This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

Aspen Bailey is what everyone would refer to as a nerd. She wears black rimmed glasses and a high ponytail, She never shows more skin than necessary, and she constantly has her face in a book. Her classmates either envy her or despise her because she's best friends with the most popular girl in school. Charlotte Wilder is what everyone would refer to as a bitch. She's rude and an ice queen to anyone that she doesn't like, She hates when people tell her what to do, and she constantly sneaks out of her house. Her classmates love her and want to either date her or be her. Everyone knows that Charlotte and Aspen have been best friends since middle school, so they're cautious about what they say to Aspen. One day Charlotte catches them bullying her so she does what she's best at... being a bitch. What they didn't expect was to develop feelings for each other at one of the worst times ever. Can they handle it? Or do they ruin their friendship forever?

A kiss can change everything. One kiss with your best friend, and it changes the whole dynamic. What will you do when you get to know that your best friend has been in love with you? What will you do when she doesn't want to be friends anymore and wants more instead? * "Everytime I see you with a guy, my skin fucking burns" Millie hisses, pinning me with an intense look that makes my belly flip. I am pinned to the wall with her caging me. "Do you know how hard it is to pretend that you are only my friend, and nothing more? That I love you but cannot have you?" Her words spin inside my head, and the thundering beating of my heart echoes in my ear. How do we come to this situation? I pant as she leans closer, her eyes averting to my parted lips. I am having thoughts of kissing her. Hell, I see her in my dreams so often now that I am not sure what she means to me now. Millie caresses my cheeks and a shiver runs down my spine. "I can't pretend anymore, Grace. It's getting really hard" she whispers in my ear and I squirm. When she meets my eyes, I say something that surprises her. "Then don't." I crash my lips on hers, crossing whatever lines we had.

A w|w high school and college sports romance. Angelica Hughes is the assistant captain and the goalie of her high school's hockey team. Ever since she first earned her spot on the extremely exclusive Rensselaer Academy team, she knew that she couldn't have any distractions that could cause her to mess up this opportunity. That means no drinking, no slacking off in school, and absolutely no dating. That is until her senior year of high school when the senior class comes up with a genius idea for a class fundraiser. Anonymous letters. For just $1 per letter, you can anonymously write something to anyone you want and they can choose to respond back to you. Once valentines day rolls around, the secret admirers will be revealed to the person they wrote letters to. But what happens when Angelica receives one of these letters and despite all of her rules, she just has to know who her secret admirer is? What happens when she begins to catch feelings for someone who she doesn't even know anything about besides the words that they write on paper? Trying to figure out who wrote her the letters, she becomes torn between several people until finally she finds out who her secret admirer is and her whole world comes crashing down.

Everyone loved Kylie and Malia. The friendship. The memories. The bond everyone thought would last forever. Until one summer changed everything. Now the truth is out, the cameras are back, and Kylie has to face the person who broke her trust the most. Because she knows what they did last summer. (This is my version of the Kylia drama because I miss them so if I can't have them in real life then here is a book where we can all have them back!)

Foster sisters Ain't that a cockblocker? Bethany doesn't trust anyone. Chloe doesn't need anyone. So naturally, the universe puts them in the same house. Bethany is all sharp smiles and sharper exits - a girl who leaves before she can be left. Chloe is controlled, calculated, painfully composed - the kind of girl who built walls so well she almost believes she doesn't have a heart behind them. They take one look at each other and decide: absolutely not. Every conversation turns into a standoff. Every shared space feels like a territorial dispute. Every silence hums with tension thick enough to choke on. Bethany thinks Chloe is rigid and self-righteous. Chloe thinks Bethany is chaos in human form. Oil and water. Match and fuse. And neither of them plans on backing down. Because when you're forced into the same house with someone who mirrors all the things you hate about yourself - it's not just uncomfortable. It's war.

She was just the girl in the room next door... until she wasn't. When Fenix's Mom moves in with Maze's Dad, neither girl expects to end up living a single wall apart from someone who can unravel them with just one look. What starts as accidental glances and quiet, stolen moments soon becomes something neither of them can ignore. The closer they get, the harder it becomes to hide the sparks threatening to set their new life on fire. Falling for the girl next door was never part of the plan... but resisting her might be impossible.

Riley has her whole life planned out perfectly. She knows where she wants to go after high school, who she wants to be with forever and what she wants in life. However, in comes Quinn who makes Riley question just about everything she thought she was sure of. Quinn holds a vastly different perspective on life that draws Riley in more and more every day that they spend together. Quinn is everything exciting and different which drags Riley out of her comfort zone. Will Riley be able to give up everything she has ever known to follow a dream of happiness with Quinn? This is a rough draft #1 in bisexual 12/31/19, 5/21/20 Updating 1-2 times a week.

So this was a idea I had so I hope you like it Malia is one of those people that like to keep to themselves and never really been noticed or at least she thought But when she needs help she gets it from someone who has always quietly noticed her see

For four years, they were inseparable. Now, they can barely bring themselves to look at each other. Between red carpets, interviews, and smiles meant for the cameras, they each hide the same truth: they never really stopped looking for one another. Because sometimes, it isn't hatred that drives two people apart. It's the love they never found the courage to name. *This work is a piece of fiction inspired by public figures. The events, dialogue, and relationships portrayed are entirely fictional.