Arsia (Ar- See- yah) and Luca (Lu-kah) - Arsia was in a two-piece lingerie. "Mi Amore you are drooling." she giggled and approached me. "Yes baby, because I am starving and you look like a five-course meal waiting to be ravished by me!" I groaned and grabbed her waist pulling her close to me. "Now look who is being naughty Luca," She said while blushing. "Mi Amore you live here with me now, naughty is going to be an understatement to what I am about to become!" I said with a smirk and grabbed her almost bare ass with both of my hands. Her face flustered in a flash and then she bit her lip. Which promptly made me crash my lips onto hers, she was quick to respond to my kiss as she opened her mouth and let my tongue in. I deepened our kiss as she tipped on her toes and put her fingers into my hair. Spontaneously, I picked her up so that she was no longer standing but now straddling my waist. She moaned the moment her Pússy felt my hard Cöck, which made me groan with pleasure. I walked over and placed her on the bathroom counter, I kissed her some more then I paused a bit to let her breathe. "I missed you Daddy," She said breathlessly. "I missed you more Mi Amore, but if you keep calling me 'Daddy' I'm going to fuck you very hard one of these days," I smirked at her. "I can't wait!" she blushed and bit her lip while drawing circles on my chest. "I love when you get naughty Angel, but I want you to beg for it. And only then, would I give it to you however you want it." I winked at her. Her face turned red and I shamelessly ogled her body trying to muster all the self-control I could get. Mio Dio! LOTS OF LANA DEL REY AND THE GREAT GATSBY REFS ⚠SEXUAL CONTENT} Do not read if you are under 18+ and Do not read if cannot handle it! PLEASE READ THE FIRST PART LABELLED SUMMARY!!! Most impressive Rankings so far😻 #1 in Non-Fiction #1 in Young Adult #1 in Romance #1 Humour #2 The Wattys #2 Billionaire #2 Mature Content #2 Badgirl #2 Fashion

He was completely and utterly oblivious to everything that he had caused and she absolutely hated him for that. [UNEDITED] [DUAL POV] TW: eating disorder recovery

~"You don't know me." I snap. "Sure, I don't. We've only spent more than half of our lives together. But I don't know you. Like at all, I don't." He says sarcastically, making me stand up from my chair and stand in front of him with crossed arms. He keeps seated on my bed, looking just as angry as myself. I study his face for a really short second and internally groan. Puberty did really hit him good. ~ · Why would Hades think that after two years of not seeing Emma and not answering her calls, she would still be the same? How could he expect her to still be that weak little girl that depended on him? No, Emma has changed into somebody he has yet to discover. Two years ago, these two had their biggest fight. Best friends should get over it and move on, right? But what if there was no way they could talk it out, due to an unpleasant misunderstanding? Two years of not hearing shit from each other. Two years of being separated...and that after a bad argument. Both too stubborn to talk about it. But wouldn't it be so easy to finally sit down and talk? Even after what they did at Julie's first party of the new school year? I mean, they could still act like it didn't happen, since they have both been drunk. Yet they remember and decide it would be best to just avoid each other. Well, they seem to do a really bad job.

A story about a girl who loves too hard and a boy who doesn't love at all... "Lets talk about last night." He smirks. "No." I shake my head. "What? Why not? It was hot." "Why did you even sleep with me?" I ask. "I don't know. I was bored I guess." He shrugs. "Screw you." I get up and go back into the house. I walk into my room. Kai trails in behind me. He closes the door and gives me a weird look. I start to throw his clothes at him as I fight the tears in my eyes. "Am I missing something?" He raises his voice. "Leave. I don't want you here." I pick up his t-shirt. "You wanna tell me why?" "I'm tired of you using me. I'm not an object, Kai. You can't just use me for sex asshole." I chuck his hoodie at him. "Okay, okay. Stop with the clothes." He says. "I want you gone!" I yell causing his suitcase to fly across the room. He quickly ducks before it hits him. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry." I quickly rush over to him. "I didn't know that was going to happen. Are you alright?" "Nat, I'm fine." He stands up. "Good. Now leave." I cross my arms. "No, you told me our sex didn't mean anything to you, so why are you mad at me?" "I lied." I say. "It means a lot to me, especially when it's with you." I stare into his eyes. "I don't know what you want me to do." He looks away. "I want you to tell me it meant something to you. Tell me you didn't have sex with me just because you were bored." I grab his hands. "If I told you it meant something, then I'd be lying. It didn't mean anything to me." He locks eyes with me.

USER SERIES 1 Micah Rex: He's handsome, dangerous, reckless. An addict. When he walks into a room, people notice. People are scared of him, people don't look him in the eye. AJ Ferro: She's cute, nice respectful. A helper. When she walks in a room, people usually get flowers. People love her, people want to be her friend. Despite her cheery nature and soft words AJ has never had it easy when it came to addiction -or depression. Without his addiction, sadness and anger Micah doesn't know who he is -and he hates not knowing things. And, of all places, they meet at a rehab center. He looked at her and saw a peppy girl with no future. She looked at him and saw a troubled boy with a bad past. Micah wants to die, AJ wants him to live. It's only a matter of time before one of them breaks through or breaks the other. - I was 12 the first time I took a hit off a joint at a party, smoked a blunt by myself and bought a bong. I was 13 when I started drinking alcohol for fun. 14 the first time I took ecstasy at a college party I snuck into, the same age I lost my virginity. This was the first time I went to a mental institution because it's also the year I first tried to kill myself. 15 the first time I smoked meth, took a bump of cocaine, shot myself up with heroine. This was the first time I got sent to rehab, it didn't work and I came out worse. I was 16 when I tried to commit three times in the same year, the last time I got my heart to stop for 30 seconds. That year was also the first time I snorted Hydrocodone, getting me started in opiates, I experimented with Xanax and liked it. And I was a month from 17 when I got sober. - "Fuck you." I snap. "You already have." Micah bites out. "And I'm pretty fucking sure you liked it too, if your orgasms were anything to go by." - "I want-" Micah stopped, running his fingers through his hair. "Never mind what I want. What do you want?" His voice is quieter now, more gentle. "You."

Nolan, an unapproachable guy who ignores the existence of all his schoolmates, sleeps in all of his classes. Normally, this wouldn't be Chelsea Arnold's problem-she does her best to pay attention in class and attends gym like a good, normal student. Unfortunately, she just so happens to be his assigned desk partner in many classes. She's frequently forced to wake him in English class and ends up earning the unofficial title of Nolan's Wake-up Alarm-a title that nobody in the entire school covets. The last thing she wants is to interact with him more than she absolutely has to. One day, their gym teacher sends her to bring him back to class, which he always skips for some reason. When she accidentally shines her flashlight in his sleeping face, it triggers a chain of events that gradually intertwines their lives together. It's hard to be a normal student when you start befriending the school oddball. It doesn't help that he has more secrets than the Big Ben has stairs. ----- Complete. (first person, past tense, slowburn) ----- 1st place in Humor Category of Psychological Novel Reads Contest 2020 (29 Sep 2020) ----- Started: April 28, 2020 Completed: July 23, 2021 Word Count: 160K+ ----- The sequel, The Tortoise and His Sunrise, is up on my profile now!

[Highest Rank #1 Kai 12/07/19] [Highest Rank #245 Fanfiction 23/11/16] [Highest Rank #6 Sarcasm 23/02/19] I scoffed, kicking his shin and he kicked me back harder. I hissed in pain, holding my shin. "Can you even die here?" I asked. He shook his head and I huffed. "Great." Kai winked, continuing to lick jam off his fingers. "Guess you're stuck with me, Ri." I fake smiled. "Oh the joys." And that ladies and gentleman was the day I met the one and only Kai Parker.

SEQUEL OF STUCK WITH HIM: KAI PARKER ++++ I smiled and reached over, cupping his cheek softly with my hand. I trailed my thumb down his cheek, admiring his features. Kai was always so peaceful when he slept. My smile grew and I ran my hand through his dark locks. And it was that moment I realised that I was actually in love with the one and only, Kai Parker.

"If you knock on the devil's door, he'll slam your head through the wall, darling." ........ He was every girl's day dream. He was also every child's worst nightmare. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Arian Ice, a King during the day and a serial killer at night. He was surrounded by women most of the time. If you looked closer, you'd see the smoke of death around him. A vampire king has to live upto his title, after all. Alaska Ivanov, the clichéd small town girl. Pretty, shy and quirky. She was her father's pride due to her innocence. It all changed when she witnessed the devil in action. She then understood the saying, "the real devils are the ones that come disguised as everything you've ever wanted." All children are narrated stories of how brave men fall in love. This is the devil's love story. • • • • • • • • • • • • • Published: 8th April, 2017. Completed: 29th August, 2019. Highest rank: #4 in Vampire #78 in Werewolf #1 in Blood #1 in Dark #2 in Challenge

He brushed his lips against my jaw, his dark hair falling over his brow. "Open your eyes," he commanded. "Look at me." I followed his orders and looked into the raven-black depths before me. I saw my entranced gaze reflected in his glaring one. "Tell me what you see." I kept on looking at him, searching for something, anything, that remained of the person he used to be. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. But his eyes were so dark, so empty . . . "Nothing. I see nothing," I whispered. He smirked, his gaze still on me. He pulled away, leaving me feeling cold. "Exactly. You see nothing - that's because there's nothing there." ** How much can a person change in just three years? Short and full of fiery spirit, Hanna Jordan is a gifted college student who is enrolled in one of the most prestigious culinary programs in the country. She's just returned from three years of study in France and is anxious to reconnect with her longtime friend, Rian Aronhalt. However, when she does finally see him, she's startled to find that he's become an entirely different person. Cold, ill-tempered, and exceptionally attractive, Rian is absolutely nothing like his old self. Worst of all, he claims he doesn't even remember her. Despite their differences, both are haunted by dark memories of the past, which form a poisonous bond between Hanna and Rian that neither can escape from. Can they both heal from the scars time left behind, and find love in the process?