A dirty story for anyone feeling kinky. Well-written.

18+ This short story sees James discover that cold showers can be incredibly hot, when a camping trip with friends sets the scene for a new kind of relationship. Note: first attempt at erotica so feel free to give advice, also It's important acknowledge that this is a work of fantasy, in real life intimacy isn't just about climaxing and the scenes described are an exaggeration. :)

COMPLETED✅ Two high school teenagers finding themselves, analyzing this ever changing world, and building love. This is the type of love you wish you found in high school but probably know way too well that it only exists as fiction. Today I'm turning my fiction to reality. ❣️•••❣️ Excerpt: Just as I was about to seek shelter under some building's roof, the tires of a car come to a halt, I wonder who might pity the lonely girl walking in the rain. The passenger window rolls down, and I spot the most unexpected person seated behind the wheel. "Get in" comes out his voice, and I must've stood there agape for a few moments because next comes his rhetorical question. "Are you getting in or continuing walking in the rain?" Eyebrows raised expectantly. He sounds annoyed, like he regrets his decision to ever stop and help me. ❣️•••❣️ #5 in cynical #2 in loveandfriendship #1 in opinionated #4 in ihatelife #10 in nerdgirl #10 in HighschoolRomance #26 in GoodGirlBadBoy *contains mature themes. *contains cursing.

Just a simple oneshot story book about females that are dominant and males that are submissive

"I'm a psycho at the bottom of the pack, and you're a warrior built to kill. Isn't it a weird mix?" He shrugs, a wicked grin plastered to his face. "I think it's the perfect mix." ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ *Completed * Klepto is a werewolf, an omega, and exactly as her name says. A kleptomaniac. She's a compulsive stealer. So it's not a surprise that everyone in her pack despises her for her flaw. To distract herself from the constant bullying, she sticks her nose in books, dreaming of fictional worlds. Ezra, on the other hand, is a prideful lycan warrior with a desperate need for an attitude adjustment. When his team is assigned to protect a pack in the mountains of West Virginia, he is anything but thrilled. He wants power, responsibility, respect... things that don't come with being a babysitter. It's when they arrive that Ezra spots the curvy werewolf that happens to be his soul mate. In that moment he finds his entire world shifting. Klepto is a thief, and she knows just how to steal his heart. * Rated PG-13 for mild language, abuse, some adult content * Highest rankings #1 in new adult - 6/29/19 #4 in werewolf - 3/18/19 #1 in warrior - 6/24/19 #3 in lycanthrope - 6/4/18 #52 in love - 3/18/19 #5 in mates - 4/2/19 #63 in alpha - 3/25/19

❥︎ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ yandere x reader one-shots ❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀ a hundred different lives a hundred different stories a hundred different versions of you but at the center of all of them lies an obsession one you can't escape, no matter how many lives you live good luck!

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

My memories always haunt me. And they never cease. They come back when I hear a simple howl at night. I wish they would just disapear, like how I made all my fear. But I know it's impossible. Fear is always easier to get rid of, of course, when you have nothing else to live for. I remember the night. The night my family was brutally murdered. The night I became a rogue. I remember all the screaming of my friends. None of us knew they would attack us that night. The night of our festival of the moon. I always wondered how I was the one to survive, the runt of the pack. . . Willow is a rouge after the tragic event of a rouge attack on her village three years ago. She now lives alone in the forest. But when she's discovered by an alpha and his beta, she has no choice but to try and run away again. But how is that possible when the alpha is her mate.

This book is a compilation of individual one-shot stories. Each story stands on its own, with different characters, different dynamics, and different kinds of romance. Updates will not follow a fixed schedule. Whenever an idea strikes, a new story will find its place here. This is a genre I am experimenting with, and I hope you enjoy exploring it along with me. Warning: This book contains mature content and may include graphic descriptions at times. It is not suitable for younger audiences. Please read at your own discretion. Some stories may not include detailed introductions for the characters. Apologies in advance, and thank you for understanding.

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨.... 𝙃𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧. It was supposed to be fake. Just a deal. A contract. He needed a wife for six months. She needed the money. But Ira didn't expect her cold, controlling boss to become so... possessive. "The contract ends in six months, Mr. Malhotra," she reminds him. His dark eyes flicker with something dangerous. "Then why do you feel like mine already?"