Novel & Cerita Read Excerpts From 50 Shades Of Grey

Grey growled, gripping my hips harder before returning between my legs, drawing his tongue through every sensitive spot. My legs wobbled. My body shivered. My skin became feverish. My feelings were a mess. Grey, the powerful Mafia boss, the killer, the one who owned me, was on his knees before me. The sole sight filled me with an odd blend of fear, embarrassment, and wicked excitement.

He looks impressed, “Your mom tells me that you love reading. What’s your favorite book?” I glance at Mom, her face turning pink while Lacey looks down at her plate and starts eating. “I like E.L. James, Carly Phillips, Harper Sloan, and Nora Roberts. I’d happily curl up with any one of their books.” He frowns, “I’ve heard of Nora Roberts, but haven’t read any of her books, the others I can’t say I’ve ever heard of them.” “Oh you’d have heard of E.L. James, she wrote Fifty Shades Of Grey.” Lacey pipes up, and I watch in amusement as Harrison’s face falls as he realizes exactly what Fifty is all about. “What about you, Mr. Brady, do you read?”

“Five minutes. Don’t be late.” The five minutes felt like an eternity. Elara’s legs were still unsteady, a pleasant, liquid weakness lingering in her muscles from the seismic release under the table. She gathered her legal pad and pen with trembling hands, her skin hypersensitive, every brush of her silk blouse against her nipples a tiny electric shock. The conference room emptied around her, colleagues chatting idly about lunch plans and quarterly projections, completely oblivious to the secret that had just unfolded in their midst. She could still taste the copper of blood on her cheek, a stark reminder of the climax she’d barely silenced. Her core throbbed in a slow, echoing rhythm, a hun

(Annabel POV) Exposed, vulnerable on my back, I felt the trail of tails inch over my breasts before moving away, pulling forth another whimper from slightly parted lips as I began to tremble slightly. It was as if I was terrified to death but at the same time loving what he was eliciting from within me. I knew I was soaked at this point. I could feel my inner thighs tingle with the hot nectar that had leaked just from the anticipation of what he had in store for me and knew they had to be glistening in the dim candle light. Hearing his breathing return beside me, I reflexively tensed up, not knowing what was coming next, unable to stop my own errant thoughts even as I trembled beneath his ga

My eyes kept wandering in each section and it stopped in romance. Ooh, looks like someone likes reading romantic books. I giggled looking at my uncle and went towards the shelf. I kept reading the titles and all the books were emotional ones because I have seen the movies which are adapted from those books. So my eyes moved more upward to look at the books at the top of the shelf. "TF!" My eyes went wide, looking at the whole set of 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. It's hard to believe Uncle reads this type of book too, he doesn't look like a romantic person who would read erotic stuff. But why are they kept at the top of the shelf?

"Come in, Sarah. Close it behind you." I swallowed hard and stepped inside. "I am quitting, Mr. Blackwood. What happened last night was a mistake. A huge fucking mistake. Here is my letter." I tossed the paper on his desk. He did not even glance at it. Instead, he leaned back in his big leather chair and turned his computer screen toward me. My face went pale. There I was on the video, bent over his desk, screaming his name while he fucked me raw from behind. The sound was on. My own moans filled the room, loud and desperate.

Drake “Open the door now Grey“. I said. Grey took a deep breath ans obeyed By the time the Grandmother stepped into the light of the room, the world was back in its place. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my shirt straightened, my hands resting calmly on my knees. The blood was gone. The shredded desk was hidden by the shadows. I looked like a man who had just woken from a peaceful nap, not a beast who had just been fighting his own bones.

*** ### The Withdrawal The presence stepped back— or perhaps simply became less defined. *** *Observation continues.* *** A pause. *** *Parameters updated.* *** ### The Final Exchange Raven held her ground. *** “That’s all you do, isn’t it?” *** No answer. *** But something lingered. *** ### The Return The gray dissolved. *** The Glades returned. *** Sound. Light. Life. *** Raven exhaled slowly. *** ### The After Victoria was already there. *** Of course she was.

Cynthia shouted. Early in the morning, Grey received a short video clip from Lila with an attached note: “Imagine millions of people watching this in the next two hours. Sincerely yours, Lila Smith.” That was a video of him beating her to a stupor, which resulted in one of her miscarriages. “Noooooooooo! I'm finished!” Grey's loud scream drew the attention of Cynthia, who was in the kitchen. “Oh, Cynthia, I'm finished. She has everything. That girl is truly a witch!” He exclaimed as he passed his phone to Cynthia to watch.

"Fully furnished living room, kitchen, a master bedroom, three extras all with attached..." "Do you like it?" Landon asked me while the other guy ranted on, moving his hands dramatically. "It's beautiful... just like the one Christian Grey had in fifty shades of grey..." I said thoughtlessly. He raised an eyebrow, looking amused. "I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff?" "What? No, no, I swear... I mean I just... my friend made me watch it" I felt all my blood rush towards my face, and my cheeks burning.