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"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.

Syd'nee Diallo is a beautiful-exotic eighteen year old maid working under the care of the infamous African King A'yo. After being despoiled, used and abused Syd'nee has reached her breaking point; not knowing where to go as she's trapped in the castle after selling herself to the king. Just when she thinks there is no hope for her - the gorgeous, Caucasian Prince Cleo of the United Kingdom, comes to Africa for a business inquiry sweeps her off her feet. After having no choice, he catches King A'yo in the act of having his almighty way with her. Tension rise and love is all that Syn'dee has left!

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

"I was scared... but wouldn't you be? If a serial killer was utterly obsessed with you?" Highest rank: #2 in Thriller

"I need you, Ally. You're all I want. Every time I see you my heart beats faster, and I can't control myself." He looked me in the eyes with so much lust. He tightened his hold on my wrist. "P-please Mr. Morrison Let me go you're hurting me!" I just wanted to run, to run and hide so no one could find me. Especially him. "If I can't have you, then no one can." His eyes darkened as he walked out of the girls restroom. I slid down the stall door hugging myself, probably thinking I could protect myself from him. What have I gotten myself in to? What would you do if you had a new Math teacher your senior year, who was really attractive? What would you do if he seemed to have liked you and you thought you felt the same? But you also knew how much trouble you could get in for even touching him in a way that a normal student wouldn't. Most importantly, what would you do if you got involved with a teacher who suddenly had this strange obsession with you, and he'd do anything to have you? That's what happened to Ally. And she's scared.

{C O M P L E T E D} "I like the curly haired one. Harry." Presley Davis had no idea that sentence would change her life. She had gotten famous over a YouTube video she did as a dare. Now shes making many videos and has a lot of fans. But what she doesn't know is that shes got her own stalker. Harry Styles. What will happen when these two cross paths? {Undergoing major editing}

"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

(English - Unedited - In Revision) John Zane is a self made multi-millionaire. An arrogant, self-centered, playboy who believes that he can have anything, and treat anyone, every which way but right. Until he meets Linda Blake. As his new assistant, Linda is unlike any other and he finds it interesting that she refuses to take his shit and is beautiful.She isn't his typical 'female', the bottle blond model who puts out the first night and has curves in all the right places with an ass that makes the front of his pants tighten. Only, one night of passion leads to John want more, much more.

Meaghan and Stiles? You'd think their friendship was over after what she's done. But maybe it isn't over just yet...