Fifty Shades Novel Chapters
List of most recent chapters published for the Fifty Shades novel. A total of 163 chapters have been translated and the release date of the last chapter is Apr 02, 2024
Latest Release: Chapter 1 :
Chapter One
I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. d.a.m.n my hair - it just
Chapter One
I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. d.a.m.n my hair - it just won't behave, and d.a.m.n Katherine Kavanagh for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I
- 102 "I need to be alone with you." "What for?" "Because I'm going to spank and then f**k you.""Why?" I whimper softly. "You know why," he hisses. "I thought you were an in-the-moment guy?" I ple
- 103 He relaxes momentarily, so I feel his entire, delicious weight on me. I'm not ready to let him go, my body craving relief, but he's so heavy, and in that moment, I can't push against him. All of a sudden, he withdraws, leaving me aching and
- 104 "What?" he asks, his voice quiet. I flounder momentarily. No - I'll tell him. He's always complaining that I don't talk to him. "I think that you felt trapped into bringing me to meet your parents." My voice is soft and
- 105 All too soon, I'm torn from my impossible daydream. "We're home," Christian murmurs, and it's such a tantalizing sentence, full of so much potential . Home, with Christian. Except his apartment is an art gallery, not a home.Taylor
- 106 "I need the bathroom." My voice is a whisper. He frowns, bemused. "Now you're asking permission?""Err... no." "Anastasia, you know where the bathroom is. Today, at this point in our strange arrangement, you don'
- 107 "Stop." He tugs them from my mouth. Moving toward the bed, he throws the duvet aside and sits down on the edge. "Come here." I stand in front of him."Now turn round, bend down, and grasp your ankles." I blink at him, and his
- 108 "Good girl, Anastasia," he groans, and his breathing is ragged. He spanks me twice more, and then he pulls at the small threads attached to the b.a.l.l.s and jerks them out of me suddenly. I almost climax - the feeling is out of this world. Movi
- 109 "Unless that company's P&L improves, I'm not interested, Ros. We're not carrying dead weight... I don't need any more lame excuses... Have Marco call me, it's s.h.i.+t or bust time... Yes, tell Barney that the prototype looks
- 110 He looks up, gazing at me, his expression is disconcerted, alarmed even. Placing his hands on either side of my face, he holds my head in place. "You. Are. Mine," he says, each word a staccato. "Do you understand?" He's so earnest
- 111 "We've already made serious misuse of your company's aviation fleet. I wouldn't want to do it again." "It's my company, it's my jet." He sounds almost wounded. Oh, boys and their toys! "Thank you for the o
- 112 We shake hands, and his dark expression is unreadable, though friendly enough, I think. "Have you traveled far?" he asks pleasantly. "No, I've recently moved to the Pike Street Market area.""Oh, not far at all then. Please, t
- 113 "Ana, anyone can see that. And he's fallen for you. He's mad about you. Won't take his eyes off you." I laugh uncertainly. "Do you think so?""Hasn't he told you?" "Not in so many words." "Ha
- 114 To: Christian Grey Dear Mr. Grey I think I have already expressed my reservations about working for your company. My views on this have not changed, are not changing, and will not change, ever. I must leave you now as Kate has returned with food. My sense
- 115 What does that meanAre they closing the doorsMy scalp p.r.i.c.kles as I sit in palpitating antic.i.p.ation. The seat next to me is the only unoccupied one in the sixteen-seat cabin. The plane jolts as it pulls away from its stand, and I breathe a sigh of
- 116 "Oh Ana, honey. You must be so tired." She glances anxiously at Bob. "No Mom, it's just - I'm so pleased to see you." I hug her tightly. She feels so good and welcoming and home. Reluctantly, I relinquish her, and Bob gives m
- 117 Yes, I'm rich. Get used to it. Why shouldn't I spend money on youWe've told your father I'm your boyfriend, for heaven's sake. Isn't that what boyfriends doAs your Dom, I would expect you to accept whatever I spend on you wit
- 118 Really it's nothing. Eyeing me suspiciously, she sits down on the bed and tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "Has he emailed you?" Oh double c.r.a.p."Yeah." My nonchalance is wearing thin, and I flush. "Perhaps he'
- 119 She regards me shrewdly while Bob oozes impatience with his hangdog, hungry look. "I'll take you shopping tomorrow," she says. "Oh, Mom, you don't need to do that. I have plenty of clothes.""Can't I do something for
- 120 Holy cow! I'm on Google! I stare at us together. I look surprised by the camera, nervous, off balance. This was just before I agreed to try. For his part, Christian looks impossibly handsome, calm and collected, and he's wearing that tie. I gaze
- 121 He turns to greet my mom. "Mrs. Adams, I am delighted to meet you." How does he know her name He gives her the heart-stopping, Christian Grey patented, full-blown-no-prisoners-taken smile. She doesn't have a hope. My mother's lower jaw
- 122 "I think of her as a child molester, Christian." I hold my breath waiting for his reaction. Christian blanches. "That's very judgmental. It wasn't like that," he whispers, shocked. He releases my hand. Judgmental?"Oh, ho
- 123 "Darling, don't feel you have to come back with me. I want you happy - and right now I think the key to your happiness is upstairs in room 612. If you need to come home later, the key is under the Yucca plant on the front porch. If you stay - we
- 124 I blink at him, fish into my jeans pocket, and pull out a hair elastic. "Put your hair up," he orders softly. I do as he asks. It's warm and sultry beside the bath, and my camisole starts to stick. He leans over and shuts off the faucet. le
- 125 I remember that I have my period. "I'm bleeding," I murmur. "Doesn't bother me," he breathes."I noticed." I can't keep the dryness out of my voice. He tenses slightly. "Does it bother you?" he asks so
- 126 He s.h.i.+fts in the bath so that he's facing me, causing the water to lap over the sides onto the floor. He places his arm around my shoulders, resting on the ledge of the bath. "Persistent aren't you?" he murmurs, a trace of irritati
- 127 "So it's a form of therapy?" "I've not thought of it like that, but yes, I suppose it is." This I can understand. This will help."But, here's the thing - one moment you say don't defy me, the next you say you l
- 128 "All submissives?" "Yes." "Stop grinning at me," I scold him mildly, trying and failing to keep a straight face. "I can't. You're funny.""Funny peculiar or funny ha ha?" "A bit of both I th
- 129 We! I sit up, and the sheet pools at my waist, revealing my body. He stands to give me room, his eyes dark. "What time is it?""5:30 in the morning." "Feels like 3:00 a.m." "We don't have much time. I let you sleep a
- 130 What He knows what he's doing, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Who did And I have to listen to Britney going on and on. Who... who? The song ends and the iPod shuffles to Damien Rice being mournful. WhoWho I stare out of the window, my stomach churning. Who? &quo
- 131 "Anastasia," Christian summons me. "Come." He holds out his hand. "See you later." I smile at Taylor, and giving me a quick salute, he heads back to the parking lot. "Mr. Benson, this is my girlfriend Anastasia Steele.&q
- 132 The radio crackles into life, and Mark mentions 3,000 feet. Jeez, that sounds high,. I check the ground, and I can no longer clearly distinguish anything down there. "Release," Christian says into the radio, and suddenly the Piper disappears, an
- 133 Oh my. He's coming round, and hope surges through me, leaving me breathless. "I'm very happy that you want more," I whisper. "We aim to please, Miss Steele." He smirks as we pull into the International House of Pancakes."
- 134 Of course he doesn't ask me for my mother's address. He knows it already, stalker that he is. When he pulls up outside the house, I don't comment. What's the point? "Do you want to come in?" I ask shyly. "I need to work,
- 135 I glance down at my phone and frown, there's a missed call from Christian. He never phones me. I call him straight back. "Anastasia," he answers immediately. "Hi," I murmur shyly."I have to return to Seattle. Something's
- 136 Christian Grey CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc. Cat of his ownI've never seen a cat in his apartment. No, I am not going to answer him.Oh, he can be so exasperating sometimes. Fifty shades of exasperating. I clamber into bed and lie glaring at the
- 137 From: Anastasia Steele Subject: Over-Reaction Date: June 3 2011 13:06 ESTTo: Christian Grey Dear Mr. Grumpy The aircraft doors are still open. We are delayed but only by ten minutes. My welfare and that of the pa.s.sengers around me is vouchsafed. You may
- 138 "No trace... Okay... Yes." He turns and sees me, and his whole demeanor changes. From tension to relief to something else: a look that calls directly to my inner G.o.ddess, a look of sensual carnality, gray eyes blazing. My mouth goes dry and de
- 139 "Congratulations, Miss Steele. Now will you tell me where?" he teases. "You don't know?" He shakes his head, frowning slightly."Why would I know?" "With your stalking capabilities, I thought you might have... "
- 140 Antic.i.p.ation runs bubbling like soda through my veins. What will he doI take a deep steadying breath, but I cannot deny it, I'm excited, aroused, wet already. This is so... I want to think wrong, but somehow it's not. It's right for Chri
- 141 I feel him behind me. He takes my hair, pulls it into a ponytail behind me, and starts to braid it. "While I like your pigtails, Anastasia, I am too impatient to be at you right now. So one will have to do." His voice is low, soft. His deft fin
- 142 "Aagghh!" I cry out. It takes me by surprise, and it doesn't exactly hurt, but tingles all over, and he hits me again. Harder. "Aaah!" I want to move, to writhe... to escape, or to welcome, each blow... I don't know - it'
- 143 He crease on his brow deepens. "Well, naturally I am all those things, and now you've got me really intrigued. What are you hiding from me, Miss Steele?" I blink at him innocently."I'm not hiding anything." "Anastasia, y
- 144 "I want to get something straight," I whisper as my pulse starts to accelerate, and my inner G.o.ddess closes her eyes, reveling in the feel of his lips on me. He pauses momentarily before continuing his sensual a.s.sault. "Always so eager
- 145 I swallow instinctively and a frisson of exhilaration runs through me. "So... " Holy s.h.i.+t. What am I going to do? "Yes?" He licks his lower lip."You want to spank me now." "Yes. And I will." "Oh, really, Mr. Grey?" I challenge, grinning back
- 146 "Show you?" "Show me how much it can hurt." "What?""Punish me. I want to know how bad it can get." Christian steps back away from me, completely confused. "You would try?" "Yes. I said I would." But I have an ulterior motive. If I do this for
- 147 What was I thinking Why did I let him do that to meI wanted the dark, to explore how bad it could be - but it's too dark for me. I cannot do this. Yet, this is what he does, this is how he gets his kicks. What a monumental wake-up call. And to be fair to
- 148 Heading downstairs, I glance at the great room, thinking how only hours before I had rested my head on his shoulder as he played the piano. So much has happened since then. I have had my eyes opened and glimpsed the extent of his depravity, and I now kno
- 149 "Goodbye, Christian," I murmur. "Ana, goodbye," he says softly, and he looks utterly, utterly broken, a man in agonizing pain, reflecting how I feel inside. I tear my gaze away from him before I change my mind and try to comfort him. The elevator door
- 150 "A cake?" I nod. "A chocolate cake?""You want a chocolate cake?" His grin is infectious. He nods. "I'll see what I can do, Mr. Grey." He kisses me once more. Carla is stunned into silence. "Mom, say something." "You're not pregnant, are you,
- 151 I head straight to the kitchen when I arrive back, and I can't help feeling a frisson of alarm. Christian is still in his study. Jeez, that's most of the afternoon. I decide my best option is to face him and see how much damage I've done. I peek cautio
- 152 "No. Show me." He holds out his hand, and I know he's not to be argued with - his voice is cold and hard. Reluctantly I give him the e-mail. "What's he done to you?" Kate asks, ignoring Christian. She looks so apprehensive. I flush as a myriad of er
- 153 c.r.a.p. How many people are here? I scan the room quickly: all the Greys, Ethan with Mia, Dr. Flynn and his wife, I a.s.sume. There's Mac from the boat, a tall, handsome African American - I remember seeing him in Christian's office the first time I me
- 154 "Delighted to meet the woman who has finally captured Christian's heart." Rhian smiles kindly at me. "Thank you," I mutter, embarra.s.sed again. "That was one googly you bowled there, Christian," Dr. Flynn shakes his head in amused disbelief. Chris
- 155 "I neither need nor want your congratulations, Elena. I'm surprised and disappointed to see you here." She arches an eyebrow. I think she's impressed. "I wouldn't have thought of you as a worthy adversary, Anastasia. But you
- 156 "How long, Christian?" Grace's voice is soft. I can barely hear her. I cannot hear his reply. "How old were you?" Her voice is more insistent. "Tell me. How old were you when this all started?" Again I can't hear Ch
- 157 "Our business relations.h.i.+p is over. Done." I frown at him. "Will you liquidate the salon business?" He snorts. "I'm not that vindictive, Anastasia," he admonishes me. "No. I'll gift them to her. I'll t
- 158 "I've something to show you in here," he murmurs and opens the door. The harsh light of the fluorescents illuminates the impressive motor launch in the dock, bobbing gently on the dark water. There's a row boat beside it. "Come.&q
- 159 "My limits for what?" "Pleasure." "Oh, I think I'd like that." My inner G.o.ddess drops into a dead faint."Well, maybe when we get home," he whispers, leaving that promise hanging between us. I nuzzle him once
- 160 "Please what?" I gasp. "Please, Sir." Christian places his hand over my ringing skin and rubs gently."There. There. There." His words are soft. His hand moves south and around, and his fingers slide inside me. I groan. "
- 161 "How's my daughter?" "She's dancing." I laugh. "Dancing? Oh yes! Wow. I can feel her." He grins as Blip Two somersaults inside me."I think she likes s.e.x already." Christian frowns. "Really?" he
- 162 "Pop!" Ted holds out his hands and Sophie pa.s.ses one to him. It's dripping already. "Here - let Mommy see." I sit up, take the popsicle from Ted, and quickly slip it into my mouth, licking off the excess juice. Hmm . . . cranber
- 163 "Hmm . . . tasty." Ted giggles and reaches up, wanting Christian to hold him. Christian grins at me and takes Ted in his arms, settling him on his hip. "Sophie, where's Gail?""She was in the big house." I glance at Christian. His smile has turned b
- 164 When I glance at Christian, he has tears in his eyes. "Heres your son, Mrs. Grey," he whispers, his voice strained and hoa.r.s.e. "Our son," I breathe. "Hes beautiful." "He is," Christian says and plants a kiss on o