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I paced up and down and kept staring at the huge clock on the wall. “2:23 am” and he's still not back. He told me not to worry, but how could I possibly do that? How could I do that when he's literally on a dangerous quest? I fidgeted with my fingers, sipping my tea to no avail, I waited for his arrival. “Maybe I need something to distract me.” I made my way to our room and grabbed the latest book he got me. I returned to the living room and tried my best to distract myself. “Fifty Shades of Grey is one heck of a book.” It's just weird how people term this as sexuality.

Permit me to say this but I don't think I will regret staying here…. The book clearly covered my face as I tried to find my way through an empty desk. Florida could only laugh at my silly attitude. She just won't understand so I laughed along with her. Dropping down the books, I heaved in relief. "Fifty Shades Of Grey," I read out, caressing the book cover. I'm definitely reading all these. "Shannara Chronicles," “Game of thrones,” "Beautiful Disaster," "wow…..this is really amazing," I exclaimed, reading the title of each book I grabbed.

there it was. I began to look through the numerous books sitting pretty on the shelf, I took out five books and set them down on the floor, taking a seat on the floor as I began to look through the book. I saw my favorite author ( E.L. James ) a smile sat proudly on my face as I brought out her book 'Fifty Shades Of Grey' I opened the book and placed it against my nose, inhaling the old book scent and felt giddy with happiness. I swiped the notes and began reading... ~~~~~~

Fifty shades of grey was an example. Christian Grey’s love for Anna and the way it has developed to be something really strong. I wanted that. I wanted someone to look at me and not to be attracted to me because of a mate bond, but to be attracted to me because out of many other pearls in the bead, they wanted mine. I wanted someone to meet me in a library, and stare at me throughout the day, I wanted someone who was going to make me blush, ask me on a date, want to care about my favourite colours and my favorite books just because they cared that much about me.

Manik smirked and said. Man:fifty shades of grey..We will watch fifty shades of grey together..No one will disturb us..Just you and me together alone..And let me tell you if you stop me from doing anything from now I will try all those fifty shades wale scenes on you..So you better stay quite and feel me............. of her

“You’re the one who shuts down every damn time something real happens. You act like I did something wrong just for caring about you.” His voice trembled with part anger, part heartbreak and it made me want to reach for him, but I didn’t. Couldn’t because if I touched him now, I’d fall apart. I turned another page, pretending to read, but my eyes didn’t move. He took a few steps closer. “You think I don’t notice? How you disappear into yourself, how you look at me like you’re trying to unsee me?” “Zach.” My voice came out low, warning.

I am glad they are both finding peace among the chaos. "No, Shelly and Layla have been doing that trying to cross reference any of Layla's abilities and faults with any listed in the old testiments. They haven't shared any of their findings with anybody, something about trusting Doc and look how that turned out. I don't blame them one bit for being so secretive. They said they would bring any information directly to you if they find out anything. I did look into one possibility, but there was only one very small book, maybe 10 pages worth, that didn't really give much information. So I tossed it aside," Grey speaks quickly. He gets nervous when he has to say more than 10 words at any given t

I could feel his eyes still on me, watching the way I held the book, the way I shifted my weight. The 7 second mark was my current record for how long I could hold his gaze without flinching or looking away. It was a stupid, private game I’d invented—a test of wills. If I looked away first, he won. If he looked away first, I won, which somehow translated in my twisted brain to: I have the upper hand in everything. “That’s Jane Austen,” Grey noted, without looking at the cover. “Not usually your style.” I lowered the book, meeting his dark eyes. “And what, precisely, is my style, Grey?”

That made an instant flood on my panties. “H.. hello…”I stuttered. “You’ve been reading,” he said, voice low, velvet-rough. One long finger brushed the spine of Fifty Shades. “Curious now?” Heat flooded my face. My panties were already ruined; I could feel fresh wetness seeping at his words. “Yes,” I whispered. He studied me — eyes tracing the flush on my cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of my chest, the way my hands trembled on the table.

I then decided to read a novel, a steamy romantic one of course. I was a lover of thrilling romantic stories. I've literally read every single one you can ever think of, at the time, except for 'Fifty Shades Of Grey' of course. I couldn't read it because I couldn't get it. I had a collection of such stories in my bookshelf, while I was still at home. I took a few of them with me to school.