"You could always do some extra credit to raise your grade, can't have my best student fallling behind." The older man said in a rexlaxed tone while leaning back on his chair. "Extra credit?" Zayn was puzzled to say the least. Me.Beckham would always tell his classes that he would never allow extra credit. "Extra credit. I've seen you do some extra credit with Mr.Calvin. It's quite the sight. Who would've known that the bad boy of the school moans while sucking a nice plump cock. Begs to get filled by one too. It was pretty cute seeing you try to hold back your moans, aren't you just adorable." The man pinching his cheeks while leaning forward on his desk. Zayn on the other hand was in turmoil. He never wanted anyone to know about what he with quite a few teachers over his junior year so far. The thing that made him more afraid was the fact he never did it for a grade. He passed all his classes with an A minimum. He did it because he needs a good fuck every so often, he was a teen with needs. No that he was familiar with would've given him the sex he craved. They were all too naive and stupid to look beyond themselves, with the older gents he'd climax without having the need to touch himself after they were done. Zayn in his own little world with a pout on his face, didn't notice that the man had locked the door and closed the few blinds to the window. Zayn looking around him to see Mr.Beckham next to him, palming his member through his pants. With a smirk he unzipped his pants left his member be seen by the bad boy himself. He played would with himself while looking the boy in the eyes. Zayn out of instinct lean forward to take the member in his mouth. The teacher surprised he gave in so easily.

Jack Moats is a 20 year old who just recently moved to California with his best friend (Alexis Swift) to live his dream of going to California. He mets this wonderful guy when he is at his college, Cameron Dallas. Later into Jack and Cameron's friendship, Alexis finds out her Dad was murdered. Jack and Cameron help Alexis find out who murdered her father. After they arrest the guy who killed Alexis's father, will Cameron and Jack live happily ever after? Will they even date? Will they not talk? Read to find out!

Strangers turn to friends, friends become best friends and best friends become boyfriends. Love comes in no gender. And these boys are prepared to do anything to prove their love for each other. "Always mine." They say. Maybe always mine will be their forever. Cover: Bieberflict Book 1

How to Write Fanfiction is a writing resource that contains tips and tricks on crafting fanfiction stories - by the community, for the community. This guide will serve as a helpful point of reference for fanfiction writers both old and new. We ultimately hope to encourage Wattpadders to immerse themselves in the limitless world of fanfiction and try their hand at fic writing!

Welcome to the most cliche book in wattpad. In this book you will have that annoying clueless main character who you sometimes just want to shoot. Feel free in the comments to tell me how much you hate this story because some of you are super hilarious.

Pop-culture phenomenon, social rights advocate, and the most prominent LGBTQ+ voice on YouTube, Tyler Oakley brings you his first collection of witty, personal, and hilarious essays. For someone who made a career out of over-sharing on the Internet, Tyler has a shocking number of personal mishaps and shenanigans to reveal in his first book: experiencing a legitimate rage blackout in a Cheesecake Factory; negotiating a tense stand­off with a White House official; crashing a car in front of his entire high school, in an Arby's uniform; projectile vomiting while bartering with a grandmother; and so much more. In Binge, Tyler delivers his best untold, hilariously side-splitting moments with the trademark flair that made him a star.

Being a Muslim and searching for love is tough. Having strict parents who are also captious when examining the one. Parents who are destined to choose the right spouse for their child. Now being a Muslim girl is complicated. The guilt and hurt we go through to choose our spouse is unimaginable. The bitterness we think we are releasing to our parents when letting down their choice for thee, lingers in our heart. I am now 23, a female, without a husband. I find it hard to choose the right one. I believe that love isn't suppose to be arranged. Love is chosen by the heart, seen by the eyes, and heard by the ears. They speak and design your future. Arranged marriage isn't my ideal type. I promise I will find love alone, and alone I shall keep my trail of opinions. I am not aware of what my parents have in store for me. I'm uncertain if my lover will show, or if it's intended for me to be in marriage which I wasn't a part of when being sorted. I know the one I love is waiting patiently at the other side of the door. But pushing away my parents decisions is what I'll have to accomplish first. Well, if I know what's only in store for me. WARNING: I am in no way, shape, or form trying to change your opinion towards any religion. This story is made to show people how a Muslim love story is, and or a life for a Muslim person is. It's determined to be something enjoyable.

My life is dysfunctional, not knowing where it's heading. My ups and downs define my personality. It seeped through my ways and began to make me believe that I am not worthy. I believe that I am hopeless in this so called world. Deprived in my past, I concluded that my once beautiful high school life has decayed. I regret everything. Just as I thought I slipped away from everyone, everything came crashing down when two brothers shifted into my life. Blake and Marcus Jameson, has ruined my image. Blake the boy they all swoon over, Marcus the one who'll torture me throughout the way. In the end I will realize that the boy I once thought was unbreakable, was hiding a devastating past just like me. *I know the description might be suck-ish but please at least try it out. Also it might sound cliche-ish but I assure you this will leave you shocked once I go on further. *