-discontinued- Winona Emily Gilmore, she's the other Gilmore. At the age of 16, Lorelei Gilmore gave birth to two girls, Lorelei and Winona. [gilmore girls s3-?] [logan huntzberger x oc] **disclaimer: I own nothing but my oc's and storylines, everything else is owned by the gilmore girls creators and producers.

Book 3 of New York series (Does not need to be read as a series) His hand travelled further up my thigh causing my skirt to move along with it. I bit my lip even harder. "Now Adalyn ,if I do this, there's no escaping me. You're mine after. No one else. Only mine. Meaning no other man or woman will ever touch you like I do. Never. Only me. Do you understand?" I brought my eyes up to his and nodded my head. He squeezed my upper thigh and I let my lip go to gasp. "Use your words my sweet girl. Do you understand?" My breaths came out hard and heavy. My chest heaved up and down rapidly. "I understand Axel. I understand." His smirk deepened. A loud moan escaped my mouth and I arched my back off the bed at the feeling of his warm hand suddenly cupping my flower. "Good girl. My good girl." He huskily whispered in my ear. ****** A shy, harmless girl with a deep past meets a man she doesn't recognise. The pull she feels towards him is indescribable. A well-known, ruthless CEO that has had a life of gold casts his eyes on a girl that instantly enraptures his attention. #32 business #13 soft #46 cute #443 love #1 quiet #3 kinky #1 soulmates #2 shy #3 beautiful Cover made by @AnonymousssN

Alecxander is a perfect combination of both of his dads. Intense and scary like Adonis, yet soft and gentle like Mateo. And like both of them, he can be very dangerous. When he moves to New York for his Senior Year of high school, he's prepared to get through the year without any distractions and to keep focused on Gang stuff. Of course, those plans get throw out of the window when he meets a girl like no other. A girl named Evangelina.

Eden, a girl afraid of touch Logan, a boy who's love language is physical touch Eden Thorne never wanted the spotlight. Her art speaks for her-vivid, emotional, and deeply personal-but the world seems more interested in the mystery behind the brush than the work itself. One gallery show, one panic attack, and one stranger in the hallway are all it takes to unravel her carefully kept distance. Logan Kelly wasn't looking for anything-especially not in an art gallery. But something about the girl on the floor, and the raw honesty in her paintings, lingers longer than he expects. What follows isn't loud or obvious. It's quiet. Uncertain. Real.