People say a guy and a girl can't be best friends. Why? Because they either catch feelings or interfere with each other's relationships. Why can't Ezekiel and I be best friends? Because he used me to get to where we are in this game. Shit, I didn't even realize it until now. He knows me well enough to know that I stop at nothing to get what I want, hell that's how we got in this game, but he used that to his advantage this time. I thought we were in this shit together, but since its become obvious he has other ideas, I'm gonna do what I gotta do to survive and get my money. I'm gonna do me until I get what I want; Everything. Urban Book. Copyright © 2013 OneOfAKinddJewel___

It was in essence, pure unadulterated bliss. I found that I was addicted after that, It was like I had been fed for the first time. Destruction, it was a beautiful thing... The story of a dancer's redemption.

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

I don't know why I've ended up here// but at least i have you// and you have me// and i know we can face this hell....together - Karma

"Alex Perez, he's pleasured almost every woman in the world. And I'm gonna make sure i'm the last."

Can you imagine being blackmailed? Blackmailed so that your innocent girl act in school will stay the same? Constant text starts, showing the real 'bad girl' you are. Soon enough they start invading your life, threats and secret information. If you were Calypso wouldn't you want to take action rather than living in fear? After all, we're not all perfect and all have secrets to hide.

Can you imagine living in the 1800's as a slave? Tamara and Tayla are not what you would expect identical twin sisters to be. One day they are unexpectedly shipped away from their small home in Cape Town to South America. At the Grab & Go auction the girls are taken by a bitter Mrs Wicker. Yet soon enough, Tamara meets someone who may possibly change her life forever. She wishes for her and Tayla's freedom, though can she succeed in keeping her mind on only that?

"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.

"It's driving me out of my mind That's why it's hard for me to find Can't get it outta my head Miss her, kiss her, love her, wrong move you're dead That girl is poisonnnnnnnnn Never trust a big butt and smile That girl is poisonnnnn" Bell Biv Devoe - Poison Copy Right © All Rights Reserved To trillbamx