Follow my Instagram for any updates and if you have any questions: @nikki_k123 Alex has been living the same life, with the same routine, repeating it every day. Every day is the same. The one thing she does look forward to is going to cafe de l'amour every morning on her way to school, where she sits and writes, all while seeing Carter Reed. The most popular boy at school who, surprisingly, prefers the solitary life. They go to the same cafe every day, sit at the same tables every day, and notice each other every day, yet are strangers who have never uttered a word to one another. And strangers they shall remain. Perfect strangers. But that's about to change. . . . . . I watched as he kept his eyes trained on the notebook in front of him where he aimlessly drew spirals and coils that surrounded each other, trapped each other, and suffocated each other. My eyes traced the movement of his pen, following each line he drew onto the paper. "Your tea." I snapped out of my trance and looked up, thanking Katy before she went back to the counter. I turned back and caught him looking at me. I expected him to look away and continue acting like I don't exist. Like he's always done and so have I. What I didn't expect was for him to walk right over and sit with me. "Hi, I'm Carter." PSA: This story is inspired by the Wattpad novel 'Caffeine' by @meddlingkids ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

The people in black watched as the young boy grieved over the burial. Quiet sobbing once stopped as he could hear the faint rumble of an engine drive off into the distance. He brought his hands up to his face and wiped his fake-produced tears. He slowly laughed, a small chuckle becoming a hysterical one, then plastering a psychotic looking grin onto his face, his brunette hair bouncing and emerald eyes shining with mischief. " It must be pretty dark down there, huh? " " Obviously, genius. " After hearing that response, his face contorted with amusement. He let out a small snort. " Yeah, okay Cassy, hurry up. The train to the next city is leaving in 45 minutes- I packed your bag. Here's your card. " He carefully placed the card beside the flowers which was for the supposedly called, 'funeral', as he hauled himself up and dusted off his pants. He walked to his bike which was neatly perched up on its stands. " I hope this goes well. " This story is about two child-hood friends, wanting to escape the past that haunts them, and build a new one- far away- framing an innocent man as a convicted murderer to do so. Cassandra Adler and Killian Moore were known as the inseparable, psychotic and trouble-making childhood friends. Will they be able to make it in one piece to a new, better life? . . . . ---- Or will some things go terribly wrong causing their whole plan to destroy their hopes and dreams? Read more to find out if the two best friends defeat dangerous quests, gain new allies, and face the wrath of their new-found archenemies. ----

This tale follows (Y/N) (L/N), an 18 year old high schooler. To call his life up until now 'subpar' would be an understatement to say the least. In his earlier years, his younger sister was kidnapped and murdered, his mother died from exhaustion and his father skipped town. Now he lives alone, only getting by via a government allowance until he leaves education. Unfortunately for him though, being alone meant that he was also an easy target for pretty much anyone to pick on. However, one fateful day led to a wonderfully bizarre chain of events that no one ever saw coming... Fun fact: I'm from Britain. Due to this tragedy, my spelling or wording may be..... British? Regardless, I'll do my best so that it's understandable to everyone. I WOULD LIKE TO CLARIFY THAT I OWN NONE OF THE IMAGES NOR THE CHARACTERS (other than a certain plot-relevant fella). ALL ART AND CREEPYPASTA BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS AND YOU OWN YOURSELF.

Max, a young man with nothing to fear, and a group of his friends go hiking one Autumn evening, something that they would never come back from. As Max and his friends were walking, a tall, wolf-like creature came out of nowhere and attacked the group of friends, leaving them torn to shreds..all but Max. The creature saw something in Max...but what...? @LaineyBuxX3 helped with the creation of this story! <333

𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀! DISCLAIMER: Tokyo Revengers belongs to Ken Wakui

in which he still can't forget about her.

[COMPLETED] 'til death do us apart. ∘◦ ☆ ◦∘ ✎ Y/n l/n, having been deaf since birth has been bedridden for a couple of years now due to a chronic illness . Although doctors and nurses persistently tell her not to give up hope, she herself knows that she doesn't have long left to live. ➛ A short, angsty Mikey x deaf! reader ➛ Doesn't fully follow the plot of the anime ➛Spoilers for the Tokyo revengers anime ➛ No spoilers for the Tokyo revengers manga ➛ I don't own any of these characters ➛Sorry in advance if i make any mistakes regarding the fact that Y/n can't hear ∘◦ ☆ ◦∘ This story is inspired by two animes called Your lie in April and A silent voice. DONT COMMENT YOUR AGE IN MY BOOKS PLEASE AND THANKS Like many writers on this app, I do not tolerate hateful comments. If you don't like this book, don't read.