❝𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ ❦ "What are you doing in my fridge?" I immediately grabbed my knife strapped to my thigh and pointed it at the person behind me's throat. "Seriously?" I whispered. He wasn't even fazed by the fact that I could've easily slit his throat. He just stood there...
In the enchanting town of Jabalpur, Aman Sharma, and Avni Sharma shared a teenage love story, their hearts entwined like vines in a garden of dreams. However, misunderstandings forced them apart, scattering the petals of their romance. Fate, however, had other plans. Years later, Aman, now a successful database creat...
"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meanin...
"Touch yourself" His voice was a groan, full of command and lust, urging me to do just what he asked for. "W-what?" I repeated struck by his words. "I said...Touch yourself, Madison." Madison's life has gone downhill the past month. From being fired, to breaking up with her boyfriend, to her father's death. She needs...
❝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...
George doesn't have feelings for Dream. They're literally just friends... right? Warning: Includes... ahem, smut. P.S. This is meant to be a book for me to practice writing smut, will obviously include plots n shit. Also, Dream and George have said themselves that they're okay with shippers, HOWEVER, if at any moment...