Fifty Shades Of Grey Special Edition Book Novels & Stories

Angel replied with a shrug. "What the fuck do you mean that you don't know?" Grey barked. "I really don't. I didn't give you the envelopes, did I?" "It better contain a cheque of a million dollars." "And what will you do with a million dollarsthen? Buy new legs. I'm sorry but I'm not sure they're up in the market. Unless you like them robot ones." Surprisingly, Grey ignored her. He started to pat his breast pocket. "Where the fuck did I put that envelope? I'm sure I brought it with me." He shifted in his wheelchair. "Damn thing is in my back pocket. Hey Bozo, come give a helping hand yet."

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My eyes kept wandering in each section and it stopped in romance. Ooh, looks like someone likes reading romantic books. I giggled looking at my uncle and went towards the shelf. I kept reading the titles and all the books were emotional ones because I have seen the movies which are adapted from those books. So my eyes moved more upward to look at the books at the top of the shelf. "TF!" My eyes went wide, looking at the whole set of 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. It's hard to believe Uncle reads this type of book too, he doesn't look like a romantic person who would read erotic stuff. But why are they kept at the top of the shelf?

BEFORE READING: This book contains 98% explicit sexual content and is intended for a mature audience seeking hot, steamy, raw, and uncensored MM fiction. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, events, actions, businesses, and incidents depicted in this story are entirely imaginary and do not reflect the experiences, beliefs, or actions of the author. Any resemblance to real persons, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in this book are 18 years or older, and all sexual encounters are fully consensual.

I wanted her kneeling because she chose it, not because the contract said so. And here she was—behind the circulation desk, wide-eyed, flushed, surrounded by a damning pile of BDSM books. Fifty Shades, Story of O, The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty—pages dog-eared, spines cracked open like confessions. She looked up and saw me. Her breath caught. “Niklaus.” The sound of my name on her lips went straight to my cock. I let my gaze drop to the books, then back to her face. She flushed deeper, hands fluttering like she wanted to cover them.

“I plan on keeping you happy like this sweetheart. Seeing you this happy I can’t describe the feelings that go on inside me every time I see that smile on your face.” “Oh, how sweet of you.” “As it says in that ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ book we aim to please Miss. Blakemoore.” Wait, What? “You’ve read that book?” This just got interesting. “Not just read baby, I’ve watched the movies too, learned a thing or two from it too but I promise I won’t show you unless you are ready.” “How chivalrous of you, I didn’t expect for you to pick up a smut book like that to read.”

He's teasing me. Wait... Why is he... heading towards me? Oh...no... What's he trying to pull off this time? Oh.... Right... The shelf... It's right next to the table I'm seated at. He approached the shelf and shoved the Grey book back in; yes, the very book that Aeliana spent hours (not exactly), looking for! Ugh! It's so hard to concentrate when he's just right here! His presence alone, creates such a tense ambience. And I won't even mention that intoxicating odor! It's always the fresh mint and bergamot that gets me. It's just crazy good!

With trembling hands, I placed my glass down and replaced it with white paper, written in black. “This is truly 50 shades.” That was meant for me, but he heard it since he seemed to have the senses of an animal. I don’t know, a wolf maybe? If someone would tell me he was a werewolf, I would agree in an instant. “Except this is real, and Christian Grey is a fantasy.” He noted down, and I wanted to pinch myself to feel if it was really the way he said it, or if I was kind of trapped in some crazy world of rich billionaire, little naïve girl, the duo fall in love and run into the sunset together.

My cheeks filled with heat and I shushed her, “can I leave now?” “Yeah, right after you tell me your ‘Mr. Grey’s’ name,” she referenced her favorite book series; fifty shades. “Hell no,” I hissed, shoving her aside and pulling the door open. “Fine, keep your secrets, I know enough anyways,” she threw me a dirty wink just before I shut the door behind me.

But now, with Liam’s flash drive burning a hole in my palm, I finally understood. With a reluctant sigh, I slotted the flash drive into the port. The screen blinked once, twice, then a file popped open automatically. No choice. No options. Just one direction…straight into whatever Liam wanted me to see. The screen loaded, and my stomach twisted. A movie. The bold letters appeared across the screen: Fifty Shades of Grey. My mouth went dry. What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?