Novel & Cerita Read 50 Shades Of Grey

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.

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.

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

“Those.” Lauren stopped walking then. She heard Phil Collins’s “In the Air Tonight” blasting over the speaker at the top of the Himalaya ride, drowning out the screams of the riders. The scent of cotton candy filled her nose, sickly sweet. Her body felt stiff, clutched with some unidentifiable emotion. She crouched down to look David in the eye. “David. Are you telling me that Dad is . . . is . . .” She couldn’t get the words out. The inside of her lungs felt like they were frozen over. A ghost? A ghost walking around next to David, talking to him?

DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM| Full summary. Awdhesh. Radhika. Uzair. Three different lives entangled amid friendship, danger and chaos. Would your obsession with someone make you cross all the moral limits to just have your urges satisfied by getting them in your clutches like a caged bird in control of your palms? Can a person become someone's obsession to the point of losing sanity?

James said slowly. "Are you supporting them?" Peter Okeke asked. "No I am not." "You must know that burning a human is setting them on fire and fire is not friendly when it comes in contact with a human skin." James took the book, flipped through the pages then he gave the book to Paul Okeke. "Read that story." Paul Okeke collected the book from James hands. The title was written in bold letters like the previous story he read. It was titled: A GRUESOME DEATH. He swallowed and started reading loudly.

The thunder bolts strike in the black cloudy sky and the hailstorm makes the weather worst than ever. I watch the rain drops pouring over the glass on the window. When the lightning strikes, I saw my reflection in the glass. I close the curtains and rest on the couch, thinking about the letters I have read. I open them back to read once again. “Dear Blaine, I would be gone for long when you holding these letters in your hands. I want to share a lot of things but these papers

They snapped open immediately. The corner of Sudan’s mouth curved upward. “That’s better. That’s how I want you” Zach exhaled shakily, his voice breaking as he whispered, “You’ll ruin me.” Sudan leaned in, his lips brushing Zach’s ear once more. “No, Zach. You’re already ruined” “Spread you legs open, I want to see you. Sudan muttered

CHAPTER 11 Calculating the Cost of Silence POV: Elara I was in my private study. It smelled of expensive vellum and printer ink. I had a spreadsheet to finish. I was too focused to notice when the door was thrown back open, against the wall. Roman stood there. His hair was damp from a morning run, his chest heaving. He looked like a god of the wilderness. Gosh, he looked so tempting. ‘Focus, Elara, focus,’ I reminded myself.

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony