Fifty Shades Of Grey Fanfic Novels & Stories

Marina had been spying on Brianna the last few days and every time she came home, Marina noticed a shadow had been following her. At night when she lays in bed she pretends the shadow transforms into a man and makes love to her. Pathetic, right? But ever since Grayson found his mate, her fantasies about him weren’t giving her the same satisfaction.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, rubbing the outline of his very hard dick against mine. "I am going to torture you," he whispered in my ear, and I shivered. He moved away from me and leaned against the wall, staring at the screen ahead as the movie played. He reached between us and linked our hands together, using his fingers to play with mine. I tried to focus on the movie and soon realized someone had picked a fucking erotica. Fifty Shades of Grey for a group watch. What the hell. They might as well just put p**n for us to watch. it was obvious what they were up to.

They seem really close. I forced my eyes away from their retreating figure with my heart clenching in slight pain. Not now, stupid organ. I don’t know where that pain came from and the reason behind it but I’m sure it wasn’t jealousy. It can’t be, I do not care about him. “That’s Petra” I heard Grey say beside me. He must have noticed me staring at her. “Mmm, they seem close,” I said indirectly prying for answers. “They are. She’s Alpha Keanu’s girlfriend” he answered and my heart tightened.

Delilah scoffs in her annoying high-pitched voice, flipping a stand of her dyed-blonde hair over her shoulder. "I heard they're dating now," Another girl snickers. I believe her name is Catherine. Before I could reply, all the other girls jump back, a look of disgust on their faces. "Ew! Eww! Her eyes! Why are they so ugly?" Delilah shrieks. I feel all my muscles clench in anger. Gray's eyes are the most beautiful things in this world. I could stare at them all day. Do people actually find them ugly? Is that why she wears brown contact lenses?

I allowed my voice to drift off as I rubbed a hand over my stomach. Fang’s gaze softened as he followed my movements, and he covered my hand with his own. “Everything will be okay,” he whispered, brushing his lips across mine. “Grey will love you as much as I do, I promise.” Yeah well, for my sake he better had do. ********************** “No.” Grey said simply. “What do you mean, ‘no’?” Fang asked with growing anger. I had been in Grey’s company less than a minute. In the time it had taken him to walk down the packhouse garden, look at mine and Fang’s fingers intwined at our sides and the happy, hopeful expression in our faces, he had already come to his decision.

"When you caught me before, I wasn't, um. I wasn't watching p**n. Exactly." I flinched, waiting for Jennifer to freak out. Instead, she just looked at me expectantly. "See, I don't really like p**n either," I said, "Like you said, it's kind of weird to watch. Very fake and staged. So instead I like to, um, read stuff." "Like Fifty Shades of Grey?" Jennifer asked. "Sort of?" And then, I did something either incredibly smart or unbelievably stupid. "Here," I said, "I'll show you."

She looked at me shamelessly as she traced a finger from my shoulder and down, I swallowed. “He's so eager to please Knows the right frequencies Worships me slowly Tells me I'm his only They say he's morally grey What can I say? Grey's my favorite color” She opened the sunroof and stood up, screaming the lyrics, “Oh oh, grey's my favorite color Oh oh, they say he's morally grey What can I say? Grey's my favorite-” As soon as I entered the neighborhood, I turned the volume down and she sat back glaring at me, “Why is my knight so grumpy?!” She pouted.

Maddox I saw the sky transform all of a sudden. Darkness crept in, clouds turning a deep grey as if it were night. The air was electric, and thunder rumbled in the distance. Suddenly, a lightning bolt flashed, illuminating everything. Raindrops began to fall, pattering against the pavement. I felt the storm's energy and the rain's cool touch on my skin. Now, the penetration was a brutal symphony of resistance and raw need, Kyle's impossibly tight hole clenching like a vise forged in shadows, making every inch a dark conquest that burned with exquisite pain.

"I see what you're doing there. Don't even think for a second that you'll be able to escape me that easily." Yvette Macklemore, Yve, a total sweet heart. Your classic black rainbow lollipop, with a bit of sourness: sweet, and feisty - just his type o' gal –light caramel skin, black hair with pink highlights at the sides, 5feet6, who still argues that she's still the tallest of them both. She can be too fucking cheerful, it's nauseating. McCleron made certainty to avoid her in public, with enough fortification to tune her out long enough when they are together.

He fucked me harder, his hips slamming against mine in a rhythmic frenzy, each stroke hitting that sweet spot deep inside that sent stars exploding behind my eyelids. His hands moved up to cup my breasts, squeezing them possessively as he whispered about how good I felt and how well we fit together, and his words fueled our raw connection as I clung to the pillows. My body arched back to meet his every thrust, and I lost all sense of time as he mended my bleeding heart. ***** CYRA My eyes widened as I realized we were approaching Katarina's village, and Greyson made the turn without hesitation, driving straight into it.