What's The Story Behind 50 Shades Of Grey นิยาย & เรื่องราว

5 seconds later, I'm smiling because of the night full of passion. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ P.s : Do you know E.L. James? Yeah she is the author of the erotic novel 'Fifty Shades of Grey' I will explain who she really is, because she is a shy woman but has a crazy imagination. I feel proud of her.... EL James is the name of the author of the novel 'Fifty Shades of Grey' which so far has sold more than 40 million copies worldwide. Who would have thought, James who wrote the erotic novel was actually a shy woman. How's James' story?

"It will be a harmless story, ma'am." "I insist." "Well, it's nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you and here you were right under my nose all this time." "I'm glad you understand." Destiny began to get up. "Not completely." She sat back down. "Huh?" "I've been working on Mr. Grey since he was announced to appear in the Times and on Vogue cover as one of the richest eligible bachelors and businessmen." "I see," Destiny mumbled. 'Was that why he left? This is what was important?'

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

when we accidentally bumped shoulders at the communal fridge but in my head, he’d done a lot more than that. I bit my lip, staring at the ceiling. My hand instantly drifted down my stomach, fingers tracing the edge of my open jeans. And I could already feel the heat building between my thighs, that slow, insistent throb that had started the moment I’d seen him this morning in the elevator. He’d been wearing gray sweatpants. Low on his hips. The kind that left nothing to the imagination. I’d caught the faint outline of his cock and had to look away before my face turned scarlet.

Obscene and perfect. Me: Tony…. Tony: Come for me, Lila. Let go. I’ve got you. The words tipped me over. I shattered, my back arching, thighs clamping around my hand, a broken cry ripping out of my throat. Wave after wave rolled through me until I was shaking, boneless, slick fingers still buried inside. I panted into the dark. Me: Holy shit.

"When I opened my eyes, the car was upside down. I was still strapped in. I looked over... and she was there, bleeding. I called her name over and over but she didn't answer. I passed out again... and when I woke up in the hospital, they told me she was dead." Tears stung my eyes. "I'm so sorry." He gave a stiff nod. "After that, I hated my father. I blamed him. I still do. I started therapy. PTSD. I couldn't sleep for years." He glanced at me, then looked down at his hands. "I started Grey Global when I was twenty. I didn't want anything from my father. I built it from scratch. And now... my company is bigger than his." I watched him in silence. Trying to hold the tears that were coming.

A day after knowing that Shaun is a lycanthrope, Grey visited me in the cafe. "Austin, you have to promise me to keep whatever you have read or saw in that book from Shaun." Grey said, looking way more serious than he is when he brought me to the woods. "But why? didn't he deserve to know this? I mean, it's about your race for Pete's sake!" I said, frowning at him. I don't understand the need to keep things about them from Shaun. Grey is a really strange man. "No Austin, you have to keep this from Shaun. It's for the both of you." he said, shifting his eyes to one side.

We started the conversation with general inquires and reports. Then it goes to the main topics. "So here's the thing. One of my workers betrayed me, he turns out to be a spy working for someone. I could get him to spill out the names but it's either Grey Howl or Lost Eden. He didn't have the Grey Howl's gang tattoo so it's likely to be from Lost Eden. That's actually not the big problem, the big problem is the money that they took. It was 731,413,110,000 billion and not only that, we found a safe with the code exactly 731.413.110.000 as if it was a barcode. I tried to enter it as it was some sort of IP address. I tried to track it but it leads me onto some random dark web that changes every

And I realized Ethan’s kinks ran deeper than I’d expected. He loved public sex—loved the risk of getting caught. We fucked in bathroom stalls at the mall. In the back rows of nearly empty movie theatres. In a parking garage where anyone could have easily walked in on us. I had no problem with it because the danger made him wetter, made him cling to me harder, made him beg harder! His horizons expanded. We posted an ad online looking for player partners. Eventually, we found a steady partner. His name was Dickson. Dickson was black, built like a heavyweight fighter, and had a cock that made my jaw drop the first time I saw it. Nine inches. Thick as my forearm with veins like tree roots runnin

“Five minutes. Don’t be late.” The five minutes felt like an eternity. Elara’s legs were still unsteady, a pleasant, liquid weakness lingering in her muscles from the seismic release under the table. She gathered her legal pad and pen with trembling hands, her skin hypersensitive, every brush of her silk blouse against her nipples a tiny electric shock. The conference room emptied around her, colleagues chatting idly about lunch plans and quarterly projections, completely oblivious to the secret that had just unfolded in their midst. She could still taste the copper of blood on her cheek, a stark reminder of the climax she’d barely silenced. Her core throbbed in a slow, echoing rhythm, a hun