unknown:hey baby girl. last night was amazing. Sophia: you have the wrong number, so bye. unknown: wait this isn't amber? Sophia: this is sophia. now bye highest ranking: 52 in fanfiction cover by @marwrites4you

He's been trying to get her. All she wants is to lose herself in the moment. When luck intercedes, it leads to an idea that benefits both of them. They both swear on no feelings, just the sexual pleasure. But like every other love story out there, it's not too long before someone's feelings get attached.

He leaned in close to me. "W-w-what are you doing." "I own you sweetheart," he whispered in my ear. "I possess your mind, body, and spirit." WARNING: Short chapters & not edited. Cover by: netflixandme

TURBULENCE (n:) The quality or state of violent disorder or commotion. Chaotic or unstable motion in the atmosphere. Anything and everything that characterizes us. ----------------------------- He and I met under a cloud of clichés : Boy meets girl. Boy charms girl. Boy screws girl. Our story was supposed to end right after the orgasms, right after we went our separate ways. But then we saw each other again... And neither of us could walk away. Our rules were simple. Our passion was scandalous. Our hearts were supposed to be safe... But when you find something so all-consuming-something so intoxicating and inescapable, you'll risk everything you've ever had, even if you're destined to crash and burn. This is us. This is our messed up love. This is turbulence. ----------------------------- NOT MY STORY credit : whitney g.

It's 2am and I'm lurking on the deep web for a male prostitute to mock-rape me. This isn't that kind of debt. There is no refuge, you can't file for bankruptcy. This kind of debt follows you to your grave. --------------------------------------- Copyright © 2016 | N.G. Jones All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means,without the prior written permission of the publisher. Cover credit // secutegrxnde

In which a successful CEO of a magazine and his intern fall in love. "Two hearts on the floor. One mine both yours" © last-kiss

Maybe she's not meant for me. I think I messed her up pretty bad, because she can't look at me without crying. She hates me, but it feels like love. My mind is jacked up if I think she loves me. We can try to repair ourselves, but it won't work until she trusts me. It won't work out. She's made to be a stripper. I'm made to be alone. But I hate being alone. I want someone by my side. I want Valerie.

Anastasia Wilson: Hot, young, single woman taking care of her 17-year-old sister Justin Bieber: Hot CEO of a billion-dollar company with an exciting private life. One night is going to change both of their lives forever but the question is will their relationship survive it? *FYI I WROTE THIS STORY BACK IN 2014-2015 AND DECIDED TO REWRITE IT, S0 IF YOU READ IT THE FIRST TIME YOU MIGHT WANT TO READ IT AGAIN BECAUSE THERE ARE A LOT OF CHANGES.* Copyright © 2018, Beautifully_Flawed10

(WARNING: This story has A LOT of sexual content. I mean it. This story is ALL about sex, so I wouldn't recommend this if sexual content makes you uncomfortable) What do you do when you've hit rock bottom? When you're going nowhere? Don't ask me, because I have no clue. I've already hit rock bottom. I spend my nights working as a useless stripper, and I spend my mornings with different guys in different beds. Nobody knows the real reason why I do this to my life. However, there's this guy. He's known for playing girls and being a millionaire. He's also a Calvin Klein model. His name is Justin Bieber. He knows what I want, but what if I change my mind? What if life is more than money and sex?