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Everyone smiles and grabs the knife together. Everyone looks at each other then Everybody blows the candle together and hugs each other with lots of love. "This is not ending our story but this is just the beginning of our new lives." Goodbye 50shades of puberty readers. Love you all. __________End____________

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

into the slate. The chalk shrieked. A blinding violet light erupted from the stone, clashing with the grey mist. *The Erasure* In my mind, a door slammed shut. Suddenly, I couldn't remember the color of my bedroom in the South. I couldn't remember the face of my childhood nurse. The name of the horse I rode as a girl vanished into a puff of grey smoke. I felt lighter, but it was a terrifying lightness, the feeling of a book having its first ten chapters ripped out.

They lay there for a few minutes in the quiet apartment, early light filtering through the thin curtains, dust motes drifting like unfinished thoughts. “Grey,” she said gently, “what happened yesterday?” There it was. Lisa had always known when to ask–not accusing, not fragile, just present. He exhaled slowly. “I ran into someone.” Her body stiffened—not dramatically, but enough for him to feel it. “Someone… important?” she asked. “Yes….used to” She waited. “My ex,” he said. “Evelyn.” Lisa went very still. Grey turned onto his side to face her fully, not wanting to hide behind half-truths or distance. “She came into the shop. For repairs. Neither of us knew.”

It was all too intoxicating for me to keep up with. They took turns now, alternating thrusts. Blond’s thick veiny shaft filling my mouth and bulging through my cheeks, Latino’s curved hitting my tonsils and Ginger’s tip ridged with nerves dragging through my tongue. Spit poured down my chin as if released from a tap, soaking my shirt. My thong rode tighter against my little dick as it strained against the fabric, a pathetic wet patch forming just where my tip was positioned.

Adrian kept scrolling, heart beating harder with every familiar detail. He found the chapter that mirrored their honeymoon. Lila danced for Damon on a private beach under string lights and stars. The writing was raw and specific. It described the exact way Damon watched her hips, the way he took her on the blanket afterward, the words he growled against her skin when he finished inside her. Adrian’s mouth went dry. Further chapters were even more explicit. Office desks after hours. Mirrors. A kitchen counter at two in the morning. Quiet, reverent worship of a pregnant body. She had written everything. Every filthy, tender, desperate thing they had done to each other, and some things they had

she closed the door behind her and dropped the tray on his desk. The office was such a mess; he had paper works everywhere on his table and even on the floor. “what have you been doing in here, everything looks so….sad” Harley said as her eyes wandered around the office like it wasn’t even something good to look at “I have been trying to see if I could find a way to…save the remaining people at Haynes technologies and maybe find the first alpha Grey created which is Experiment 25…. Roman St Laurent” he handed Roman’s file to her which she collected hastily.

The blood starts pouring out of my mouth uncontrollably, I cough while splashes of blood defile the ground under me. “Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you”, the shade rubs the back of its hand down my cheek, “I'm just going to drain your body of its worthless life”. The shadow figure laughed maniacally in my face. I sense the thirst for blood and the hatred towards me. I start to turn to run, but my body immediately falls limp. I start to military crawl, dragging my legs across the floor.

I freeze, my breath caught in my throat as I stare at the stunning image before me. Seductive blue eyes. Thin kissable lips. Jet-black hair that's carelessly tousled in loose waves. Broad chest in a black long-sleeved shirt that hugs his firm muscles. The top buttons are undone, revealing the black curly hair on his tanned chest. The thick bulge lodged in his groin. And those coarse fingers that brushed and swiped at my pussy on his board… Zack fucking Brooks?!!! Author's note: I apologize for the late update. My phone was stolen. Anyway, I'm back now. I will update 4 chapters tomorrow.

He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor, elbows on his knees, his expression unreadable. I pushed the door fully open and stepped in. “We need to talk,” I said. He didn’t even look at me. “Not now, Camilla.” I walked forward anyway, placing two folded documents on the table beside him. I didn’t sit. I didn’t say another word. I just waited. After a long silence, Grey finally glanced at the papers. Then, at me. His eyes were tired. Red. Empty. “What is this?” he asked, voice rough.