"You just make me lose my date just to babysit your house?" I asked my cousin Trance. I almost punch his handsome face if it's not just on that--i can't even tell what it was-that crossed us. "What's that?" I asked my cousin. He looked at the direction that i pointed out and he smiled widely. "It's Samara! She's the kindest neighbor." He beamed and called her.. "Are you crazy? You just told me that--that something is a person-- and 'it' is a she, and now you're saying she's the kindest?" "Wait 'til you see her." "No, i don't need to. Because I'm going now.Just leave it to your craz---" "Who's crazy?" I heard a voice asked. "You!" I spat. But yea, i should have not said anything yet. Because I never thought I would be facing an angel in a red sweatshirt, yellow pants, rainbow knee-length socks, blue sneakers, and wearing a bunny head band--worst, running around the village in the middle of 12 midnight. I guess I have to check my head together with this Strange Stranger.

~ COMPLETED ~ Elite series (2) This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2016

SERIES 2 ProfxStud relationship

If I will describe her, she is the perfect personification of sinful and forbidden beauty that I am willing to break the prohibition and worship her.

Isabella Gray can't wait to get her senior year over with. She's a quiet girl who likes to keep to herself. She keeps her circle small but loves her two bestfriends with her whole heart. All her teachers love her and she has amazing grades. Diana Williams begins her first year teaching English in a new school. She maintains a strong image and is feared by most. She never lets anyone in because she is afraid of being seen as weak. Diana and Isabella cross paths but will they be able to stick to keeping things solely professional? warning// content includes: -mentions of SA -drug and alcohol usage -smut

(Editing) An unwary human found herself beneath a woman who controlled an army of revenants and possessing an iron grip on every nefarious trade known to mankind. Despite being aware of the gifts her majesty's comprised of, the girl's familiarity with the queen unearthed her willingness in being subject to hedonistic advances and much more intricate things.

Girl's Love Series 2. "Fine, Kelhani." seryoso siyang humakbang palapit sakin, her lips rose that made shiver, "I don't know why you pushed me away before, if that's you really want me to change... You want the chase, huh? Fine, suits yourself. Because I'll chase you endlessly until you won't limit this love of mine for you..."

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

"My life took a different course when I pretended to be my dead twin, I encountered many lies and truths. But as they say, in the end... the truth will still prevail."

They couldn't be more different-or more volatile together. One is driven by fierce loyalty, a protective fire that burns for those she loves; the other, a cool and calculating presence, is as mysterious as the secrets she keeps. Sparks fly every time they meet, but not in the way anyone would call "romantic." From the beginning, distrust hangs between them like a storm cloud. Logan blames her for putting her best friend in danger, for being reckless, cold, and too close to dangerous people. She hates everything Persis stands for: the secrets, the icy detachment, the subtle but undeniable magnetism that unsettles her every time they clash. Persis feels the heat too, though she'd never admit it. She's always been able to control her emotions, raised to be tough in a world where softness can be fatal. But with Logan, her restraint is slipping. Logan's hot temper, her passionate spirit, stirs something foreign inside her. As tension crackles between them, the lines between hate and desire begin to blur. Each confrontation brings them closer, unraveling their defenses as they face off against both Persis' dark past and their growing attraction. In a world where love could be their undoing, they have to decide if they're willing to risk it all or if they'll continue to dance around the spark that just won't die. As the heat between them rises, neither is willing to admit to the pull that keeps drawing them back into each other's orbit. It's an attraction they don't want and a connection they can't ignore, one that challenges their assumptions, chips away at their walls, and leaves them each wondering: is there more to hate than they ever imagined?