Novel & Cerita Who Wrote Fifty Shades Of Grey

He walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out the file he’d found at dawn after hours of digging, calling old contacts, pulling favors he rarely used. The file he never expected to exist. He set it on the desk. Zach frowned. “What is that?” Bask opened the folder. Birth records. Hospital discharge forms. A file from a child services worker who’d taken notes in hurried handwriting. And finally, a faded picture of a baby wrapped in a thin hospital blanket. Sudan Flair Born: November 18 Mother: Mary Flair Father: Unknown Zach’s breath hitched. “No…no, that’s not…”

Celyn The rain comes down in that typical Chicago half-mist, half-serious drizzle as I stand at the corner of Michigan and Wabash, right at the edge of the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. I'm Celyn Vasquez, twenty-eight, freelance photographer, and completely soaked through my black trench coat right now. My dark curls cling to the back of my neck while the wet fabric of my white blouse sticks to my skin. I hike my leather messenger bag higher on my shoulder, trying not to dwell on the ruined prints inside it.

I had turned the Great Alpha into a common criminal. I wasn't just destroying Roman. I was erasing the woman who had loved him. And jeez, it hurt more than the stone in my lungs. But as I looked at my reflection in the dark screen of the tablet, I saw pale, skeletal, and fading Elara. Then I realized the "Gold" I was winning was starting to feel more like the "Grey" I was leaving behind.