Story 50 Shades Of Grey Novels & Stories

But it seemed that all the weirdness was bubbling to the surface now, that there was an open seam of weird and it was spreading like lava all around the town. “You went away somewhere again,” Jake said. Lauren started. “Sorry.” “Where do you go when you’re thinking those really deep thoughts?” There was no way she could possibly explain about the dead girls, about the floating book, about seeing the blood on her bike seat and the vision in her head, about how she’d made a whole crowd of murderous adults go away just by telling them to do so. There was no way she could explain the strange feeling she got from David before she left the house for her date, either. “Be careful, Lauren.”

“You can call me Lady Clara Grey. Her most exalted, beneficent Ladyship. A generous werewolf who deigns to treat with a lowly perverted prince of the Dark Shade like yourself. In fact, don’t ever use my name at all.” I heard his peals of laughter. “Impossible. Then I would just say ‘that pretty werewolf over there,’ or ‘my would-be concubine.’ Is that what you really want? ‘Lady Concubine’? Very well, Concubine Grey. It was a pleasure to bathe with you, but I really must get going. My councilors are waiting, and well, this vamp threat won’t go away on its own, will it?” He didn’t bother to stay to hear my vehement yells that I would not be known as his concubine.

I whispered one more time, taking off the blindfold. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me over, pinning my hands above my head. “Who told you about BDSM elements?” “Jasmine mentioned it when we were in college,” I responded shyly. Damien released my hands and got up. I watched as he turned on the TV. Then he plugged in a flash drive and scrolled through the list of movies. He clicked on a particular movie titled Fifty Shades Of Grey. “You want us to watch a movie?” I asked, obviously surprised.

Rita sat pressed tightly against me, her breathing already faster. I started steering the conversation. “So boys,” I said, leaning forward so my tits nearly spilled out, “have you ever destroyed a proper Luna before?” The energy at the table changed instantly. Growls rose. They wanted more. I started telling them my sluttiest stories — how I loved being gangfucked, choked, knotted, and pumped full. Rita’s face flushed deep red, but she didn’t stop me. One rogue with silver eyes stared at her. “What about you, Luna? You smell like you haven’t been properly bred in a long time.”

She needed to know how to play dumb or else she would end up telling him everything herself. Such an amateur. All I could do was sit down, scroll through my phone, while I waited for them to come out again. ASTRID’s POV I got to the bedroom and headed straight for the toilet. I splashed cold water across my face, my chest heaving up and down at a rapid rate. I had seen cases where people, women, had one-night stands and just went on with their lives. So why was my case different? It was supposed to be a one-time thing, so what was happening?

For the first time I was not carrying the weight of their expectations. I spent the day at work like nothing had changed. But inside I was calm. I called Noah after lunch. He picked up on the first ring. “Cara… I am so sorry you saw that. I was going to tell you everything. Humphrey and I have been together for months. I never wanted to hurt you. My family forced me into this marriage the same way yours forced you. I am GAY. I only agreed to keep the company. I am sorry I made you feel worthless. I am sorry I refused you every night.”

Vivienne’s legs were still shaking when the elevator doors opened into the lobby. The normal lights felt too bright. Too real. Noah’s cum was slick between her thighs, slowly dripping down as she tried to walk normally. Her skirt was wrinkled. Her hair was a mess. She felt wrecked. Claimed. And shamefully, she didn’t want it to end.

With trembling hands, I placed my glass down and replaced it with white paper, written in black. “This is truly 50 shades.” That was meant for me, but he heard it since he seemed to have the senses of an animal. I don’t know, a wolf maybe? If someone would tell me he was a werewolf, I would agree in an instant. “Except this is real, and Christian Grey is a fantasy.” He noted down, and I wanted to pinch myself to feel if it was really the way he said it, or if I was kind of trapped in some crazy world of rich billionaire, little naïve girl, the duo fall in love and run into the sunset together.

“What are the fifty shades of gray?” Elaine coughed and quickly reached for a cold glass of water as she put down her butter-flavored popcorn. “This movie is not about color, Lord Tyler. It’s about BDSM.” “Breakfast and dinner since morning?” I cocked an eyebrow. “Jeez, Tyler. No,” she chortled. “It’s about kinky stuff and wild things couples do in bed that includes leashes and handcuffs.” ‘Whatever she says…’ Remus snorted. “Whatever. Just bring it on.”

"Catty?" Grey whispered, unsure if his eyes were deceiving him. The woman with red hair, tied up in a bun with loose curls cascading down, stared at him in equal astonishment. "Mr. Grey?" Keyara couldn't contain the gasp in her voice when she saw him. Her eyes widened in disbelief. As Keyara was about to raise her hand to say hello, Grey suddenly grabbed her hand, causing her shoe to slip and fall to the elevator floor. Grey immediately embraced Keyara without hesitation, pulling her into his arms.