Read Excerpts From 50 Shades Of Grey Novels & Stories

My mind felt hazy, my pussy throbbing and oversensitive, a strange mix of shame and deep satisfaction settling over me. Grey didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, breathing heavily against my neck. Then he slowly withdrew, flipped me onto my back, and kissed me deeply — slow, possessive, claiming. His tongue tangled with mine as his body covered me completely, pressing me down into the mattress with his weight.

Claire’s POV The morning light hit the penthouse with a brutality that felt personal. It was too bright, too clinical, piercing through the sheer curtains. I blinked against the glare, my limbs feeling heavy, sluggish, weighted down by a mix of exhaustion and a lingering, sick sense of dread that never quite vacated my gut. Beside me, Grey was still out cold. His features, usually so sharp, predatory, and guarded, were softened in sleep, his breathing deep and steady. It was the only time he looked like a human being and not the apex predator who had systematically dismantled my life and somehow managed to make it lively, eventful and …. Beautiful at the same time. I hated to admit it but th

Staring back at me was a photocopied page from my super secret journal, the one I had misplaced…the one with all my dirty stories. “No... no way. This couldn't be happening.” I mumbled it to myself, my hands shaking badly, but my eyes weren't playing tricks on me and I knew that what I was seeing was real. It was one of the hottest scenes I'd written, the words black and clear as I read Wyatt bending me over his office desk…I couldn’t even read it because every filthy detail down from his thick shaft splitting me open, to cum leaking from my hole was right there on the page.

“Termination and Employment records over the past twenty years.” Gerald pulled three files. Two were straightforward — performance reviews, standard documentation, the paper trail of ordinary professional endings. I set them aside. The third was different. Thicker. And when I opened it the thickness was misleading — several pages had been physically removed, cleanly, the kind of removal that required a letter opener or a blade and a decision made in advance. What remained had sections blacked out with the thoroughness of someone who understood that partial redaction was worse than none at all.

*** ### 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.

“Hmmm. Dress I’ve seen on earth.” Scarlet swallowed hard, her fingers nervously clutching the side of her gown. “You sound like a bad line from a cheap romance novel.” Grey smirked. “Then maybe I’ll rewrite it.” Mira was standing behind Scarlet, practically vibrating. “Holy fuck, this is so hot,” she whispered under her breath. Grey took a step closer, his eyes burning holes into Scarlet. Then, without asking, he extended his hand ... long fingers brushing against her arm, sending a spark up her skin. “Come on,” he said, voice like gravel dipped in honey. “What’s education without a little chaos?”

And the most recent entries had numbers that made my throat dry. Fifteen units, twenty, thirty, the last one made me freeze. George Austen, 40 units, full extraction successful. The man in the hotel room, the one who’d tried to protect me, who they both had killed, he wasn’t just dead, he was harvested. I forced myself to keep reading, the entries went further back than I expected, one name appeared repeatedly, years before Liam even met me.

"The masculinity has lost its function." Screaming black eagles passed through Edim's raven-black eyes, with the last paragraph of all bad ending books written in bold, bold writing above his eyes. The two black eyes now reminded me of two bottomless pits from which flames rose; The flames reaching upwards from the bottom of the gayya well, which is the most terrible well of hell... It rose as if it was preparing to unleash it on me, it would be an understatement to say that it ended right under my nose, it entered between my legs in a way I did not expect. He wrapped one hand around my slender but warm waist, and his other hand slid under my blonde hair that was falling down my back, and he

The override code. My neck muscles seize. I can't look away. I try to close my eyes, but the neural patches behind my ears send a sharp, stinging impulse that forces my eyelids to flutter open. "Look," Evelyn commands. The playback begins. 4x speed. Chapter 1: Me in my bedroom, fingers frantic, discovering the app. The look of shock on my face. Chapter 2: The kitchen counter. Coffee spilling. My head thrown back. Chapter 3: The shower. The steam. The phantom hands.

I didn’t dare turn around, but I could feel Grayson’s gaze raking over me. “Amelia, isn’t it?” Grayson stepped closer, his polished shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. “Such a shame to see a bright student like you wasting her time on… this.” His finger trailed down my spine, slow and deliberate, before flicking my dress up, exposing my bare ass. I squeaked, trying to twist away, but Hale’s hold was iron. “What do you want, Grayson?” His voice was a low, dangerous snarl. Grayson chuckled, pulling out his phone. The screen lit up, displaying a photo of me, bent over Hale’s desk just last week, my skirt hiked up, his hand buried between my thighs. My stomach dropped.