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Fifty Shades Freed is a world popular adult-fiction Romantic Novel series. The novel series has been authored by E. Owing to its immense popularity and fame, the book has been converted into much popular romantic movies franchise as well with the same title. Fifty Shades freed is the third and final book of the trilogy series. The third and final novel was launched only within a few months of the second novel in the year The novel is much different that its previous two books as the author takes an unexpected traditional turn in the storyline. Ana and Christian who have so far been involved physically are now all set to make emotions prior by tying the know with one another.
The novel is much different that its previous two books as the author takes an unexpected traditional turn in the storyline. Ana and Christian who have so far been involved physically are now all set to make emotions prior by tying the know with one another.
Their togetherness is now defined not by contract but by the sacred bond of marriage. The trilogy is, of course, a sexual-romantic adult fiction but this novel sees an unexpected emotional twist of events as Christian and Ana wed in front of dear friends and family.
Ana soon becomes pregnant with her first child and this leads to trouble in Paradise for the happy couple as Christian is not ready for a child yet — his dark past still haunts him.
The novel is as well-received as the rest of the trilogy. It received a full star rating from readers as well as critics. The novel also made the readers emotional as they had to bid farewell to the franchise after this final novel.
The movie adaptation of fifty shades freed, title the same, is all set to release in James is a young aspiring novelist who has found immense fame in her Fifty Shades franchise. But I can't reach it. My green car is fuzzy. Covered in gray fur and dirt.
I want it back. I can never reach it. My green car is lost.
And I can never play with it again. I open my eyes and my dream fades in the early-morning light. What the hell was that about? I grasp at the fragments as they recede, but fail to catch any of them. Dismissing it, like I do most mornings, I climb out of bed and find some newly laundered sweats in my walk-in closet.
Outside, a leaden sky promises rain, and I'm not in the mood to be rained on during my run today. I head upstairs to my gym, switch on the TV for the morning business news, and step onto the treadmill.
My thoughts stray to the day. I've nothing but meetings, though I'm seeing my personal trainer later for a workout at my office-Bastille is always a welcome challenge. Maybe I should call Elena?
We can do dinner later this week. I stop the treadmill, breathless, and head down to the shower to start another monotonous day. I scowl at him as he turns and leaves.
His parting words rub salt into my wounds because, despite my heroic attempts during our workout today, my personal trainer has kicked my ass. Bastille is the only one who can beat me, and now he wants another pound of flesh on the golf course. I detest golf, but so much business is done on the fairways, I have to endure his lessons there, too,,,and though I hate to admit it, playing against Bastille does improve my game.
As I stare out the window at the Seattle skyline, the familiar ennui seeps unwelcome into my consciousness. My mood is as flat and gray as the weather. My days are blending together with no distinction, and I need some kind of diversion. I've worked all weekend, and now, in the continued confines of my office, I'm restless.
I shouldn't feel this way, not after several bouts with Bastille. But I do. I frown. The sobering truth is that the only thing to capture my interest recently has been my decision to send two freighters of cargo to Sudan. This reminds me-Ros is supposed to come back to me with numbers and logistics.
What the hell is keeping her? I check my schedule and reach for the phone. Why the hell did I agree to this? I loathe interviews-inane questions from ill-informed, envious people intent on probing my private life. And she's a student. The phone buzzes. At least I can keep this interview short.
I was expecting Katherine Kavanagh. I know her father, Eamon, the owner of Kavanagh Media. We've done business together, and he seems like a shrewd operator and a rational human being. This interview is a favor to him-one that I mean to cash in on later when it suits me. And I have to admit I was vaguely curious about his daughter, interested to see if the apple has fallen far from the tree.
A commotion at the door brings me to my feet as a whirl of long chestnut hair, pale limbs, and brown boots dives headfirst into my office. Repressing my natural annoyance at such clumsiness, I hurry over to the girl who has landed on her hands and knees on the floor. Clasping slim shoulders, I help her to her feet. Clear, embarrassed eyes meet mine and halt me in my tracks.
They are the most extraordinary color, powder blue, and guileless, and for one awful moment, I think she can see right through me and I'm left,,,exposed.
The thought is unnerving, so I dismiss it immediately. She has a small, sweet face that is blushing now, an innocent pale rose. I wonder briefly if all her skin is like that-flawless-and what it would look like pink and warmed from the bite of a cane. I stop my wayward thoughts, alarmed at their direction. What the hell are you thinking, Grey? This girl is much too young. She gapes at me, and I resist rolling my eyes.
Yeah, yeah, baby, it's just a face, and it's only skin deep. I need to dispel that admiring look from those eyes but let's have some fun in the process! I'm Christian Grey. Are you all right? Would you like to sit? In command once more, I study her. She's quite attractive-slight, pale, with a mane of dark hair barely contained by a hair tie. A brunette. Yeah, she's attractive.
I extend my hand as she stutters the beginning of a mortified apology and places her hand in mine. Her skin is cool and soft, but her handshake surprisingly firm. I hope you don't mind, Mr. Unable to keep the amusement from my voice as I recall her less-than-elegant entrance into my office, I ask who she is. She looks it: poorly dressed, her slight frame hidden beneath a shapeless sweater, an A-line brown skirt, and utilitarian boots. Does she have any sense of style at all?
She looks nervously around my office-everywhere but at me, I note, with amused irony. How can this young woman be a journalist?
She doesn't have an assertive bone in her body. She's flustered, meek,,,submissive. Bemused at my inappropriate thoughts, I shake my head and wonder if first impressions are reliable. Muttering some platitude, I ask her to sit, then notice her discerning gaze appraising my office paintings. Before I can stop myself, I find I'm explaining them. Raising the ordinary to extraordinary," she says dreamily, lost in the exquisite, fine artistry of Trouton's work. Her profile is delicate-an upturned nose, soft, full lips-and in her words she has captured my sentiments exactly.
Raising the ordinary to extraordinary. It's a keen observation. Miss Steele is bright. I agree and watch, fascinated, as that flush creeps slowly over her skin once more.