Novel & Cerita Read 50 Shades Darker As Told By Christian

I found it when I went to bring the chargers. I was left alone for three days and hopefully Damilayo was coming back from his trip today. Just like before I spent most of my day on my phone or watching Movies. I tried watching Fifty shades of grey on Netflix. Key word being tried but I just couldn't finish it Because each time Christian Gray said something rather hot or Sexual related I found myself getting uncomfortable, I would have these unusual tingling sensation in the depths of my stomach which led to me pressing my thighs together.

She had never been touched, never been spoken to like this, and certainly never been exposed to something so raw and forbidden. “Look at you, Chloe,” I purred, my voice dropping into a velvety, hypnotic whisper as I reached up and gently pushed her thick glasses higher up her nose. “Your heart is beating so hard I can see it through your cardigan. Your hands are shaking.” “I—I’m just scared,” she whispered, her wide eyes locked onto mine, completely paralyzed. “You’re not just scared,” I murmured, my hand sliding slowly down her shoulder, trailing over her arm until I gently took her trembling wrist. “You saw something you were never supposed to see, didn’t you? And now you don’t know what t

I could feel his presence at my back—tall, warm, the faint rustle of his cassock as he moved closer. I kept reading, line after line about denying the body, about offering suffering to God, about the dangers of self-indulgence. My voice shook on the parts about “touching oneself in secret” and “fantasies that defile the soul.” By the time I reached the end of the first page I was breathing faster, nipples tight against my dress, the ache between my legs worse than it had been all day. Father Chris stepped around the table so I could see him. He leaned down, one hand resting on the open book, the other hanging loose at his side. His eyes locked on mine.

I join my forehead with hers and kiss her lips softly. "But I can tell you who loves you the most among them?" I tell her. She squints her confused eyes at me. "Do you wanna know?" She nods, her curious eyes filling with the urge. "It's Christian", I utter right away. "No matter how much Chase loved you for years, no matter how good that man in darkness made you feel, it's Christian who loves you the most" She calmly listens to me and then smiles. "Doesn't matter. There's not much difference. Is there?"

Christian confirmed, and I thought it was strange that Jamie thought the Transformation serum might kill her before it brought her back to life, but I figured he knew a lot more about this than I did. Suddenly, Christian’s dispositioned shifted, and he said, “You guys can’t mention this to anyone, got it? Nobody.” He’d suddenly realized he’d helped with something unauthorized and had two witnesses that he couldn’t control. It seemed like my sister already knew there was a possibility this might happen, and even if she didn’t, Christian could hardly threaten her. Dax sounded flabbergasted when he said, “Mention what?” Christian winked at him and said, “Exactly,” and I turned to see Dax’s fore

Without it, Hell was losing too many demons, so they couldn't allow them to be dragged over to the side of the Light. When the ceremony was over, Nathaniel had fled before the bride and groom with the guests began to head towards the exit. He couldn't take it any longer and began to noticeably weaken. Another moment and Nathaniel would not be able to maintain his invisibility and would materialize in front of the guests and the priest. Good thing he was quite a strong Fallen, and he could last longer in the church than ordinary demons. Nadir was clearly changing under the influence of the infatuation with that mortal man, so being in the church ceased to disturb her, and that was another sig

But something in me told me… I had to. I straightened, fingers brushing absently over the worn cover of the book still on my lap. Its weight felt symbolic now, like I was holding two secrets instead of one. “Christian,” I said finally, breaking the lull in the car. He glanced at me, his eyes flickering from the road. “Yeah?” I hesitated. My voice was a little softer now, unsure. “Remember… that day, back at the Darkhen compound?” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Which part? The part where Tyler ripped his heart out”

"It's, really, Tasha. You don't know the pressure it is to know that anything I say tonight will be in some dialogue in a book of yours. I'm trying to say that I could search for any phrase I'm saying tonight and I would find it on g****e, like the speech of a character. That's too much, Tasha. I'm not kidding. I really think too much what writers can do for other people. I've heard many stories of people in depression who were cured by finding help in the books, even those that most people consider a bullshit that should not have been written. You're awesome!” I agreed with him. In one of the worst phases of my life, it was an inconsequential love for Fifty Shades of Grey that took me out o

"What's wrong with you? Let me down, you @&$$!" And that boy. He doesn't blink an eye this entire time. Instead he just speaks out a sentence that turns the shock in my mind to fear. "She heard, I know it. Just kill her, Christian." A stunned rasp echoes from my throat. "Are you serious?" I choke, voice strained thin. Christian Shadow's eyes are so black as it gazed into mine. "You two are embarrassed that I— I heard you two doing role play? I don't know...some vampire @&$8 or something like that?"

Dark red liquid splashed across his white silk shirt, looking like fresh blood. Christian Blackthorne didn't lose his temper in public. He didn't lose his cool when reporters hounded him or yell when Lucien humiliated him in front of the board yesterday. But right now, his face was terrifying. The muscles along his jaw twitched violently. His blue eyes locked onto Damian’s hand cupping my face, burning with a dark fire. “Take your hand off my wife right now,” Christian said. His voice didn't sound like him. It was low and full of a dangerous, lethal poison that made the hairs on my arms stand up.