Fifty Shades Of Grey Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Ruby stood up before storming off to the bathroom. "she's great fun" Riley scoffed. We began people watching, it was strange when all 50 girls got together... it became real.. real what we were 'competing' for... You could tell who cared, some girls sat with their eyes glued to the door. Others chatted absently... The door behind us opened, the light filling the dim room. Grey entered, wearing a dark grey shirt the the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and perfectly ironed trousers. His tousled hair was styled perfectly.

Grey standing over one of the female accountants, a few tables away from me. "W-what?" The girl stutters in confusion. "I don't know if you're aware, but this is my company. And you have the guts to talk trash about my wife. How dare you? Do you know who I am? Do you know how many seconds it would take me to totally destroy your life? One second!" Mr. Grey says, snapping his fingers, and for a second I start to feel bad for the lady. "But, she seduced you. She's nothing but a—"

I could not believe how glorious everything felt and could not stop myself from meeting his movements with so much greed. Every thrust and slide of his erection against me only pushed me closer to that edge. My breaths became shallow as I desperately tried to match his ferocity, despite knowing that it was not possible because Grey had gone crazy. I heard Grey moan my name like a growl while he fastened his pace and I try to meet up with his pace, he thrusting faster against me and our bodies were slamming against each other. I erupted beneath him and my moan echoed loudly in the room followed by a broken cry as I joined him over the mind shattering orgasm.

“Fill me up.” With a deep groan, Ethan buried himself to the hilt and came hard, hot pulses flooding me. I watched his face contort in pleasure, felt every throb inside me. We stayed locked together, panting, his hand gently stroking my back.The room smelled like sex, musky, sweet, and undeniably us. Ethan’s weight pressed me deliciously into the mattress, his cock still half-hard and buried inside me. Every tiny shift of his hips sent little aftershocks rippling through my oversensitive walls. I could feel his release slowly leaking out around him, warm and slick against my thighs. Our reflections looked utterly debauched. My hair a tangled mess across the pillow, skin glowing with sweat, h

The way Leon looked at her I cannot breathe. Grey baby I am SOAKED. It is almost 3am and I have work in four hours and I do not care even a little bit. I need Leon to ruin my life. I am fully serious. I have never been more serious. The crawling scene. THE CRAWLING SCENE. I screamed into my pillow. Grey writes men like she has personally been destroyed by one and it shows and I am so grateful. The way he said "beg for it" I felt that in places I should not admit to in a public comment section.

At least, these dumb men should have thought of another different way to kill, not in the same way it had been done before. "You pour a generous glass, Cassian," I said quietly, taking the cup from his fingers. "Only the best for our Alpha," Cassian offered a smooth smile that did not reach his eyes. "Then you should have the first sip," I said, holding the goblet back out to him. Cassian froze. The fake warmth on his face instantly melted, his skin turning a sickly shade of grey. Beside him, Abby took a small step backward, his fingers twitching toward the inner lining of his coat.

My jeans felt too tight suddenly, clinging to my thighs like a cage. “Take them off,” Leah murmured against my ear. “Let us see how wet that pussy is.” I obeyed. I kicked off my shoes first, then slowly slid the denim down, baring my thighs, my hips, my soaked black thong. Leah made a sound behind me — part moan, part growl — and knelt down to press a kiss to my ass cheek. Daniel’s breath hitched. “Fuck. She’s dripping already.” I was. A single line of wetness had soaked through the crotch of my panties, shamelessly obvious. I felt open and exposed. Lit up under their eyes like a toy they were ready to share.

Fifty shades of grey was an example. Christian Grey’s love for Anna and the way it has developed to be something really strong. I wanted that. I wanted someone to look at me and not to be attracted to me because of a mate bond, but to be attracted to me because out of many other pearls in the bead, they wanted mine. I wanted someone to meet me in a library, and stare at me throughout the day, I wanted someone who was going to make me blush, ask me on a date, want to care about my favourite colours and my favorite books just because they cared that much about me.

Grey growled, gripping my hips harder before returning between my legs, drawing his tongue through every sensitive spot. My legs wobbled. My body shivered. My skin became feverish. My feelings were a mess. Grey, the powerful Mafia boss, the killer, the one who owned me, was on his knees before me. The sole sight filled me with an odd blend of fear, embarrassment, and wicked excitement.

He looks at me, stares at my eyes for a good minute before talking. Going to Mikael's point of view, I stare at Lily's eyes as I saw some flashbacks pop up on my head. But then, I avert my gaze as I started to tell my story. "At that time, BlackJack was not yet created. It was the eight of us, along with Jacob and his friends. We were very interested in mafia and gangs after watching movies, so we decided to roleplay the scene in our fantasy and created Grey Howl with Jacob as our leader. He was always the type that leads people into starting something, and I love that about him. Seeing how he cares for his friend as if we're all one big family. But then I meet a girl who moves to my neighbo