Mama couldn’t never reach her, Brother tried his best to teach her... She thinks she’s ready for the world... Just look at ‘daddy’s little girl.’ Daddy’s little girl Daddy’s little girl… She’s daddy’s little girl, Daddy’s little girl, Daddy’s little girl…

Phe-Phe has a past that not much people know about , she becomes a Kindergarten teacher and catches the eye of one of her student's father, which becomes dangerously endearing and quite pleasurable. But as they say, when you think people aren't noticing your dirty deeds, someone always is, like August, August Alsina that is. They hurt each other to a point where pain never hurts so good and they fall into a deep fiery abyss of Love and Passion, that is Intense and intoxicating beyond measures. Her prude, sheepish and vain attitude turns into clay has he shapes her over again, as if she were his canvas. No surrenders , no survivors, can lead a narrow path and people get trampled, stomping all over the endless garden which they lay in. [STORY CONTAINS GRAMMATICAL ERRORS--ALSO SEXUAL AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE FOR DEVELOPMENT AND DRAMA OF NOVEL FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY ,YOU HAVE BEEN INFORMED AND WARNED] ©2014 All Rights Reserved

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "I will savour every part of your body; every nook and every cranny. I will make you feel like my last meal. And I will do it with your husband in the next room." Sofia's breathing became ragged. She held the stupid cookbook to her chest like a lifesaver, but she couldn't stop her heart bashing against it. And Vaughn? His hand had somehow slipped up the hem of her dress... (Cover by @ilovepizaaaa)

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*