[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."

I bet you thought that all Minecraft mobs were just annoying pests who deserved to be killed. You thought wrong. Each mob has a story, each mob has its own feelings. Here are just a few of them. ~o~O~o~ This story is dedicated to all the YouTubers who keep me entertained and stem my love for Minecraft. Special thanks to SkyDoesMinecraft, Deadlox, GenerationHollow, Benjamin Pracy and LandonFleury.

The twists and turns will keep your spine nicely chilled until the very end. Following the death of her mother 11-year-old Tamicka Moon and her father move from Canada to Eastlake in England, where they both struggle to come to terms with their grief. Jack Moon becomes engrossed in writing about Munford House, the estate where they are staying, while Tamicka is left to explore the house that no-one in Eastlake, save the housekeeper, Mrs Hughes, will go near. Why is everyone so afraid of the old house, and who is the spirit that offers to make everything better for Tamicka - friend or something else? When Tamicka befriends a local girl, Penny, the spirit warns her she can't be trusted, and that seems to be true when Penny's friends play a cruel trick on her; but is the spirit telling her the whole truth? And what is the dark secret of Munford House?