❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

Thalia has always hated Donna..... making her the perfect business partner. No wires would be crossed and nothing would get out of hand..... so she thought. Trying to gain the attention of her best friend, Thalia creates a fake relationship with her arch nemesis in hopes to spark jealousy, regret, and a new relationship. Everything is going according to plan until a forgotten past comes to present and new feelings start to blossom. Thalia never planned on it, it just happened. ----- (Rewrite) Any old readers from the old IJH, this is a new story with new plot lines and characters not just rewritten edited chapters. Don't enter with the same mindset as the last book for this book is different and improved. Enjoy :)

When a scandal forces hockey star Amelia Bennett into a fake relationship with guarded photographer Harper Lane, neither expects the headlines, or the feelings, that follow. What starts as a PR stunt begins to spark into something real, threatening to expose more than just their hearts. *** She's the world's best hockey player. She's a heartbroken photographer with nowhere else to go. And they were never supposed to fall in love. At 24, Amelia Bennett is the most talented hockey player on the planet-chaotic, impulsive, and the last Bennett standing without a ring on her finger. After a very public scandal threatens her sponsorships and reputation, the team's PR crisis plan is simple: clean up her image fast. Step one? A fake relationship. Something that should be easy, right? Harper Lane has no interest in fame, or falling for another golden boy-or girl-with a spotlight stitched into their skin. After catching her long-term boyfriend cheating, she's sworn off chaos and charm. But when her best friend Audrey begs her to stay with Millie temporarily, Harper finds herself in the middle of a media storm-and somehow agreeing to pretend to be Millie Bennett's girlfriend. It's only for the cameras. Just long enough to fix Millie's image. Just enough to keep Harper's ex boyfriend off her back. But fake smiles turn into real moments. Cold shoulders warm under shared blankets. And the girl Harper was warned about-the reckless, beautiful mess, is nothing like the one who makes her tea when she's anxious and kisses her like she means it. In a house built on secrets, one accidental love story is about to make headlines.

[UNDER RECONSTRUCTION] Highest Ranking #1 Teenstories "Get your hands off me!" He smirked and leaned closer to my face. "Why should I?" "Because I said so you idiot!" All while trying to get my hand free to punch him. "Now baby girl that wasn't so nice now was it?". He said while fake pouting. "Do I look like I care jerk?" He smirked again. "It looks like we're gonna have to silence that mouth of yours." "How-" My response was cut short due to the fact that his lips were on mine. He freaking kissed me! And I liked it! .... Allisandra Harriet was just a fairly normal 17 year old girl trying to live a fairly normal life, but who is she kidding, her life could never be normal. Filled with drama, lies, heartbreak and most of all sarcasm. When she meets Lee all that follows him is more drama and trouble. But will she eventually see past that? Or will his past affect everything he's built? Le'Mario Grant isn't your typical 18 year old bad boy. Yea, he doesn't smoke or drink and all the other bad boy stuff but he's also insanely rich. He walks around with the bad boy act and the stoic facade but when something happens, will he actually give up his bad habits and player ways? Or is it too much for him to just change? When his eyes finally land on Allisandra, he realizes she just might be the girl that can tame him, but can he fight his way through all her sarcasm and rejection and into her heart? She is a challenge he's willing to take. Or will his past come back to affect his life? Find out more inside! A/N: Please don't judge this book by it's cover:)

Alone. A simple word that has always held many meanings to Ella, and starting her senior year at a new high school, solitude had seemed the easiest way to go. A week passed, bland and unnoticed, before her plans quickly get thrown overboard. Losing one of her most priced possessions, she finds herself making a rather simple deal with someone from school. His name, for her book. There's only one little problem; she has no idea who this person is. Laughs and tears, friends and heartbreak, and the past that comes knocking on the door. Ella faces it all as she takes on the search to find her secret admirer. ___________________ "I can't believe him after the texts, the letter, the flowers. All these months and he just tells me 'we'll talk later'", I told him, feeling absolutely frustrated. I am so damn stupid, thinking this was gonna be something special or whatever. "It isn't him", he suddenly spoke and I just rolled my eyes. He doesn't even know what he's talking about, the imbisile. "It is, you don't even know what you're talking about so shut up", I cried out, walking forth and back for the hundredth time. "Listen, I do and it isn't him", he yelled this time and I stopped walking, angrily turning to him. Can he stop just pissing me off even more? "Oh yeah? And how are you so sure?" "Because it's me"