Reading Fifty Shades Of Grey Novels & Stories

Sam walked the grounds of Versailles alone, trying to collect his thoughts. He walked down an ambling path, twisting and turning its way through perfectly trimmed hedges. Ever since he’d met Kendra, he had been able to think of little else. There was something about her: she was so young, and her skin was so smooth and flawless, and her aqua eyes completely hypnotized him. When she looked at him, with the full power of those eyes on him, he had been able to think of nothing else.

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

The moment my eyes landed on the room, I immediately understood what she meant. Gray was sitting near the window, completely unaware—or perhaps completely unconcerned—about the attention he was attracting. Morning sunlight spilled through the glass behind him, illuminating the pages of the book he was reading. Around him, several girls seemed determined to find excuses to linger nearby. Some were pretending to search through their bags. Others kept walking past his desk for reasons that made absolutely no sense. The entire thing would have been ridiculous if it wasn’t so obvious. Lila lowered her voice dramatically. “Do you see what I see?”

It was a mockery. Every time he proudly told others we were in an older woman–younger man relationship, underneath that pride was nothing but disgust. When he swore he’d take care of me, that I’d never need to touch my dad’s money, it wasn’t love. He was just afraid I’d compete with Dawn. What a ridiculous five years it had been. Next year, I’d be thirty, and my entire twenties would end in lies and betrayal. I stood in front of the mirror and smiled faintly. A fine line had appeared at the corner of my eye. As I lifted my hand and touched my reflection, the line seemed to disappear for a moment.

Her perfume hit me from ten feet away, something sweet and cloying that made my stomach turn. I took one look and felt exactly nothing. “I will be with you in five minutes,” I said and walked past her. I showered fast, wearing gray sweatpants and a black tee that stuck to the places I hadn’t dried off completely. When I came back down she was perched on the edge of the couch with her legs crossed high and her phone angled for the perfect shot of her tits. I dropped into the armchair across from her and spread my knees wide. “Let’s get this over with.”

Aisha's POV I never thought I would see him again. Five years had passed, and I felt I had moved far enough away from the shadows of the past. Yet tonight, at a charity event I attended at the invitation of a friend, fate seemed to be playing with me. The world felt more vibrant with the bustle and laughter, but my heart felt heavy as I stepped into a room full of unfamiliar faces. That gaze. The gaze I once knew so deeply. A mix of guilt, regret, and something more complicated—hidden love. He stood across the room, wearing a black suit that still made him look so authoritative.

Beyond the glass stretched the glittering lights of the city. Standing outside was Julian. Our eyes met. There was a loneliness about him that had not existed before. He looked like he wanted to come closer. However, he did not dare to. I looked away and turned back to Shane. This time, I met his gaze directly. "I accept." Outside the window, Julian stood frozen for a very long time—long enough to watch Shane reach for my hand, long enough to watch our fingers intertwine, and long enough to watch Shane leap to his feet in excitement and pull me into a hug.

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony