روايات وقصص ضمن Read Excerpts From 50 Shades Of Grey

Ruby stood up before storming off to the bathroom. "she's great fun" Riley scoffed. We began people watching, it was strange when all 50 girls got together... it became real.. real what we were 'competing' for... You could tell who cared, some girls sat with their eyes glued to the door. Others chatted absently... The door behind us opened, the light filling the dim room. Grey entered, wearing a dark grey shirt the the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and perfectly ironed trousers. His tousled hair was styled perfectly.

Yellow tapes surrounding the area and flashing lights. I saw Alejandro standing just beyond the threshold in a black robe, face carved from stone, clearly trying to suppress the rage bubbling beneath his flawless exterior. I couldn’t look away. I wanted to see every twitch, every tightened jaw muscle, every ounce of disbelief when he realized the girl he thought he’d burned alive was the ghost now haunting his empire. “That’s right,” I whispered under my breath. “This is just the beginning.” Shane slid behind me on the bed, wrapping an arm around my waist, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear.

But why does it hurt? The reception ends and Anthony leads me out of the building, a wave of flower petals covering us as well as the flashes of the camera. I try my best to smile through the entire thing but I feel myself getting dizzy with the amount of flashes and hurry to get to the car that is waiting. I successfully got myself into the car and crawled all the way to the left side of the car, where Anthony would never dare to sit. I close my eyes and start to calm myself down, remembering why I hate the papparazzi. Anthony sits in the car and slams the door shut, “Get us home, pronto. My wife and I have things to do.”

Pushing the door open, I hesitated on the threshold, trying to brace myself for what awaits me? The room was dimly lit, nearly pitch black, and I sucked in a sharp breath. I sucked in a sharp breath, taking it all in. It looked like a scene straight out of Fifty Shades of Grey, except darker-way darker. This was no ordinary room; this was a playroom-a dark, alluring prison outfitted with... equipment. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. Was all of this meant for me?

he gently opened the paper wide for him to see, after reading the speech he read from the second chapter of the book of roman, then closed the book after he stopped at chapter three. He paused when he met the grave gaze from Grey, then his lips began to quiver. He stepped out of the altar, Grey’s eyes followed the next person who stood up to walk towards the altar again. “ Sage.’’ she walked as if her legs were wobbling, she felt Grey’s gaze crawling on her skin, but she lowered her head to avoid them.

ELOISE’S POV: The rain falls in a melancholic rhythm, its soft pitter-patters against the penthouse’s glass windows, a haunting backdrop to the emotions raging within me. I sit alone in my dimly lit bedroom, the glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. My eyes are fixed on the newspaper spread out before me laid on the vanity mirror. Its headline screams in bold letters, "CEO's Startling Confession: A Love and a Child Kept in Shadows."

It was the first place they had christened when they got to the room. Mr. Grey's m@nhood twitched and suddenly became a raging beast at the explicit memory of him taking her against the bathroom door on entry. He had destroyed her pants as he ravished her lips, oh, her supple bust. He kissed his way down, and his hand immediately found her heat. Mr. Grey hissed into the kiss that Jada eagerly swallowed. She was so wet for him. His length was throbbing at the thought of sinking into her, f*ck.

Roman said, discarding both his clothes and hers, the city lights the only source of illumination in the tiny motel room. But they didn't care about the motel room, neither did they care about the rusty bed or paint-stripped walls. All they needed was each other and their love. I put down my pen and went over the page one more time to correct any mistakes. I bit my lips as I concentrated on proofreading. Nearly done, only the final sex scene and it was going to be a master piece! “I want to bite that lip, Miss Sanders.” “Quoting Christian Grey doesn’t make you any less creepy, Mr. Whitmore”.

It was nice to have someone to talk about his romantic life with –semi pseudo paraplegic romance –even though it wasn't for free. It felt regular and archaic and old and a total cliché when he took his first step towards the man. He expected to feel something new, but it was still the same. From the ground floor elevator to the third floor where Hamilton's office was; the purple orchid that hung to right side of the door; the room thirty seven copper plated office number with Dr H. E. Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid.

I could hear Greyson screaming as I started to see black dots around me. I gasped for breath as I was let go, I fell to the wooden floor with a thud and winced as a familiar sharp pain shot through my neck. Another dart. The last thing I saw before darkness took me once again, was a pair of heels walking away and a face I never wanted to see again... Kirk. Authors note: Hi there :) For those of you who have forgotten, Kirk is the rogue wolf. Also was contemplating doing the next chapter from Grayson's perspective... Let me know your thoughts on that and if I should. Otherwise, I will just stick to doing it from Lailas POV, especially since I know I left this on another cliffhanger.. Sorry! :