Anastasia, you were comatose. Necrophilia is not my thing. I like my women sentient and receptive,” he says dryly.

She began to realize some decisions cannot be undone no matter how hard you try.

However the word I was going to say was…suggestive.

And so a pattern develops: wake, work cry. sleep. I can’t even escape him in my dreams. Gray burning eyes, his lost look, his hair burnished and bright and bright all haunt me. And the...

It is Heavens way to balance those who are strong and those who are weak. It cannot be changed.

Abruptly, Elliot startles us all by standing and pulling his chair back so it scrapes across the tile floor. All eyes turn to him. He gazes down at Kate for one moment and then drops...

There is a glimmer of metal that wavers between his thighs. He turns to face me. The balls of his large gauge nipple rings catch my eye as they glint in the light of the...

You make me sound like an arrogant ass,” he said.”Are you?””No! I’m just me.

You’ve brushed your teeth,” He says, staring at me.”I used your toothbrush.”His lips quirk up in a half smile. “Oh Anastasia Steele, what am I going to do with you?

The pair of us are like salt and sugar: such different flavors, but so close in every other way you could never sort us apart once we’re together.

Subject: SundownDate: June 14 2011 09:35To: Christian GreyDear Completely & Utterly SmittenI love waking up with you, too. But I love being in bed with you and in elevators and on pianos and billiard tables...

I’ll pretend, I tell myself. Pretending is safer than believing.

Coveralls,” I reply, and I know I’m no longer screening what’s coming out of my mouth.He raises a eyebrow, amused yet again. “You wouldn’t want to ruin your clothing.” I gesture vaguely in the direction...

My sisters and I sit together on a pair of suitcases. If we’ve forgotten anything, it’s already too late — our rooms have all been sealed and photographed. Anyway, Tatiana would say it’s bad luck...

You’re not celibate, then?” I breathe. Amusement lights up his eyes.”No, Anastasia, I’m not celibate.

It’s different now, like pushing the stop lever on my camera until nothing except the war can squeeze through the lens.

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 can change my...

Maria cries unashamedly on my shoulder while I whisper and pet her cheek, but Anastasia grips my other hand and stares fiercely back at our Alexander Palace with her wet blue eyes until it is...

From: Christian GreySubject: &*%$&*&*Date: August 23 2011 11:23To: Anastasia GreyBelieve me when I say there are a great many things he’d like to do to your ass right now. Firing you is not one of...

I wish I wasn’t an imperial highness or an ex-grand duchess. I’m sick of people doing things to me because of what I am. Girl-in-white-dress. Short-one-with-fringe. Daughter-of-the-tsar. Child-of-the-ex-tyrant. I want people to look and see...

Although we are better known as the Nobles of Heaven. We have the ability to heal others, as well as control ones emotions. As you have noticed, your father and I are most powerful in...

You are one brave woman,” he whispers, “I am in awe of you.

Ana was a perpetual victim in a never-ending search for a victimizer.

The Healers—or Guardian Angels, as we were once known as—are given the most power from the sun. Our powers to heal others come from the light and good of the earth—it is what enables us...