fifty shades freed christians perspective fanfiction

Nicholas Freed- a cold-hearted and brutal business successor- the majority shareholder and the CEO of the largest company called Freed GROUP OF COMPANIES —oozing with sex appeal and strong character. Proficient in seven languages, added with exceptional talents specializing in golf, equestrianism, diving, and good business strategists. He treated all women like trash. No one dared to challenge him until one day; he was bound to marry a stubborn heiress of a fallen empire. Jasmin Vee Asis, an heiress of the fallen empire, Asis LTD- a stubborn woman, possessed an enchanting beauty. Her world revolved around the runway as she was known as the most famous supermodel across the world. Despite living a lavish lifestyle, her family has no harmony, pushing her to become wild and rebellious. Her life drastically changed when her father sold her to Nicholas’s grandfather. She wakes up one day, becoming Nicholas’s wife.

He caught hold of her leg and yanked backwards. She hung on and flailed both legs, kicking him in the head, the face. He fought to hold her legs down. Sweat lathered her hands. They slipped from the post. He yanked again. She rolled over to face him and punched with both fists. Her right fist caught him in the eye. He growled in pain, then threw himself on top of her, pinning her arms and legs. She screamed.She strained to free herself, lunged up to bite him. He jerked backwards. They slid down one stair. She tried to scream again. He slapped a palm over her mouth, his breath hot on her face.She fought him until they had tumbled down every stair. By the time they reached the bottom, every ligament burned. She stared at him wide-eyed, gasping for breath between his bruising fingers.She trembled violently, longed to run again but knew it would do no good. He stood at a good seven inches taller and outweighed her by at least fifty pounds. She didn't stand a chance.All she could do now was placate him. Do what he wanted... no matter what it was!

Alyssa Micah is one of the remaining heirs left to take over Zimicah Clan, which had been founded fifty years before she was even expected to enter the world. She is at the age of sixteen and she already carried this heavy responsibility. However, before she is even crowned the new Chief. The night on her coronation she was faced with a heavy storm which threatened to destroy Zimicah. Sinking some of the houses and trees falling destroying those which were still standing. Not knowing what to do Alyssa is drawn into a hollow opening with her friend, Adanna. That simple falling is only the beginning of their journey, as they dug deep into the secrets of Zimicah, discovering shocking truths......

"Noooooooooooooo!" With a loud shrieking voice. "Stopppp! Not again, not even here". Sobbing, trying to get a grip of what had happened, again. Her body vibrates violently, with her hands shaking and moving like they have a mind of their own. Her glowing eye is so noticeable even with the dark shades on. Her body violently jerked, spilling the hot pasta and orange juice all over the dining table and her denim shirt, while she tried her best to keep calm and behave as if everything was fine. A secret only her mum used to know about has grown wings and flown out, in the cafeteria!. "Hell no, I have to do something." She whispered to herself. But sadly, there was nothing to be done. The damage had been done already. Anxiously, she picked her backpack and brought out her journal, and placed it on the messed-up dining table. She could hear some of the students calling her a freak, and as usual, all looking at her in disgust. Her heart sinks every time that happens, knowing she's going to be the talk of the school, and she hated that. She hated all of it, and self-flagellation was as tempting as the garden of Eden. She just wished she could just disappear from the surface of the earth. Then suddenly, The bell rang, lunchtime was over. "Finally," She muttered, with a deep sigh. Yes, she is a PSYCHIC, and she's 16. She is a psychic who has another being in her. She had five friends, each with a secret to keep. they had to team up to solve the mysterious Homicide going on in their peaceful town, and in the process, they learnt each other secrets and the town's history. Will they be able to solve the mystery?

When Pollen, an unsuccessful writer goes on a mistaken blind date with the hot and handsome billionaire —Raymond Beckham, a simple toast leads to a drunken state and the two get tangled in a one night stand. Two months later, Pollen shows up at Raymond's engagement party pregnant. Raymond is forced into a contract marriage that changes his perspective on love forever.

BOUND Gray can't deny his passion for me—all parts of me, Even the truth I try to bury—the flaws he knows I'm hiding. And trust me, he's imperfect too. But sometimes, we need more than love—more than we can give. FREED Choosing between the past and future is too painful. Too raw. Too final. I was bound to Gray, but he lost me, Let me slip through his fingers. That was then. This is now. I'm freed. REDEMPTION Desperate for the ultimate forgiveness, Melissa Jackson offers herself up in the most selfless way. But, by atoning for her past, she could lose her future as she tries to keep her secret from unraveling at the feet of Dan, the man she adores. The Bound Collection is created by Stephie Walls, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Izabella and her closest friend traveled to Greece for a summer job on the runway. Still, on the final day of the picture shoot, she was kidnapped by the lone heir to the advertising firm. She was involved in a car accident in her haste to get away while under the influence of drugs. It was terrible that the other vehicle's driver—the fiancée of the enigmatic global business mogul Aleksander Georgiou—passed away. He took her to jail to sue her when she awoke in the hospital. She can only be freed if she consents to marry him in name only in exchange for his betrothed, who perished in the collision. She had no choice when he blackmailed her into marrying him, using her secret that he discovered during the collision.

'The downfall of a queen is a fatal one' Munawarrah Osman Abdel-Jabar is a cold hearted Egyptian/ Nigerian woman born, and brought up in Nigeria, CEO of Aaima pharmaceuticals and Aaima construction company. She has done things to land her where she is and she isn't stopping. Her father had left her Nigerian mother, Aaima with pregnancy and ran away, she is among the top fifty most influential women in the world and considers herself incapable of love. Following series of events that leads to the shaky background of her company and threatens it's collapse. Munawarrah is forced to drop her pride and do things she hasn't done before but can even those help her so as to be able to hold onto it? MUNAWARRAH: Woman Of Vile isn't just a story about the strength of a woman, it depicts love, betrayal and sacrifice.

Family, Love, and Promise Rhian is facing a very difficult situation. It's hard to be in love with a billionaire like Andrew Santillan Jackson, especially with promises stemming from their intimacy. The prospect of having a child has given her a new perspective—a chance to fight for her little angel. Despite her love for Andrew, she knows their relationship is fraught with complications. The promise of marriage seems to be turning to dust, especially as the truth about her unfaithful boyfriend gradually comes to light. Rhian has chosen to fight for her child, no matter what challenges lie ahead. "I promise you, my child," she whispers to her belly. "I will never abandon you." In her heart, only love and determination will guide her toward a new beginning, even amidst fear and longing. As the trials come, she is ready to fight for her family and show that true love can prevail despite everything.

The music made the speakers tremble, the floor vibrated with the rumble of the sound and the jumps of the crazy people. Each one in their own world, dancing together, dancing separately. Enjoying music, company and alcohol. I danced alone, with a drink in hand. Gliding, moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, not paying much attention to anything or anyone around me. Just enjoying that moment of inner peace that I was needing and he was giving it to me. It was a respite, a window that I opened myself in my own cage to let in air and I knew that as soon as I left the club the window would close and I would lock myself back in my world without fresh air. Therefore, he enjoyed everything he could. Alone. With eyes closed. Sweating the bad energy that others left me and breathing the good vibes that I had to give myself. They were approaching me. I drove them away. They invited me. I rejected them. they spoke to me I silenced them. I just wanted to dance and they were going to have to respect that. It was amazing how loud music could be my oxygen tank. It silenced my thoughts, freed me from tensions. There was nothing more relaxing in my life than dancing with my eyes closed and the volume turned up to a thousand. I twirled, I jumped, I wiggled, I hummed, and I sang. The brightly colored lights flickered making it difficult to see, but it was what I liked the most, going blind for an instant, forgetting that I had the ability to see the world, a false, disastrous and difficult world.