Highest Rank : #5 in DomesicViolence She didn't know what she was getting into when she said, "Yes." Now, if only she could turn back time. It all started well for both of them. Smiles and laughter filled their lives. Happiness and only happiness. What could possibly go wrong? Everything . . . She watched as her entire life crumbled and was destroyed by the only love of her life. Left alone and helpless to build up her fallen self. Every night, crying herself to sleep, thinking she didn't know what she was getting herself into when she said, "I do." Can she ever find love again? "This Love . . . Has Become . . . Toxic"

A woman overhears a sexual debate between two men and offers to help settle the dispute. Filthy MMF hijinks ensue. This is an explicit story intended for 17+ audiences. There are some gay themes in the story. The first chapter is deliberately published on Bisexuality Day, 9/23, in support of our gay and bi-sexual friends.

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A kiss, a touch, a feeling can sometimes speak louder than words. For Dylan that's very true since he can't talk. Liana has a new job at the hottest swimming center in town, and professional swimmer Dylan seems to have all of her attention. He likes to stay to himself and keep his concentretion which he has been able to do until he met her. She fights her attraction for him in order to keep her sanity, he fights his attraction for her in order to focus on his job. But with seeing each other so much it's hard for them both. Tension as thick as skin builds between them. Some times Liana thinks that he feels nothing for her. Dylan is very good with his hands when it comes to speaking... and touching. He'll use them to show Liana just how he feels about her. WARNING: Intended for a mature audience. Mild sexual scenes

"Being reunited with your childhood best friend after eight years apart? Sounds like a heart-warming story. Finding out that said best friend is now a complete jerk who's determined to make your life hell? Not so much." Georgie and Connor were once inseparable. Best friends from birth, they did everything together - well, that was until Connor's dad got a once-in-a-lifetime job opportunity and the family was forced to relocate to New York. At age sixteen, Georgie's life is totally different - her main goal being to keep her head down and escape the brutalities of high school with as little emotional scarring as possible. Balancing school, work and her dwindling social life is enough of a challenge, but it's about to get a bit more complicated when her conceited ex-best friend gets thrown into the mix. Maybe friendship should come with an instruction booklet.

Carlos Larves, he was the king of romancing (well in his head, he was). He knew how to trigger your self-control and he relished on your discomfort. He gave pleasure, the right amount of passion and if necessary there'd be just an ounce of pain. Carlos, he called himself the inducer. And for him Tori was simple. He wanted her beyond compare that no one else would understand because she wasn't just one of his usual conquests but so much more. She was different and he wanted her to feel what he could do before anything else. Tori Battes, she was a simple college student living in California who came from a small town in Tennessee. She needed a work when she decided she wanted to go on her own and when she finally got a work as a housekeeper, she didn't know she would be in the house of this so called "inducer" with a twist of an oblivious past history. There was a secret behind Carlos that she didn't even know to begin with, it was something she would have to find out but not until Carlos fucked with her mental stability first. Let's journey with them. NB: this story is intended for audiences 18+ years or older, but if you think this story would stimulate you, go ahead.

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"So, you've been on a date with each of us now." Declan said, taking a hold of Emmalee's hand and bringing it to his lips. Asher placed his hands on her hips, his own lips lightly caressing her neck as he pulled her close from behind. "Who are you going to choose? Me or-" "Me?" Asher murmured lightly nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear. Emmalee felt herself shiver as Declan's mouth assaulted the other side of her neck. She was losing control. She couldn't think straight around them period, but when they both touched her like this it was completely impossible. How was she suppose to choose anyway? "Or you can have us both." They said in unison.

**Officially published as Clique Bait with HarperTeen!** Payment is usually a part of a basic transaction. You give and then you take. But, at Arlington Preparatory, people take at their leisure. They take their entertainment in the form of humiliation. They get what they want at the expense of their pawns. But they never pay. Chloe Whittaker has a hit list. But not exactly the murder kind. After her best friend is ripped from Arlington, punished for her fascination with climbing the hierarchy, she knows she has to end them. One by one. Revenge is sweet, and inflicting it is even sweeter. Only, what if someone she's determined to destroy, starts to win over her heart? Highest rank: #1 in teen fiction cover by @supernovass

I reached over to open the door when his hand grabbed mine and he spun me around, pressing me against the door with his whole body. I could feel how hard he was against me. His chest I mean. I felt my breathing hitch and I lifted my eyes to meet his nervously. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice nervous. He licked his bottom lip and pressed against me even harder. He parted my thighs easily with his knee and a hand found my back forcing me to arch into him. "How long will you be defending me, max?" He asked, as I did my best to glare up at him. Something about this guy was keeping me from calling for help although he really did have me pushed up against my own door in my own office making my knees shake. "A-a year max." I said, and he smirked down at me. The innocence I didn't know he held gone. "Get the fuck off of me or I'll scream." "You won't do that." He said, calmly, moving his hips slightly against me. I gasped at the motion and then cursed the blush speeding across my face. "Why won't I?" "Because I pay well. And I know you need the money." "What would I need that money for?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. "Your brother." "H-how did you?" "I have ways Xiama. One of those ways is to see who'll be defending me and to know everything about her. And don't tell me to get the fuck off because all I've heard is fuck and you don't want me to get the wrong idea."