We weren't always like this. We used to be average New York City high school sophomores. Until our homeroom went for flu shots. We were prepared for some side effects. Maybe a headache. Maybe a sore arm. We definitely didn't expect to get telepathic powers. But suddenly we could hear what everyone was thinking. Our friends. Our parents. Our crushes. Now we all know that Tess is in love with her best friend, Teddy. That Mackenzie cheated on Cooper. That, um, Nurse Carmichael used to be a stripper. Since we've kept our freakish skill a secret, we can sit next to the class brainiac and ace our tests. We can dump our boyfriends right before they dump us. We know what our friends really think of our jeans, our breath, our new bangs. We always know what's coming. Some of us will thrive. Some of us will crack. None of us will ever be the same. So stop obsessing about your ex. We're always listening. --- I'll be posting a SNEAK PEEK of the first four chapters of my new YA book, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, here on Wattpad! I hope you like it. It will be in stores on March 11th. You can pre-order it here: http://www.amazon.com/Dont-Think-About-Sarah-Mlynowski-ebook/dp/B00FIN0TZ0/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=8-1&qid=1392920610 "Smart and frequently hilarious."--Publishers Weekly, starred review "A perfect read." --Romantic Times

He cracks open a half-smile, grabs me by my hips and pulls me closer to him; almost instantly I melt in his strong arms as if I were perfect for his body, "I know you feel the sparks too sweetheart, so when you're done playing house with that boyfriend of yours, head over to my place and let me treat you the way you should be treated." Scarlet was hooked on this bad boy Marine Ryan, but what's going to happen with the baggage he brings? Especially when he unravels her every needs. ***EROTIC STORY, CONTAINS MATURE EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT***

"Why do you stay with me? If you want to leave, then leave." He growled lowly before burying his head in my neck; his teeth grazing the sensitive skin under my ear. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. I ran my hands through his soft hair, breathing in his intoxicating scent. "Because I'm addicted to you," I said shyly. ** The last thing Mia Evans expected was that her father would become ill and she would be left alone in her house in the middle of a dark forest. What she also didn't expect was that a surprise run-in with wolves in that forest would forever change her life and that one day, every decision she made would come back to haunt her. Highest Ranking: 25 in werewolf :) Copyright 2014 by @megggxo

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."