Romans & histoires Read Excerpts From 50 Shades Of Grey

I stumble running downhill but quickly catch my balance and make it to the exit. I look down at my chest as blood is streaming out of my wounds. I can barely take the stinging pain from the scratches that she left on my body. I look over into the graveyard as the smiling figure stands there waving at me and smiling. The area around me starts to shake as images around me start to crumble. Everything starts to get blurry as a loud ringing starts in my ears. I look back up to where the smiling figure was but nothing is there anymore. The graveyard is no longer there, the figure disappears. Suddenly a door appears on top of the hill. Everything around is now a dark nothingness. With nowhere else

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?

Lauren walked on the edge of the road—there were no sidewalks in her development—thinking about what she’d seen in the throes of her migraine two days before, and about the floating book, and also about David and his sudden predictions. Her abdomen felt puffy and twisted at the same time, and she’d put on jeans instead of shorts even though it was hot out. She was afraid—and she knew it was an irrational fear—that her period might leak out of the side of her underpants and then the blood would run down her legs and if she wore shorts then everyone would see.

Cassie stepped in after knocking for several minutes without any response. Her eyes widened at the sight before her and she stood there, dumbstruck with disgust. Both of them stopped and turned to look at her as she rushed out of his office, banging the door. Mr. Grey pulled out immediately, taking off the sheath violently and spilling his juices over some documents on his desk. "F*uk!" he growled, trying to stabilize his breath.

Kavya said with a bright smile Both ate their food and then settled on the movie room couch. "what you want to watch?" kiaan asked "fifty shades of grey," Kavya said winking "Really? I thought you would say ''After '' as it's your favourite." Kiaan said "if you know that's my favourite then why are you even asking me? You know how much I love my Hardin Scott (a character from After movie) uff he is hot.. If I got a chance I would have married him but anyways start the movie." Kavya said

Then I bend down and gather them. Most are old receipts, expired bills, or random documents—nothing important. Until I notice familiar handwriting. Callie’s. A strange feeling settles deep inside me. I frown and brush off the dust. The note is old. The edges are worn, as if it’s been opened and closed many times. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I open it. My world spins as I read the opening words: *Grey love* Everything inside me becomes still. My hands tighten around the paper.

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.

looking helpless as he lost the only thing that made him a god: his land. "You look like you're staring at a funeral," Silas rumbled, standing by the window. His silhouette appeared massive against the grey sky. "I am," I whispered. My voice was a dry rasp, like a dead leaf when crushed. "I'm watching the burial of the Crescent Alpha. I just didn't expect the scene to look so... boring, and ordinary…" My cough broke the silence, a deep, racking tremor that made my ribs feel like they were being snapped back one by one. I pressed a tissue to my mouth that quickly soaked in a dark, thick crimson. I didn't panic; that was for people who still had a future.

Ava The morning light filtered through my curtains like an unwelcome intruder, casting long shadows across my room. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my body still humming with the ghost of last night’s sins. The way he had claimed me against those cold tiles, his eyes burning with raw possession. I should have felt regret. Shame. Instead, a dangerous heat coiled low in my belly at the memory. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, shattering the silence.

I leaned down, my fingers shaking violently as I pinched the edge of the paper and pulled it free from the gap. I braced myself against the wood paneling, my chest heaving beneath Alpha Varg's shirt as I slowly unfolded the hidden ink, preparing for the devastating impact of whatever ultimatum Gray had manufactured to destroy my sanity. My eyes frantically scanned the page. But there was no messy, aggressive script from my past. There was no threatening ultimatum.