When aspiring writer Marcie is hired as the personal assistant to her all-time favorite author, Rosalind Lindbergh, she expects to be learning the ins and outs of the industry - not fending off red-hot feelings that aren't exactly "workplace appropriate." Season 1 of Romancing The Writer *** Willing to do anything to prove she has it together, unemployed writer/perpetual screw-up Marcella Harper somehow manages to land her second-place dream job: personal assistant to her personal hero, best-selling author Rosalind Lindbergh. Brutally dumped less than 24 hours after her first day, Marcie discovers that there may be no better distraction than her new job ... and new boss. After all, Marcie has had a crush on über-famous, ultra-hot Roz since high school. And - although she promised Marcie their relationship was strictly professional - Roz might just be returning her awkward, bumbling advances. When lines begin to blur and career prospects end up on the line, Marcie is sure of one thing: either she gives up on her dreams, or her dream woman. "You know, they have tutorials online for this kind of thing," I tell her. "You know, I hired a personal assistant for this kind of thing," she retorts. And then, we both stand there, awkwardly close. We watch the coffee sputter, then begin to pour. Neither of us utters a word. And, when it's done pouring, neither of us reach for it. "Are you ... not gonna take your coffee?" I finally ask. It's quiet. Tentative. "Oh. Right."

When i update this shit ass book im bored

A careless mistake. A loved one lost. A second chance. But will it ever truly be the same? ~ ~ IMPORTANT! THIS FIC DOES NOT RELATE TO ANY OF MY OTHER FICS IN ANY WAY! ~ For those who read my other fics: Yeah... I have no self-control and too wild of an imagination. So here you go, yet another wriollette fic even though I still have two unfinished ones. I swear I wanted to keep this till after I finished the mafia au, but I can't help myself. Please bear with me while I just between two fics and stress about my exams. ~ I still can't write decent descriptions btw so you'll have to deal with this cryptic one.

Princess annalise is 19 years old and living the life of a sheltered royal child 2nd in line to be heiress. Before she knows it, she is taken and brought into an enlightened world of darkness. She finds out about her families wrong doings. She realizes that the mysterious person who took her may not be a bad person; just a god awful scary one •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "If you want it so bad then beg for it princess." "but adrienne-" "i thought i was clear when i said beg" she says with her mouth next to my ear through gritted teeth. I can feel her hot breath and I'm pretty sure i can hear my own heart racing. She returns her hand to under my dress and traces up my thighs. It takes my breath away. "oh god adrienne i need you. please just use me, touch me, give me what i need" "that wasn't so hard, was it princess?" she says it with a smile before dipping two fingers into my dripping core that makes me arch my back when she curls them MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT 18++++ Porn with a plot <3 TOP RANKING TAGS #1 in GAY

|18+| ❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dark mysterious eyes. Fierce blazing eyes. Two enemies under one roof under the binds of an arranged marriage. While trying their best to ignore themselves and feelings just for the sake of their various companies, they couldn't help the sexual tension between them. There's a thin line between love and hate they say. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Sit on my face," I say firmly, laying down on the bed while she stares down at me like I had two heads. "But...how would you breathe?" Isabella asks, looking at my face and I chuckle. "That's my problem to deal with àmore," I urge her, seeing the lust on her face. "Just sit on my face, please."

❝Goddammit! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice! and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!❞ ❝You think I'm attractive?❞ ❝Fuck no!❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dangerous, wild and rebellious. Calm, cool and collected. Darya just wants one thing; to get through her senior year of high school with little or no awkward interaction as possible. Especially not with a secret like hers. Ethan just wants one thing; get through his senior year of high school with little or no awkward interaction as possible. Both of their only wish proves hard to do when they both become each other's earned arch-enemy hell-bent on making each other's lives a living hell. But when they become academic rivals and forced to be paired for a school project, they both realize they want each other as much as they hate each other. (There's a thin line between love and hate they say) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Who did this to you?" "Ethan, I-" "I know every single inch of your body and I know that scar wasn't there before so tell me who did this to you."

| 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 | 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀 | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀 | [𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓] ━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━ "Baby, I want you to fuck me," I moan in his ear, leaving more weight on his cock that wants to come out of his pants to connect with my dripping wet pussy. I roll my hips in his lap and back and forth again, getting guttural moans from him. "I know," he whispers, kissing my neck and biting my earlobe, smiling on my heated skin. "You deserve to wait for every harsh word you told me today, you beautiful little slut. This orchid you have between your legs will feel every word you uttered on that big, beautiful mouth of yours." As soon as he spits every playful word full of lust, he pushes my hips more into his lap, forcing a whimper of pleasure to come out of my slightly swollen lips. "I'll tease you as much as you teased me for two days until you let me fuck your tight pussy." ━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━ Moving from Varna to Toronto, far away from her romanian-bulgarian family, Sasha Dimitrova is finally starting her long-awaited independent life by living with her best internet friend, Aria Wyde, a twenty-three years old red headed free soul who loves freedom taste more than her own life. A single moment took Sasha to agree with Aria's offer of going for a walk to watch the race between the king of racing and a talented newcomer. But something strikes Sasha's first meeting with the king of racing before that day ㅡ his playboy attitude. __________________________ 𝟑𝟏.𝟏𝟏.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏©𝐀𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: 𝐎𝐍-𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

The annual wattpad prom!

'𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.' |18+| ❝Look at you so open and sexy bent over in nothing but your heels.❞ He compliments, caressing my ass. ❝...oh god...❞ I plead with my eyes looking at him through the mirror, legs trembling and pussy throbbing. ❝Yes Belle, ask for forgiveness because we're doing this all night.❞ And he enters me. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Annabelle Alvarez tries her best to hide her low self esteem under her bubbly and perfectionist personality. Having one rule in life which is to stay out of trouble and avoid any unnecessary attention, she seems to re-consider it when she comes crashing down on the shoe of Grey Blackwell. ... Grey Blackwell is the CEO of the Blackwell industries and one of the richest bachelors in the country. He doesn't exhibit any weaknesses or fear, displays no emotion and definitely doesn't express love because well, he has no intention of doing so but Belle made him aware of how bright life is. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Known as the girl who got pregnant for a stranger as a teenager, she grew up to be a fierce and independent woman. But behind her outer appearance, hides a betrayed and lonely girl. Grey Blackwell just storms his way into her life, crashing all the walls it took years to build up. He's someone who never found love and she's someone who gave up on love. They might feel like strangers but when skeletons start to creep out, they both realize their relationship goes way back. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❝What do you want?❞ I ask taking a step back. ❝You.❞ His lips comes crashing down on mine as he cages me to the wall. ❝I'm going to fuck the hatred out of you Belle.❞ ❝Then try me, Grey.❞ ━━━━━━