A Mini Collection Of Rated R Stories. More Like Samples They May Be Two Or Three Non Rated R Added Inn. This Is Book 1, and Book 2 Is on my profile. Think Of These Stories as samples to a better Rated R collection. Copyright © 2012 Adele Ceey All right reserved

Just a bunch of short stories, stories that have been playing on my mind for a while and they need to find away of getting out.

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what if bella never got hurt on their honeymoon and edward was more than willing to after that first night.

A collection of sexy One-Shots. Everyone has them. A character who you wish ended up with another on a show or series, a movie in which you just fangirl over the main character, or an actor whose bones you'd jump if you ever got the chance. These are a series of short stories and one-shots that (hopefully) live up to all those expectations.

^^THE AMAZING COVER CURRENTLY USED FOR THIS BOOK WAS MADE BY @Olga_GOA! ******* This book contains a compilation of one-shots/short stories, each given a recommended age rating (PG, M15+, R18+) based on content. Details for requests can be found on the 'Requests' update. Top 100 in Tags: ~writingprompts - #1 (30/11/2018) ~xxxmistress - #1 (11/12/2019) ~dilf - #7 (10/8/2019) ~smutshots - #9 (20/11/2019) ~literotica - #30 (1/3/2019) ~oneshotcollection - #64 (18/9/2018) ~lemons - #90 (24/9/2018) ~shortstory - #92 (19/3/2019) !!WARNING!!! Contains: strong frequent coarse language, drug use, sexual references, strong sexual content, intense torture. Leah Hillson. ©2017- [ONGOING]!!

For Mature Audiences Only. These are the detailed chapters of my books and contain some explicit language as well as sexual content. Read at your own risk.

** #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.