Fifty Shades Of Grey Novels & Stories

My heart did a violent, sudden stutter at her words. Bleeding out? How the fuck is that my problem? “Grey Carrington found out about everything,” Anya continued, her eyes drilling into mine through my blurry vision. “The leaked footage, the contract, your little stunt. He’s using it as an excuse to completely break him. Liam just came from there. He said Grey is literally torturing him.” I clamped my jaw shut, my knuckles turning white as I squeezed my fists behind my back. The chains bit deeply into my wrists, but I forced my face to stay completely blank.

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.”

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.

My eyes fluttered open as I slowly regained consciousness, groaning quietly. As my body squirmed around, I rubbed my eyes, clearing my vision as much as possible. The brightness of the room made me squint, but soon enough I was able to look around. My pupils moved in circles as I tried to examine my surroundings. There I was, lying on a bed, looking around at the interior of an unfamiliar room. There was a door to the bathroom on one side, slightly open. The walls and curtains were jet black, and the bed sheets were patterned with shades of gray and charcoal. The furniture followed along with the color scheme, and the doors did nothing less. The bed frame was a golden color, as were the desi

Grey's messy hair. “Mr. Grey? Our client here said that these pills are Heavenly Gold Grape Pills, can you check if it's real or not?” The shop attendant was confused by his constant questions, however, he still needs to inform him why he called Mr. Grey. Mr. Grey's smile became wider. “Uh-huh! Yes! This is the legendary Heavenly Gold Grape Pills! I could smell the Green Gold Grape in these pills.” He delightedly said as he looked at Soheila. “Dear Client, are you the contractor of the Gigantic Firebird that took the Green Gold Grape a year ago? Or are you the disciple of the Gigantic Firebird's Master?” He asked again and again.

Chapter 2: Gothic Era Darkness. It welcomed me, it is so dark. I can't see and feel anything. Vague, can't sense even my body. I tried to open my eyes, but I just can't do it. The feeling of tiredness that's I've been feeling right now is terrible. I can't even name it. It feels like every vein inside of me is pumping and hurts like hell. In my second attempt, I finally win against the pain in my ass. Little by little, a light invade the sight of my eye.

Shakti's voice cracked, and Porishma listened carefully. "He was behaving like Mr. Grey," Shakti said and resumed preparing midnight snacks for everyone. "Huh? Davis?" Porishma was confused by the mention of Davis. Shakti giggled at her reaction. "No, not Davis Grey. I was talking about Christian Grey from *Fifty Shades of Grey*. That Mr. Grey, not yours," Shakti said and blushed darkly, and Porishma laughed at her red face. **After having midnight snacks:** "I'll sleep with Daddy," Ansh said happily, and Rudra looked at Davis, who was sulking.

Doubling her steps, she caught up with the lady who got to the end of the room, pressed her palm against the wall while Isha struggled to see the faint print she knew was intentionally almost invisible. The wall pushed in and then slid to the left. The minute they stepped in, the smell of chemicals hit her and she struggled to keep herself from choking. “We do a lot of mixing and turning here.” The woman began speaking, not caring about her suffering. Isha could see a lot of people, they stood around beacons and tumblers, handling liquids of different colours. They were about 50 in the room by her guess and they peered up at her as they walked past. There was hardly any space in the room and

❦•: ZARA :•❦ His eyes were the colour of a storm cloud. A very dark and angry storm cloud. They were the most beautiful shade of dark grey I’d ever seen. Dark and piercing, like they could see through your soul. The subtle glow caught in his eyes gave depth to those beautiful charcoal grey, stealing every single breath from deep within my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. Yet, I couldn’t look away.

“You showed it to Tristan.” I froze. That was true but she hadn’t been there. Only he had seen it and me. “No one else knows about the color,” she continued, almost absentmindedly. My pulse began to rise. “The color?” I repeated carefully. She nodded. “Yeah. It’s Grey.” The word hit me harder than it should have. Grey. It was not white, not normal, it was grey. My throat went dry. “Wait,” I said slowly. “How do you know it was grey?”