Fifty Shades Trilogy Books Novels & Stories

Club Slut Awakening I stepped into the throbbing chaos of Pulse, the hottest underground club near Westbridge University. The bass from the industrial techno track vibrated through my chest, making me already sensitive nipples harden against the thin fabric of my tiny black crop top. After the mind-blowing afternoon with Jake in my dorm, my body still hummed with leftover heat. My pussy felt tender and slick, a constant reminder of the multiple loads he’d pumped into me. And I barely cleaned up before slipping into the shortest pleated skirt I owned, with no panties on and heading out alone, craving more.

I scooped up her box of chickens and she deposited her comforts as she decided we needed hot tea and busied herself while I got the pile of novels and true crime books I had chosen at random as I had no idea what I was doing. When I came back she had moved the box of chicks next to her by the couch and taken up half of it, her legs curled up to the side, her shoulder tucked up in the corner, she was flipping her hair back up into a bun and arranging it as I sat down. I sat the pile of books between us and we each reached for a different book as we examined the titles Bri snorted, holding one up. "Fifty Shades? Really?" "What?" I asked, putting a true crime novel back in the stack and grabbin

Five more hours is no big deal. I sat down on a chair in the lobby and started flipping through their magazines and pamphlets. I enjoyed staring at his photographs and reading everything about him. He’s really handsome even just in pictures. As time passed, I wanted to see him even more. After finishing reading everything there, I looked at my watch again. Only two hours had passed. I had nothing else to do but watch people go back and forth in the lobby. I was starting to feel sleepy, but I fought it. Maybe I wouldn't see Gab if he came out and passed by.

“We need to finish our talk,” I said as I nestled my naked body next to Geo beneath the bed linens. “I thought we covered the important points,” he said. “I need more clarity on the love triangle between Shona, you, and Luthias,” I said. “You have quite a curiosity,” he mused. “I’m not sure I can satisfy it. I can’t speak for Luthias and why he loved Shona. I can only speak for me.”

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

Arabella Pov It's been three months since my Luna celebration. I had been working non-stop on pack business all day. I washed up and got into bed with a book. My mates weren't here as they were in their office, handling pack business as well. We're getting married in as little as two weeks, so I'm trying not to overwork myself. I recently started reading fifty shades of grey. Honestly, this book is nothing but pure sex, but it intrigues me, especially after what the triplets decided to do to me a month ago.

I took my time reading, and another hour went by. On finishing the third book, I realised I hadn’t read them in the right order. It seemed Finding the One was the first book, followed by The Claiming Rites, and then Under the Red Moon. This was a trilogy that needed to be read in the right order. I stared closely at the books and found the numbers on them written on each book from one to three, just like I arranged them. These numbers were written on the drawn-out full moon on the bottle right of the book’s front page, and, being set beside each other in the formal order, the full moon glowed.

Let him feel the shame of his actions, for they truly were shameful. “I didn’t know I’d fall in love with you,” he said sheepishly. “At the time, you were just a girl with a use.” “That makes it okay?” I asked incredulously. “That vampire king you married me off to practically ripped me in half while you, Sybil, and a bunch of strangers looked on. As if the shame I suffered from your friend Abigail’s drug induced creepy lesbian preparation ritual wasn’t enough.” My chest heaved with emotion. “So, now you want to know how I am? My abdomen is tender as hell, my crotch is numb, and my heart is crushed. That’s how I am.”

Book Three of the Badboy Trilogy Written by: Vendité Johnson The Badboy Trilogy Book One: How to Destroy a Badboy Book Two: The Emancipation of a Badboy Book Three: A Rhapsody for the Playboy Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

SARAH After two days of him ruining me, I stormed into his office the next evening, my hands shaking as I went through his computer while he was in a meeting. What I found made my blood boil. A hidden folder. Pictures of other secretaries before me. Notes on their cycles. And worse, records of the special "vitamins" he had been slipping into my morning coffee for weeks. Fertility drugs. The bastard had been drugging me to make sure I was extra ready for his cum.