Novel & Cerita Fifty Shades Of Grey In Order

he murmured. He led her to an unused servant’s room near the east wing, dim and forgotten. The lock was simple; he had noted it weeks ago. Once inside, he closed the door gently. Her eyes widened. “Sudan… what...” “Shh,” he whispered, letting charm coat his words. “No one needs to know. I just want to show you something.” She trembled, curiosity battling fear. Young. Impressionable. Hungry for approval. He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Obedience isn’t everything,” he said quietly. “Sometimes desire pushes people further than rules ever could.”

Grey. The name hit her like a punch to the chest. It was familiar. Not from her past. Not from the trauma. But in a strange way, it fit. She hadn’t asked for his name. And yet, hearing it now… Grey. The color of twilight. Of ash. Of the space between light and dark. She didn’t realize she was gripping the clipboard until her knuckles turned white. “Keep monitoring him,” she said quietly. “Page me if there’s any change.”

I throw on my jacket, and Susan pops a question. "What shade of grey is that, though?" I am on the verge of replying to the famous movie fifty shades of grey, but I stop myself. "This is mink. It goes well with green and black." "I honestly don't know how you do it, girl," Susan mutters. Her eyes are coated with slight admiration.

The crowd chanted. Fuck… just how many times can these boys spurt a load? I thought they were done after the first one. In a matter of seconds, ropes flew in every direction. Blond’s thick milky blasts landed across my forehead, grazing dangerously close to my eyes. Ginger plunged into my mouth, forcing my lips to seal tight around his straight shaft as he pumped surge after surge down my throat, the chunky salty taste mixing with the bitter coat Latino left earlier. Latino splattered all over my chest, the warm thickness mixing with my sweaty dribble.

I could already guess the gist of the matter the moment I received the call but it was still troubling to know that the matter wasn't as simple as I had thought. The Netherworld gang wasn't a gang I could face alone! "Release her," I ordered. There was silence for a while before the sound of laughter threatened to burst my ear. "Really? Was that an order? Oh, sorry, Little Austin. I don't take orders from two bosses!" He laughed a while longer. "What do you want from me then?" I asked, hiding my anger. "Exchange her life with yours," The words sounded extremely provocative but troubling at the same time.

Grey and Ash are about to get named as the leaders of the pack. I crumble the paper in my hand and light a candle. Then I hold the candle flame to the paper as it starts burning down the paper till it turns into nothingness. "What are you doing? Burning my room?" Grey asks, coming out of the walk-in closet. He looks so damn handsome if you ask me. The black suit matches his caramel skin, and the way he has combed his hair matches that playful smile of his.

I ask, cautiously trying not to look iver the balcony. “We are situated on the 50th floor of Daniels tower,” She says, “I do hope you aren’t afraid of heights. I turn around and see the top of the building, a spire sticking straight up and seeming to disappear behind clouds. I try to move to a better position to see it better, I want to see if there is a flag of some sort at the top of it. “Not particularly of heights but I do have a fear of-” My sentence cuts short as I feel myself start to fall as the back of my foot reaches an edge.

A cold voice called out, and the entire thing went numb at once. “Shit, shit,” Jasper cursed, stumbling as he adjusted his cock in his slacks before buttoning down my gown as well. “Jasper?” The voice came again. Mr. Grey walked through the doors, his grey-trimmed beard on his perfectly fit body, dressed in a two-piece tailored suit that clung to his frame. I couldn’t help but admire him—maybe I’d pictured him once or twice fucking me, pinning me down and rutting insanely into me.

My limbs felt heavy and light all at once, and my eyes fluttered closed. Jennifer’s voice, a lifeline in my altered state, cut through the haze. “Colour?” “Green,” I whispered, almost reluctant to speak for fear of breaking the spell. She delivered the last two strokes, lighter, like a gentle closing of a chapter. Then she set down the flogger and placed her hand on my back. “We’re done,” she said softly. “You did wonderfully.”

What she had just seen should have made her faint immediately but she still retained her composure, she still held on to her consciousness, still believing it was her son. An instant before she succumbed to the treachery of her unconscious bleak, the figure turned towards her direction. His eyeballs met her eyeballs. The scar in his forehead which was unnoticeable in the darkness, came back to life as he stepped into the light of the early morning sun. An emphatic scream was heard first, followed by gasps of fright. The darkness swallowed her deeper as the feeling of her weight disappeared alongside her balance. She fainted.