Highest Rank: #1 Werewolf MATURE CONTENT DONT READ IF YOU CANT HANDLE SEX SCENES Suddenly I was thrown onto the bed "All Mine!" Colton growled "Your beautiful curves and your beautiful face is all ..MINE" Colton moaned I arched my back and moaned at the heat that Colton was spreading throughout my body with just one touch. Suddenly he cupped my kitty whilst his breath fanned my ear. "This is my baby girl, Stella shes only for me and no one else. I am a man of my word Stella, and I do not like to share" Instead of words, only a series of whimpers manage to escape from my lips. Without warning Colton slid down my body until he was level with the place between my legs. I prepare myself for his next move but I find myself surprised when he begins.......talking to ....my kitty? "You missed me baby girl didn't you, it's okay papi missed you too." he cooed All I could do was just lay there and watch in awe as he spoke to one of my intimate body parts as if it was its own person. "you want me to eat you out baby girl, I can do that" he growled Not even a second later I watch as Colton dives his face between my legs and my back arches as his tongue attacks. DISCLAIMER: • I am not a perfect writer, so there will be some mistakes that I still need to edit. • Do not repost MY WORK without my permission first. • This is a fast paced romance novel, so do not comment anything about how fast it is going

Dear Library Girl, I almost asked you what was wrong the first time I saw you crying. Then I saw the book you were reading, and realized that you were crying because of it. And I was interested, because I'd never read anything that moved me that much. I checked out the book you were reading, and guess what? I cried - just a little - too. That's how it started. Every time I go to the library, you're almost always there, usually with a completely new book. Sometimes you smile, or laugh out loud, or cry again, and when you do, I check out the book you're reading. That was it, really, until I realized how gorgeous you are. You're not pretty in the normal kind of way, but god, when you smile, it lights up your face in the best way. I wish you'd notice me, sitting a few tables away from you, reading the book you were reading a few days ago. I wish you'd smile at me. I don't have the guts to talk to you. I'm afraid you won't be anything at all like I imagine. One of these days, I'll work up the courage and I'll ask you about what you're reading. And maybe you'll smile that gorgeous smile and tell me all about it, and then we'll talk about all the books we've read. But until then, thank you for the book recommendations. I love them. Love, Tyler *The body of this letter is not my original work, but rather a prompt for the story you are (hopefully) about to read. Enjoy! French translation on @ClesteVrld's profile!

"I'm not the relationship type, but in that moment I wanted to marry the shit out of her and have 16 kids." Cameron's past has followed him his whole life, the partying, drinking, random hookups, even his ex girlfriends. He was a one night stand kind of guy, you know the usual hookup and then pushing them out of his front door, but when his friends talk him into going on a trip to New York for spring break everything changes. Will he continue his old ways or will he fall for a girl way out of his league?

** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.