COMPLETED// Clarence Wilson is a 19 year old girl, who has just graduated high school and is now onto college, which is basically the real world. She thinks she'll go through college without no twisty situations, but that all changes when she meets a guy, in a bar, who surprisingly turns out to be her English professor.

Anastasia, 21, is a closed-off, fully trained submissive with a bleak life and dark past. Billionaire Christian, 25, was initially looking for a robot, but quickly wants more. Infatuated, he pushes Ana to let him in but she fights him every step of the way. Mature themes of depression and self-harm for Ana; no cheating and HEA.

Ana and Christian have a lot to learn about family life, see how their love grows and stumbles.

The family's story only gets deeper from here. 2nd book to 50 Shades of Family. I would highly recommend the first one before reading this one. 1st Chapter published February 14, 2016 - 8:36

Ana and Christian meet in college, he whisks her away to Seattle and she stands by his side as he builds up the business. Now married, rich and deeply in love, they must navigate busy careers and Christian has to reassess his priorities to achieve a work-life balance. Sexy lemons, HEA, no cheating and lots of drama! *Please note: This story originally appeared on Fanfiction.net. Welcome to all my followers from that site! I'll be slowly uploading each chapter again to fix errors. Thanks for your patience :)

The birth of Theodore Raymond Grey through the eyes of Christian. Lots of drama, hi jinx and heartfelt humor.

A Vanity Fair writer does what it takes to get the biggest scoop! Written for Cosmopolitan.com's 50 Shades of Grey contest! ~My heart slowed down when we got to his high-rise. I didn't ask questions. I didn't wonder why we were here and not my apartment. Maybe because they'd be stupid questions. Maybe the answer was obvious but my eyes were too muddled to see. But I didn't care. I welcomed the vast black, marble floor of his apartment; I welcomed the hearth where a picture frame of his family sat upon the mantle; I welcomed the plush, dark sofa that accepted my frail, shaking body as I sank into it. I welcomed the floor to ceiling uninterrupted window view, where on a cold, dark, night like this one, the universe graced me with a blanket of twinkling stars and a moon so pure, so rich, so beaming with tranquil light, the soft rays ebbed with a certain serenity only dreams could conjure. "Here," Christian said and handed me an icy can of carbonated lemonade. "I don't want it," I said, monotone. He pushed my hand away. "It'll take the edge off. Just drink." I gave in. I didn't want to fight any more tonight. I took one sip, then two, then three. On the third, I brought the fluffy, grey blanket over my head when I burst out crying. I sniffed, trying to contain myself. Christian pulled the blanket back, but I covered my face with the open palms of my hand. He chuckled lowly. "Don't hide." "I'm sorry," I wailed, tears rushed out like a waterfall. "I'm trying to stop." "Don't. Let it out." "Ugh," I scoffed. "Don't look at me." I turned my head to avoid his gaze. "Why?" "I must look like a rodent, right now." He cackled bubbly. "You look beautiful." He placed a finger underneath my chin and turned my face to face him. "Look at that-" he pushed away strands of hair that stuck to my cheek with my tears as adhesive. His fingers delicately stroking my jawline, the sensation so calming I closed my eyes- "Beautiful."~ Enter if you dare...