CHAPTER SEVEN:
I return to my apartment, and turn off the police radio, which is only reporting the incident I was involved with earlier that night. I suddenly feel tired once again, and this shocks me. As I lay back on the couch, I continue thinking of Pike, and my first night of being a vampire.
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I hesitate, and then follow Perry outside. Only moments ago, I found myself full of anger, yet at the same time, worry, although not for my own sake, but for my father’s, who is still asleep in the other room. For some odd reason, I am in pain, not from my wound, which has disappeared over the course of my coma, but from my stomach. I realize this is no time to think about food, and follow Perry into the woods. The sky is dark, but daylight is close. I know this because the horizon has a few rays of light reflecting over it. I struggle to keep up with Perry as he leads me to a cave far from the town I live in. Perry sits down on a rock and waits for me to catch up. Once I do, he eyes me as if he’s examining me. “It hurts doesn’t it?” He asks, nodding his head. “It always does.” I feel immense anger towards him. “You… What did you...

I have just read a paragraph from what could possibly be, the worst book that I have seen in a long time. Fifty shades of Grey does not even have a good story line. The man Mr Grey is a complete pervert that is obsessed with SM. He meets this woman, warns her that he is a creep, and the woman stays!
WHAT THE HELL!
The novel apart from this is filled with parts where Mr Grey has sex with this woman practically everywhere in his house. Yet many woman seem to love this complete piece o rubbish.
And that is not even the worst part. The novel is full of the worst grammatical errors I have ever seen. It´s like a perverted 11 year old child wrote this (and yes children are awful today too).
I mean this stuff makes Mills and Boon look clean and normal.
What is the world coming to honestly, people around my mother´s age are bragging about this book saying how much they love it. This is just as bad as pornography. Which is exactly what Fifty shades of Grey is, it is porn for women.

CHAPTER SIX:
ASHLEY’S POV:
2:10 AM
OCTOBER 28:
It is only a little over a half hour later when I see a car pull into the parking lot. I note the driver pull out a flashlight and climb out. He has long dark hair, is skinny and wearing glasses. It is Harold. I motion him over to me. He walks over and hands me a pair of jeans and a sweater. “It’s all I could get in a hurry.” He said. We walk over to a restroom, and I ask him to wait outside while I change. By now he notes I am covered in blood, but I promise to answer everything when I return. After about five minutes, I return and find him waiting for me. “Why were you covered in blood?” he asks. I decide to answer, as truthfully as I can. “I got jumped. These guys pulled a knife on me. I ended up stabbing one of them.” I say. I examine his expression, and it is clear he doesn’t believe me, but the next thing he says makes me consider something. “Whatever you did was in self defense right? And don’t lie. I don’t know why, but I can tell when you are lying.” It is clear he is also aware of the connection I feel with him. I can’t explain it myself. I care for him, not in a...