*SHORT STORY* *CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT* Rachel is a shy, rich girl. what happens when she meets bad boy, alpha, Brock Sanders?

*WARNING CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT! FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY! (SOME BDSM BUT NO HARDCORE STUFF:) ITS REALLY NOT ALL THAT BAD:)))* "move bitch!" suddendly i felt hands grab me and pull me to thier chest. One of thier hands trailed down to my crotch, under my dress and rubbed. I pulled away and turned around to face an arrogant face with a cocky smirk to match. Damn asher. "ASSHOLE!" i screamed at him. Then i made a very bold move. Somthing that started what most would call a game between us. I slapped his face and kicked him right in the balls. Elizabeth grey and Asher colt have hated each other ever since asher pushed elizabeth off the swing in kindergarden. With thier moms being best friends they see more of each other than they would like. When at a party, elizabeth embarasess asher by beating him up in front of his friends. Thats when the game starts. A game that has to do with torturing each other... Sexually. Touching and kissing. Whoever falls in love first loses. But what if they both do... Who wins then?

Delaney is officially the worst waitress ever. When she is nearly fired, she says she will do anything to keep her job, so her boss Tim makes her a deal...

[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*

Once we are alone, he turns to me, "We need to work on your acting skills. How can a commoner be such a bloody awful liar? Don't you learn that when you are infants?" "Oh, I'm sorry I don't lie for sport like you lot! Last I checked, it's the ones with the sticks up their arses who are so brilliant with deceit and after seeing your performance I know it to be fact! I've never heard such shit! As though I hold any regret, for telling that fancy prat anything, ha" I call back. Now that we are alone, I no longer require restraints as I let my temper run wild. He does something that takes me by utter surprise. He literally grabs my lips and pushes them together. "Don't you ever shut this mouth of yours!" I move my hands to his chest, trying to pay no mind to the heat radiating from him and give him a great push, shoving him a few steps back in surprise. "Don't touch me! Agh!" I let out before taking a breath, and with a little less force I add, "the King bought it didn't he." "Barely," he grunted. My head snapped back at him, I was fuming. How could a man make me so incredibly angry with just a few words? This must be the great charm of the Prince, I hear so much about. #310 in Historical Fiction 10/2, #347 IN HISTORICAL FICTION 1/5, #291 IN HISTORICAL FICTION 5/18, #239 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, #232 IN HISTORICAL FICTION 6/23 #160 in Historical Fiction 1/29/18 , #131 in Historical Fiction 4/3/18, #121 in Historical Fiction 4/4, #108 in Historical Fiction 4/8, #89 in Historical Fiction 4/9, #87 Historical Fiction 4/13, #66 Historical Fiction 4/22, #60 Historical Fiction 4/25, ----- Currently going through some major revisions 1/27/2018

❝death, secrets, broken pieces.❞ • • • in which a girl talks to her dead best friend about why he was murdered, reminiscing on their past and revealing secrets she had kept from him. • • • ❝everything you have right now, one day it's all going to be gone.❞ 3/31/16 - 4/31/16 This story is saddening. Is known to make some people cry. Aka trigger warning. Don't drown in the feels, swim in them. highest ranking- #54 in short story Talking to the Dead Guy. Copyright © 2016. All Rights Reserved.

"Chris?", Vanessa huffed. "Yeah?" "I-I think.... I think I'm ready." All Chris did was smirk and kiss her. His arms snaked around Vanessa's waist, pulling her on his lap. He's been waiting for the moment when Vanessa would finally want him to be her first. She may not be his first, but he knew, from the moment she walked into Tale Hills High School, that he wanted her to be with him. He laid her on the bed and kissed her neck. He managed to slowly remove their clothes without ruining the romantic moment. Her loud moans turned him on as they did it over and over again, savoring the new feeling of sparks between them. It was the best moment for them. It was the perfect moment in Vanessa and Chris' nerdy romance.