How was Jose when you went to the bar...(Ana) He was fine. (Christian) Palm-twitchingly mad. Especially now.
E.L. JamesYou are one fucked up son of a bitch! - Anastasia Steele
E.L. JamesWe’re coming near to the end of the bridge, and the road is once more bathed in the neon light of the street lamps so his face is intermittently in the light and the dark. And it’s such a fitting metaphor. This man, whom I once thought of as a romantic hero, a brave shining white knight—or the dark knight, as he said. He’s not a hero; he’s a man with serious, deep emotional flaws, and he’s dragging me into the dark. Can I not guide him into the light?
E.L. JamesHis head turns fractionally toward me, his eyes darkest slate. I bite my lip. “Oh, fuck the paperwork,” he growls.
E.L. JamesIt's draining, it's exhausting, it's hell... it's heaven. It's hedonism gone wild.
E.L. JamesI'd never beat you black and blue. I aim for pink." -- Christian Grey
E.L. JamesMots clés fiction-novel fifty-shades e-l-james
Yes, I'm rich. Get use to it. -- Christian Grey
E.L. JamesMots clés fiction-novel
I flush,and my inner goddess grabs a rose between her teeth and starts to tango.
E.L. JamesI nuzzle up against him, eyes closed, my nose at his throat, drinking in his sexy Christian-and-spiced-musky bodywash fragrance, my head on his shoulder. I let my mind drift, and I allow myself to fantasize that he loves me. Oh, and it's so real, tanglible almost, and a small part of my nasty harpy subconscious acts completely out of character and dares to hope.
E.L. JamesLanguage evolves and moves on. It is an organic thing. It is not stuck in an ivory tower, hung with expensive works of art and overlooking most of Seattle with a helipad stuck on its roof.
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