Read Excerpts From 50 Shades Of Grey Novels & Stories

The rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, blurring the city lights of Manhattan. I stood in the center of the room, my hands trembling as I held the stolen flash drive. “I know you’re there,” I whispered into the shadows. A low, dark chuckle came from the corner of the room. Julian Vane stepped into the light. He was dressed in a black suit, his tie loosened, and his eyes cold and predatory. He didn’t look like a CEO; he looked like a shark that had finally caught its prey.

A hot flash that makes my vision go dark as my body trembles. I let out a broken moan as he thrusts me deeper, then he let out a deep grunt as he spurts in my pussy. The sensation is so intense I think I might pass out. Both of us collapsed against the table, breathing hard. After a while, he rises to his feet, looking down at me with a satisfied smirk. Then he reaches out to stroke my hair. "We still have the balcony to check Amelia." His voice is calm and cold again. "I think you will find the view up there better for another round."

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

“You don’t get to make silly assumptions about my life. I’ll let you go because it’s your first time, but I promise you, the next time you try this, I won’t play nice.” My heart jackhammered, but it wasn’t just fear. His eyes—those damned green eyes—held me captive, stirring a memory I’d buried deep. A dark street, a screeching car, my mother’s scream, and those same green eyes glinting in the shadows before the world shattered. My notebook slipped from my fingers, pages fluttering to the floor like wounded birds. Zane’s gaze flicked to my lips, a flicker of something raw flashing across his face. For a heartbeat, I thought he’d close the gap, but he stepped back, his cold mask slamming into

I looked up at him to find his blue eyes go dark blue with undisguised rage and contempt that I visibly shook. He scoffed and threw another file right at the table in front of me. “That’s not all. Keep looking,” Confused, I picked up the second folder, and the first thing that came into my line of vision almost made me pass out. “What is this?” My voice shook, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off the data in front of me. The document held gory images of the accident scene and various forensic reports. It read, Subject A: ELIZABETH GREYSON

Thankfully, I could think on my feet… or not, as the case might be. “I’ve watched Fifty Shades of Grey. It looks like fun. I’ve imagined myself in Anastasia’s place and I’m taking the next step. Whilst I may not know exactly what turns me on, my body’s booked two hours for you to experiment upon it. I’m sure you’ll figure something out, being as you’re the best there is.” I arched an eyebrow at him. He cracked the other claw of his lobster open, towards me, and juice splattered upon my face. Blinking furiously, my hands turned into two tight fists itching to wrap themselves around his neck, knowing he’d done it on purpose.

, Another doctor said. “I burst into tears and Lisa hugged me. She comforted me and rubbed my back. “Madame please”, the Doctor said and controlled my emotions “Actualy Mrs. Grey. We took blood samples of Mr. Grey, and we ran some tests and we found some shocking facts that his blood had particles of strong medicine that were used on patients with mental instability. And that medicine is expensive, rare, and difficult to find at any pharmacy without any doctor's signed prescription”, the doctor said and for a minute, I felt numb.

he murmured, his breath hot against the nape of my neck. The window was shockingly cold against my palms, a stark contrast to the fire building inside me. He pushed me forward until I was flush against it, my breasts flattening against the chilled pane, nipples scraping deliciously with every shallow breath. I gasped sharply at the sensation, my forehead resting against the glass as I stared down at the blurred streets of Fifth Avenue. People milled about like ants—heading to dinners, theaters, lives untouched by the depravity unfolding above them. None of them could see me, I knew that logically—the tint on the windows ensured privacy—but the illusion of exposure made my pulse race, my clit

“Out loud. Starting from the section you stole.” Lila’s hands trembled as she took the pages. Her voice was barely above a whisper at first, but Kane’s sharp look made her speak louder. The words were explicit—far more explicit than anything she had submitted for class. In her panic and exhaustion, she had accidentally included passages from a secret erotic story she had been writing for herself… about him. “‘Professor Kane’s strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide across his desk as he looked at my dripping pussy with hungry eyes…’” Her voice cracked.

So many thoughts were drafted through my mind, questions I didn't have answers for. The bon wa balls tasted cold and salty in my mouth as I wet them with my saliva like he wanted. I could smell my arousal from them as Lucien then removed it from my mouth, bent me, and thrust the balls back into my pussy. They slipped in immediately and I almost moaned from the sweet sensation that gave me. "You look like you are holding back." Lucien chuckled, and I shut my eyes, remembering that having these balls in me has always been one of my fantasies ever since I read Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James.