So Hunter and Aly are like best friends. She has a sleep over with them since there moms were going to a party. Their moms are like BFFs and so then Alys mom has to leave for 5 weeks to go to Washington and something bad happens to her. So Aly then moves with her cousin Dylan and Ya. You'll just have to find out what happens..... It is a dirty fanfiction

***** MATURE CONTENT**** WARNING!! RATED R 18+ only This is a short, to the point book. I didn't want a lot of background and details. Just a satisfying quick read He is the definition of sex. Dark features, gauged ears, tattoos, and attitude. He makes my body come alive with just his eyes. I wonder what he could do with his hands.. His name is Devon.. And he's My brother's roommate...

A Blake Gray Fan-fiction

***MATURE CONTENT*** 18+ ONLY Morgan Summers loses her long time job at a book store, leaving her with a pile of bills and rent due. She has no choice but to apply for a job a bar with her best friend Liv to make ends meet... But the owner is nothing like what she expected. Tyler Rhoades is brooding, mad at the world, and likes to take out his emotions on the people around him. Will Morgan let Tyler walk all over her like she does everyone else? Or will they break eachother's walls down.... This is a fun filled adventure of emotions, alcohol, and lust filled outbursts.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

***Mature Content*** WARNING!! 18+ only Rated R Allie is a smart girl. She breezed through high school with honors earning her a full scholarship to nursing school. However, she learns quickly that college is a whole new ball game and there's only one person there to help...James. He has very specific ways of tutoring and she's about to learn a lot more than she ever did in highschool.... Cover by : TatathePotato

His black hair was drenched and all he had on were sport shorts. 'Um he's my stepbrother.' I thought to myself before leaving his room quickly, going to my room. After shutting the door my cheeks were on fire, I leaned on the door then slid to the floor. I held my cheeks, and just kept thinking about the fact that I found my brother attractive at all. ....... Damian moved his hand to my cheek rubbing it with his thumb gently, I couldn't even imagine what his thoughts were. 'What is going on in his head?' "Abby I need to tell you something, and you can say it's cause I'm drunk. But it's really because I can't go longer not telling you." Is it possible...that he might..... ....... I managed I turn over and I found Damian sleeping, his hair was a mess and he was shirtless. Which only helped seal what I was worried about. We had slept together, but what really made me feel stupid was that I was naked too. 'Oh my god.' I thought to myself, putting my hand over my face sighing in regret. 'I had sex with Damian. I lost my virginity to my step brother.'

"Are you a virgin?" "Sir, is that appropriate?" ____

"Love is..." I explored my brain to find the most suitable word in my dictionary that could fit in the definition I was trying to say; the definition that could make the jerk, sitting opposite me with a smirk on his face, believe in 'love'. "Bullshit?" He offered with a huge arrogant smirk on his face and no matter how much I agreed with him on this particular matter, I couldn't agree. So, instead of nodding my head in agreement, I scowled at him. His smirk grew bigger and he leaned away from me, gazing at me with his piercing grey eyes. "Finding it hard to make me believe in love when you yourself don't believe in that shit, huh?" With his piercing grey gaze fixed on my every move, I realized that 'being the devil's cupid' was going to be a lot tougher than I had initially thought. (By the author of 'And We Meet Again')

I look up and see him, the entire reason I'm even in this damn city. My heart, my lungs, my entire being sparks alive when our eyes meet and for a second, only a second, I truly believe he feels it too. His big brown eyes pierce into mine and instead of looking icy or cold, as I had once imagined, they look comforting and warm. As he looks at me I feel safe, so content until the eye contact is broken and a man the size of a tower forces himself in between us. "Excuse me Miss, Mr. Hood needs to be getting back to the bus, he does not have time to sign any autographs." The next thing I knew, three people were dead and I had a boy band in the backseat of my car. How the hell am I supposed to explain this to my mom?