Emrys Harrow was my crush first-then he became my stepdad. Tragic, right? Dreaming about screwing my mother's man? Yeah, that's a whole new level of messed up. But this isn't a story about regret. It's about how I seduced my stepdad, made him cheat, and shattered their marriage. You probably hate me already-not that it matters. Most people do. But let's be real. You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to watch the wreckage.

Isabella's world shattered when her mother passed away, leaving her with no choice but to move in with her stepfather, Robert, and his son, Lucas. Robert Blackwood, at 40, was a strikingly handsome man with a commanding presence, while Lucas Blackwood, 22, shared his father's captivating good looks but exuded a boyish charm that was hard to resist. At 19, Isabella Cooper found herself caught in a web of forbidden desires and conflicting emotions. **This is my First book on Wattpad so please shower some love. I will welcome a good and friendly suggestions/feedbacks. if you guys like this story please comment and make me motivate to write some new stories in the future.**

In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade

Jaxiel-her hot, married neighbor. Yes, she bought him. For a night. From his wife. "He's all yours," Livia said, tossing her curls like a bored queen. Heavily pregnant and smug, she strutted out of the bedroom like a proud pimp, not looking back. The door clicked shut. Silence. "This isn't the first time, is it?" Starr asked, her eyes locked on the shirtless man standing in front of her. His jeans hung loose on his hips, belt already undone. "No," Jaxiel said simply, a bitter laugh following his answer. He stepped closer-close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off his skin. His hand slid between her thighs, slow and certain, fingers tracing the soaked fabric of her panties. "You're wet already?" She didn't respond. "Do you really like it?" she asked instead, voice steady, detached. That question stopped him. He blinked, like no one had ever dared ask him that before. Because no one had. Not Livia. Not the women. Not even himself. He didn't answer either. Then-he kissed her. No warning. No build-up. Just mouth on mouth, breath on breath. His fingers slipped past the fabric, inside her. She gasped against his lips, but didn't pull away. He explored her with slow, aching strokes-like he was trying to forget who he was. Who she was. What this was. For the first time, he wasn't just being used. And for the first time, she didn't feel like using.

~ I got up more carefully and ran looked around the room for an adjoining bathroom. When I found it I looked into the mirror and was horrified.
My curly strawberry blonde locks were replaced by jet black hair and my bright green eyes by a deep blue. I was way way taller now and not exactly muscular but I had a lean kind of muscle.
 I. Am. A. Guy. THERE IS SOMETHING HANGING OFF OF ME! ~ Ok... I have to change his pants to go to school. I swallowed hard and walked back into his lavish bedroom. I didn't notice it before but this guy must have been loaded his bedroom is huge and it looks expensive. I went to his closet and took out a random t shirt and slipped it on. Than I took out some jeans. I have to change his pants now. As in take the pants off and put on a new pairs. This is a guy's body. I shut my eyes tight and took off the sweatpants. Than I blindly grabbed hold of the jeans and shimmied them on. I DID IT! I opened my eyes and realized....they were on backwards. Fucking Thursday. ~ Molly was the popular girl. Jax was a loner with a chip on his shoulder. They knew nothing of each other nor did they want to. But one fateful Thursday morning they wake up in the other's body. Now they need to figure out how to deal with eachother while fighting their growing feelings. ~