👑winner👑 Won blooming potents (writer's challenge ) with #1 rank. Highest rank. #1 in gangstergirl on 23aug 2k18 #1 in good guy on 13 nov 2k18 #4 in hotromance on 3 Aug 2k18 #6 in cuteromance on 3aug 2k18 My body seems to paralysed by his touch. It took my all self control not to moan at his electrifying soft touches. No. This is wrong. It's can be happening. At least not here. Not with him. I tried to push him and only that's when I realise that my hands are in his tight grip on either side of my head. My arch my back as his lips brush against my neck. My body pressed tightly to his as he pressed me back to the softness of bed. Waves of heat sprawl in my spine as he bite down lightly on my neck. But instead of pain I felt... Fuck. What I'm doing? Just one word and he will be gone. My just one order and a bullet will be in his head. I could have him killed right here, on the spot. But do I really want to?

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.

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'Mr.Linton? Is everything alright? I believe you look quite ill than usual,' his calm yet slightly distressed voice echoed through the walls of his office. I could barely remember the last time I felt content with my life. I might get married soon and there won't be a single thing I could do about it, especially with my aunt tailing behind me. 'Am I alright? I am afraid I do not have a definite answer to your question, sir. Why do you ask, sir? Do not concern yourself with my petty feelings. I shall take care of myself. I am an independent woman and currently under the employ of one of the richest man in the entire England. I am fully capable of putting myself together and I shall be even better off with a chocolate bar...' I ranted monotonously for eternity without giving much of a thought. Blast you, human brain! 'Is that so, Mr.Linton?' he questioned again. I could see his little finger twitch while he maintained an icy cool demeanor. Somehow, I already knew he sensed my false claim. Lilly, say goodbye to the world. 'Why, yes sir. Mr. Ambrose sir.' I lied for yet another time. Dear lord, embrace my holy soul. Au Revoir. His chiseled jaw opened again only to speak,'Very well then, Mr. Linton. Bring me file MVC32XII7.' And with a swift movement he picked up his ink pen and started writing something against a white parchment. I let out a sigh. Lillian, what did you expect? Remember, knowledge is power is time is money. Oh, where were we? Yes! File MVC32XII7. HER STORM HIS SILENCE - A STORM & SILENCE FAN FICTION Storm and Silence belongs to the extremely talented and now a published author Robert Thier. I do not own (most of) the characters mentioned in this fan fiction.

"All you have to do is say it" he said as he slowly slipped his hands down my stomach and into my shorts. I couldn't believe the reaction he was getting out of me as I ground my pelvic area into his hands. It almost felt to good. "Say it" he said rubbing circles on my clit causing me to jerk and a quiet whimper to spill from my mouth. "Oh god please" i whimpered as he began to move faster. Inserting a finger into me I let out a sound I didn't think I was capable of making, I began to lift my hips to meet the pumps of his finger. Then he stopped all together and I cried out in protest trying to create more friction but only making it worse. There was no other option, I looked into his eyes and said the words I thought would never come out of my mouth "I'm yours" I whispered. In an instant his fingers were jerked back in me causing an explosive moan to come out of me as he drove me to orgasm with just his fingers. Read to find out more

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HIS name is Madara Uchiha. He's strong, cold-hearted, and he's emotionless person. HER name is Naomi Uzumaki. She's strong, violent, and she is a cheerful person. Naomi has a LOVER and he's name is Sasuke Uchiha. They loved each other until Madara came. And Madara has interest of her. What a silly love triangle. How about if they meet? Could they be friends or more than friends?