The Fifty Shades Trilogy Novels & Stories

Yellow tapes surrounding the area and flashing lights. I saw Alejandro standing just beyond the threshold in a black robe, face carved from stone, clearly trying to suppress the rage bubbling beneath his flawless exterior. I couldn’t look away. I wanted to see every twitch, every tightened jaw muscle, every ounce of disbelief when he realized the girl he thought he’d burned alive was the ghost now haunting his empire. “That’s right,” I whispered under my breath. “This is just the beginning.” Shane slid behind me on the bed, wrapping an arm around my waist, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear.

Anthony says, gesturing to the space in front of him, “This is the grand hall. To you right through the hall is the kitchen, living room and office area. Bedrooms are on the second level, the stairs are to your left, your room is the first door on the right. I have decorated but as I do not know your preferences, it is still quite bare. The rooftop is open for your use but I ask that if you cannot handle heights, do not go up there. Any questions?” I shake my head and start walking into the living room, seeing a white leather couch and what looks to be a 95” TV hanging on the wall. I finally look up at him as I take a seat on the back of the couch, “Are my clothes here?” Anthony hesitates to

Thankfully, I could think on my feet… or not, as the case might be. “I’ve watched Fifty Shades of Grey. It looks like fun. I’ve imagined myself in Anastasia’s place and I’m taking the next step. Whilst I may not know exactly what turns me on, my body’s booked two hours for you to experiment upon it. I’m sure you’ll figure something out, being as you’re the best there is.” I arched an eyebrow at him. He cracked the other claw of his lobster open, towards me, and juice splattered upon my face. Blinking furiously, my hands turned into two tight fists itching to wrap themselves around his neck, knowing he’d done it on purpose.

It's as if I've lost control over my thoughts, feelings, and behaviors. I must maintain control. The only thing keeping me high enough to prevent anyone from reaching inside of me, let alone touching me, is that. Ethan cannot simply return after ten years and overthrow my authority. I shove him away. I finally tell him what I've been repressing for years. "I hate you." The hands Ethan was holding at his sides. Do you think you would have wed Theo? Hades is another option." "Gladly. Nobody except you.” He smirks, but it doesn't come across as mocking. instead, as if he's hiding something behind the expression.

“Oh, the drug thing, you know, it wasn’t me, Selena. It was Katherine Hamilton, and she just hid it in my bag. I explained my side before, but nobody cared to listen.” “I’m so sorry, but are you? It’s Katherine? She looks innocent,” I said. “On the surface, but deep inside, she was the meanest human being I had the misfortune to meet. You probably haven’t heard this one, but his fiance dumped her when she was busted about having several men at a time,” Layla continued. As I listened to Layla speaking, I couldn’t picture Katherine Hamilton as someone vile and nasty. Although the woman appeared to be rude, I believed it was caused by a trauma during her childhood…just like mine! “Maybe she did

She was the girl with whom Zanvil used to go to parties and the paparazzi shared a lot of juicy gossip. "Meet my wife Eleonora Williams. And she is Stella Brown. My business partner's daughter and a good friend of mine." Zanvil introduced them. Nora looked up and said a small hi. She didn't reply to her, instead asked her another question. "Are you pregnant?" She asked as she glared at Nora. Nora looked at her dumbfounded. Was she crazy? Couldn't she see her huge baby bump. "Yes. We are expecting our first baby." Zanvil said with a smile when Nora didn't say anything. Stella threw draggers at Nora like she did some horrible sin.

"Gemma, the wedding is off." He carried her to the car and sped toward the hospital without another word. Gemma shattered completely. She grabbed Sloane by the arms and screamed. "You ruined my wedding." Sloane shoved her off. "Gemma, it was a 500-dollar wedding. What exactly were you expecting?" Her expression was pure contempt. "You thought 500 dollars was going to get you something that looks like a 100,000-dollar event? Dream on." That was the last thread holding Gemma together. She lunged at Sloane like a woman possessed, tearing at her and slapping her across the face again and again. Sloane fought back without hesitation, kicking Gemma to the ground, then turning on her heel to head f

We would have lost the argument, then my job, then my flat and then all hope of another man going near me. ‘You may be right about the first three, but number four? Men would be queuing up to travel with you.’ ‘Just for a quick screw – nothing permanent. Not my style. Monica Lewinsky’s life never recovered.’ ‘Monica Who?’ ‘Look her up and let me know if you have a goddess for her. Or maybe Monica counts as a modern-day goddess.’ ‘I’ll look into her. In the meantime, I have another goddess for you. Aphrodite. Research her and see if we can keep your sex-life buzzing. Call me when you are ready.’ The line went dead.

“What the hell did you do?” “I didn’t do anything,” I snapped. “Just tell me what it is.” And for some reason I don’t know, panic kickstarted in my heart. My thoughts racing. He turned the phone toward me. A page had loaded. Dark themed. At the top, in bold: ELITE BROTHERHOOD “What is that?” I asked, my voice lower now. Tyler let out a short, almost disbelieving laugh. “You’re serious?” “Yes.” He stared at me for a second longer, like he was trying to confirm I wasn’t joking.

“I’ve only given you two loads each so far. I’m not leaving until every single one of your greedy little cunts is completely ruined and overflowing with my seed. Get on your backs again, legs up to your shoulders. I’m going to breed all three of you back-to-back in one final marathon. No pulling out. No mercy. I want your wombs packed so full you’ll be leaking for days.” The girls moaned like broken whores and quickly obeyed. They lay side by side on the floor, pulling their knees all the way to their chests and spreading their legs as wide as possible. Three dripping, cum-filled pussies were presented to him like offerings — Emma’s fat, creamy hole, Mia’s tight petite slit, and Zoe’s long-l