Z(Zion) is 18. She's a stud who likes to fuck bitches and get money... which leads her life into crazy drama. Especially considering she messes around with woman who have husbands, and kids, and adult lives. If that's not enough, her narcissistic personality definitely gets her into even more trouble. She always wants what she can't have and by any means, she's going to get it. DISCLAIMER: In this book there is violence, sex, and drugs.

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.❞ they were feared. she was bullied. they were powerful. she was weak. they had people bowing. she had people laughing. alphas. omega. wolves. human. two different worlds collide unexpectedly in the night under the full moon. ❝𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.❞

"Why don't you want people to know about us?" Harper asked me as she stepped closer to me. I looked away from her eyes and bit my lip nervously, not knowing the answer to her question. "Is it because you don't want people to know that you like the girl that reads books at lunchtime?" I looked up at her with my eyebrows frowned in confusion "you read books at lunchtime-" She cut me off "no it's an exaggeration- that's not even the point" I swallowed nervously, noticing the anger in her voice "I don't know what to tell you, I'm just confused" Harper kept towering over me considering she's very tall "what? I fucked you and you liked it, right?" I felt my breathe being caught up in my throat at her statement that is so very true. "Then what's there to be confused about?" --- This story will include: (warnings) -detailed sexual content -sexual assault/harassment -alcohol abuse -violence -alcohol, drugs, weed etc. -family issues

"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.

Becky's father has cancer and the Armstrong's are in need of money for his medical treatments. So Becky pays a visit to an old family friend, Freen, and asks for a loan. Freen offers to pay all the expenses of her fathers sickness and even more, all in one condition, that she marries her. Trigger warning: this story is 18+ read it for your own risk. This story also contains G!P Freen (Adaptation)

They say everything happens for a reason... Nisey's (NEE-SEE) Face Claim: Your Personal Preference Karsonique's (Car-Suh-Nick) Face Claim: Your Personal Preference

You.gave.me.a.fucking.hickey??!what are you, twelve?" I yell at her because it's a huge one and not even enough make up can hide it because of my brown skin. "Yell at me again and i will give you a reason to scream,"she says lifting my chin up unphased and I'm not sure if it's a threat or a promise. "And that's to let people know that you're mine,Sweets. Now do you want me to zip your dress up or not?" She asks glaring back. Two pollar opposites of almost everything make a deal to get what they both want and go their separate ways, but what happens when they start to break each other's walls? Please vote and comment!! :)

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