[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

Cherry blossom lipstick: check Smokey eyes: check Skinny jeans: check Dead kid in the mirror: check For sixteen year old Mattie Hathaway, this is her normal everyday routine. She's been able to see ghosts since her mother tried to murder her when she was five years old. No way does she want anyone to know she can talk to spooks. Being a foster kid is hard enough without being labeled a freak too. Normally, she just ignores the ghosts and they go away. There's a little glitch this time. The ghost she sees is her foster sister, Sally. Everyone thinks she's just another runaway. Mattie knows the truth, though-she's dead, murdered. Foster kids look out for each other and Mattie feels like she has to help Sally, but she can't do it alone. Against her better judgment, she teams up with a young police officer and together they set out to discover the truth of Sally's disappearance. Now the killer has set his sights on her. It becomes a race to see if she can find the truth before the serial killer finds her.

Skylar Danielle Warren was a lonely 12 year old girl, she was abused by her mom and brought up as a mistake. She had no friends, she was alone. She took care of herself very easily. But when befriends a girl that lives in her closet, Julianne Taylor, her birth may not be the only mistake in her life. As the two girls grow Skylar finds out things about Julianne that is beyond imagination. What would you do if your best friend was only visible is YOUR eyes? ~ The pictures in this book are not by me so I give credit to whoever created them. WARNING: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING! CONTAINS SUICIDE, SELF HARM, DEPRESSION, ABUSE, USE OF ALCOHAL AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED.

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

Mitch Hale, a college student, moves into an apartment on the nicest street in Boston, Commonwealth Avenue. The deal was too good to pass up, almost too good o be true; but Mitch isn't about to let this apartment slip out of his fingers, so he jumps on it. After moving in he begins to feel a eerie feeling, like being watched when he knows that he's the only one in the apartment, or feeling like someone, or something else, is there with him. As his curiosity rises so do his curious questions and research, Mitch's curiosity turns into a terror and horror at the finding of the truth of Apartment 13A. Michael Hall's literal debut, Apartment 13A, will be expanded and self-published in 2015. The release date for the expanded version on Apartment 13A is March 25, 2015. It will be available on Amazon. Preorders start on Friday The 13th of February; all preorders will be signed copies.

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

Michelle doesn't want to think about her parents divorce. No more, then she already has. Michelle swears she will never let herself forget what her father did to both her and her mother. He left them, for someone else. So, Michelle starts to believe, that love can never last. It's also Michelle's senior year of high school. Michelle plans to focus on hanging out with her three best friends, staying out of trouble (if that's possible), not thinking about her father or his new wife, and actually trying to keep up in her classes. What happens when sometimes her temper gets the better of her? Or, what about her new Physics teacher? Is he really that nice, and all... or is there another side to him? Will Michelle ever start believing in love again? Or will her heart ache just at the end? Looks like Michelle's crystal clear plansbfor senior year aren't so, crystal clear after all. It's about to get pretty complicated.

These are the restricted chapters for kidnapped by him. They're are rated R and should not be viewed by those who find these scenes uncomfortable.

How do two completely different people end up falling for one another when they have absolutely nothing in common. Skye is a humble girl and Crispin is an arrogant man-whore. They sure were right when they say opposites attract.