Woosan Some Woohwa too Warning :Smut we need more! Just one Time....are you sure. San is straight and Wooyoung is not. But that doesn't stop Wooyoung from wanting a piece. Except they hate each other.....right? Let alone Seonghwa has a huge crush on Wooyoung. Top San Bottom Wooyoung This is like my second time ever writing a fan fic, please give me some slack. I just needed someone to write this 😂 Guess it will be me. I'll try my best to update. Feel free to comment ideas and more.

Are you interested in serial killers? If you are then this is your story If you arent then reading this will maybe change your mind ❤️ enjoy

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

He's hot... He's sexy... He's perfect... He's a Greek god... Hendrix Campbell is one yummy guy and he is an all-in-one package. I wouldn't call him a 'player' or a 'bad boy' or any cliche names you use to describe a dude because he doesn't belong in neither categories. He flirts with girls a lot but that doesn't make him a player in my opinion because he never did settled to one lady and he likes to play and fool around so much that it's hard to muster if he really likes you or just teasing... I don't think he will ever find the perfect one who is gonna please his standards but fate bumped into me and dared me a challenge to see if I was the one.... Am I the one? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>~<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Check out my new story!!! "Trouble Screams Yorkley" in my page!!! It's like an instalment of MSBIAP if you liked my first book:)

Five years ago, Ian Rinaldi was summoned to Chicago to meet his uncle's best friend's eldest daughters. The only one that caught his attention was the youngest, Skylar Grant, the girl he saved from jumping off a balcony. Soon after, he went back home, not picking either of the eldest Grant sisters, too stuck on the youngest. So he makes a life for himself in San Francisco. But five years later they meet again. Now Skylar isn't the same 16-year old he held in his arms while she cried on his shoulder. Skylar is now a woman. A very tempting woman that he hasn't stopped thinking about since that night so long ago. WARNING: This story contains sensitive subjects, sexual content, and some mature language. This story is intended for readers 16+. © 2014 TheKilljoyWitch

Grace Willow has enough problems in her life as it is. The bullying at school is out of control, with students that torture her physically and mentally, and will stop at no end just to see her miserable, an abusive dad, and a mom who is always M.I.A she has no one to turn to. Having life always throw knives at her back, kick rocks at her feet, and blow dust in her face, Grace has seemed to gotten used to falling with no one there to catch her. Logan Hunter is a walking Romeo. He has the good looks, the bad boy personality, the tattoos, and of course the girls. He calls, and they come a' running. He smokes, gets high, drunk, and into fights 24/7. The thing he doesn't have is a good temper. When he's angry he's destructive. Not caring what he does or who he hurts in the process. He can't control his acts, because he can't control how he feels. When the two meet, something is bound to happen, and sparks might just fly. Could be sparks of love... or maybe something much much worse? Warning: This book does contain explicit language and sexual content as well as violent scenes. * This description kinda sucks after looking back on it after year of writing but please give this book a chance. I promise you it's not that terrible :P *