روايات وقصص ضمن Fifty Shades Of Grey Part Three

I could drop dead any second. All I cared about was my dad's broken ring. I scooped up the black shards and tucked them into a velvet box. Didn't matter how I tried to fix it—some things just don't go back. *** Three months into treatment, Lorenzo still found me. Guess Elisa caved. Lorenzo looked wrecked—scruffy, red-eyed, all that cold mafia polish worn down to something raw. "Chiara..." he croaked from the doorway. I stayed leaning on the headboard, voice barely there. "The engagement's off. We're just history now. What do you want?"

They kept moving, drawing out the waves until I trembled and begged for a break. But we didn't stop. Hours passed in a blur of bodies and touches. While we rested for a moment, panting and covered in sweat, I hit the button on the cloning machine again. Clone Three emerged, fresh and naked, her eyes lighting up at the sight of us tangled on the floor. She joined without a word, her hands exploring my body first, fingers tracing my curves.

Melanie's eyes flashed with anger, and suddenly she clutched her stomach while exclaiming, "My stomach... Is the baby coming?!" Henry's face twisted in sudden panic, and he swept Melanie into his arms, bolting for the door. As he rushed by, Melanie's hand shot out, gripping my arm with a fierce tug. I stumbled, crashing to the ground as Wren's gasp echoed in my ears. Pain washed over me, turning my face ghostly pale. Wren, shaking, lifted me up, her voice breaking as she called for a doctor. Through the blur, I caught Henry hesitating for a split second, but then, he was gone, not once looking back.

He hadn't expected the usually well-behaved Hazel would have such an unreasonable side to her. Both Hazel's and Faye's eyes reddened as they gave Connor pitiful, tearful looks. He frowned silently, and for the first time, he seemed overwhelmed by the mother-daughter duo. He instinctively turned to Daisy and me, but Oliver blocked his view. Oliver showed Connor a phone with an account on the screen and said, "This is Daisy's account. She finished and uploaded her artwork three days ago, identical to her winning piece. You're accusing Daisy of copying? Well, I say Hazel copied Daisy!"

“What did it tell you?” I looked at him. Then at Grayson. And the truth trembled out of my chest. “It said… the eclipse isn’t two wolves.” Hamish’s eyes widened. “Then what is it?” I exhaled shakily. “It’s three.” Grayson froze. Hamish stepped back with visible dread. And I whispered the final piece— “And the third one… isn’t trying to control me.” Hamish stiffened. “Then what is it trying to do?” I met Grayson’s eyes, breath unsteady.

I nodded and innocently lifted my hands in surrender, knowing that the detective stood close enough for me to hear the conversation. Grey took a single step toward the detective before he lurched. “Where were you three hours ago?!” His accusatory tone was blended with a snarl. Grey stopped and held out his hands. “We were at the party not far from the Hamptons. As you can see…” He turned around and gestured at me. “I was there with my woman.” Detective Moore surveyed my evening dress, then his lips formed a thin line. “That case,” he hissed, shifting his gaze to Grey. “They took it from me!”

Grey Grey literally stops working on my 3rd trimester as of he is on maternity leave. I was already in labor this morning. I decided to tell Grey Grey if I am at least 5 minutes apart. Mommy Ella and Auntie Cara warns me that the male in this family loose their brain when someone is in labor. I hope Grey Grey will be fine. Boy, I was so wrong. We are in the movie room of the main house when I decided to tell Grey Grey that we need to go to the hospital. "Grey Grey." I murmur. I don't want to interupt his family that was watching the movie.

Grey's free hand slapped my ass lightly, and I rode his face discreetly, my pussy clenching around his thrusting tongue. He growled, and I shattered, my body convulsing while I squirted all over his tongue. Gray rose slowly, wiping his mouth. “You look better now,” he said and stepped back while I spun to face him. "I'll be waiting for you." His wink nearly made my legs go weak again. “You have three minutes." He straightened his jacket and went back inside. I pressed my hand against my chest and let out a steadying breath. “I can do this."

Arc could too. The voice yelled out again, closer this time, "Take your fucking hands off my chair, Marty!" The door burst open, and Grey appeared, looking even more disheveled than before. His blue shirt was stained with what could have been coffee, and his face desperately needed a shave. His bushy hair was a tangled mess, crying out for a comb. He was barefoot, and his arms were folded across his chest, his expression unyielding. A deadly scowl twisted his features, making him almost unrecognizable.

“Suck my pussy right now.” Belle moaned as Zack dropped to his knees in the dark corner of the Midnight Sins club. She came here for revenge to destroy the dangerous man who ruined her sister. But one taste of his wicked tongue changed everything. He licked her wet pussy like a starving beast, sucking hard and fucking her deep with his mouth while loud music shook her body. Zack doesn’t do gentle. He slammed her against the mirror, spread her legs wide open, and devoured her dripping pussy where anyone could watch. “Beg louder, little lamb,” he growled. “Tell me why you’re really here while I ruin you.” One night turned into thirty shades of filthy forbidden pleasure. Public fuckings.