[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

"And as I looked down at the sleeping body beside me... My chest started to feel all fuzzy. I reached down, pushing back a lock of his messy, crazy pitch black hair. I let my fingers linger and traced them down his sharp jaw, to the curve of his chin and I ran my thumb over those parted rosy, plump lips. His wild eyes were closed and in the low light, his long lashes left shadows on his cheekbones. The typical smell of roses and cigarettes wafted off of him but once again, I found it... comfortable. His strong arms gripped me tighter and as light of a sleeper as Abel was, I was afraid to move thinking that I would wake him up and lose out on this rare sight of a calm Abel. I stared down at him and all that I could do was smile and think, how could anyone ever call this adorable dork a monster?" Riley Love is moving. That's right, you've heard it here first, folks. The golden boy, who everyone loves, adores, and aspires to be is moving in a couple of weeks. Honestly? He's not happy about it. His whole life is here! He's worked his whole life to get great grades, do great in sports, and get into his dream college, which happens to be thirty minutes outside of his home town. But there's nothing that Riley can do to stop the move; he can only live it up while he's still here. That's where Abel Mitchell comes into play. Abel is a hotheaded, stubborn, troublemaker with a bit of a wild side. Feared by all except his trusty sidekick, Kala, Abel tends to stick to himself and live life however he wants while everyone else ignores him in order to keep from making him angry. Judged based on how he looks, dresses, and where he lives, only one person other than Kala can see Abel's soft side. ***WARNING WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS BOYXBOY GAY SEX*** ***IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THEN BE A BABE AND GET OFF MY PAGE*** This is once again going to be a fairly short story, not sure how short yet, much like one of my other books, The Fear of Falling Apart, which is only sixteen chapters!

[Completed] "Can I sit here?" A boy with dark brown hair asks as he rests his arm on the counter. She looks up into his green eyes, "Yeah go ahead." The boy takes a seat, ordering a cold beer. "You here alone?" He asks, taking a sip of his beverage. "Yeah, I needed a break from work." She smiled, then took a sip of her Manhattan. "Stressful day?" He turned his body, so he was facing her. She turned her head, "More like a stressful month." She let out a little laugh. "I hope it gets better for you." He grinned. "Thanks, I'm Aaliyah by the way." She smiled at the boy, who then smiled back, showing off his white teeth. "I'm Austin" [2016]

"Count backwards from ten." The words escaped my mouth, echoing off the walls until they hit the old man's ears. He flinched, I could smell the sweat pouring out his pores, along with the shit he just dumped in his slacks. "Ten," He finally spoke once feeling the cold metal in the back of his head. "Nine." He shuddered, whimpering for mercy as I buried deeper. "Eight." However, he did not spoke the words of mercy, the old man knew it was no way of getting out of this, no way of running. "Seven." I took the safety off, the loud click made him whimper even more, shake as if it were Antartica and also sweat as if he were in the middle of the Congo. I, on the other hand, felt nothing. How can you feel anything for someone you only met just five minutes ago? "Si-" The old man didn't finish, I was getting tired of his voice and the smell of shit in the air. His body fell flat, a pool of blood formed quickly- just what I wanted to see. No second kill shot, no time wasted to see if he were actually dead. Quick, fast, and neat.

. . . . . While every other room was filled with your typical everyday school supplies, his was more of a play room than anything else. Like some kind of sex dungeon for those people with sex kinks would have. His hand lightly grasped my neck, as he applied light pressure. I was scared this was our last session, before he was going to drop me like the rest of his woman. I let my fingers trail down his torso, to the hem of boxers, wanting to go further than that. We were so close, I could smell his after aftershave. His jaw line that clinched whenever he was angry, making it much more entertaining in class. I was getting impatient with his slow pace, so I decided to make the first move. As soon as our lips connected, I could feel the guilt. But it was too late, all I could do now was enjoy, while it lasted. . .

If you search up the definition of normal on google, you'll get this: nor·mal ˈnôrməl/ adjective 1. conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected. And then some sentence with the word in it. If you look up the opposite of normal, the antonym, you'll get a picture of Jacqueline. A girl who's life is been beyond ordinary since the day of the fire that changed her life. Foster home to foster, she's lived every life imaginable. The rich, the middle class, the poor, even once as the drug dealer's daughter. Now, is her eleventh one. One with a no good foster sister who's always plotting against her, A supportive brother who doesn't always have her back, but good intentions nonetheless, foster parents who actually care, and the boy two miles over who's always by her side when it counts. Follow Jacqueline as she learns what real love and friendship is while grasping the mystery behind the fire that killed her parents in Jacqueline. ______ Started: 7.4.17 Finished: 5.16.18 WARNING: This book mentions/hints at mature things such as rape, but nothing ever really gets too intense. Warning will be on top of chapter, if needed:) DISCLAIMER: As far as I know, I made almost everything in this book up. If you feel otherwise, do private message me and I'll happily give credit. ALL IMAGES DO NOT BELONG TO ME IN ANYWAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. I got them from google or Instagram. Highest rankings: #36 in Mystery/Thriller 12.25.17 #87 in Chicklit 9.30.17 #225 in Short story 8.17.17 #294 in Teen Fiction 12.21.17

¦Cassandra Payne is one of the best pastry chefs on the West Coast. While in the middle of the "Wedding Madness Month", her busiest time of the year, she meets a tall mysterious stranger who regularly visits her store. He is gorgeous but not her usual type. He may be handsome and charming but he's also white. Evan Gillies has a sweet tooth. The beautiful, curvy baker doesn't seem to be aware of his existance, all she wants to do is bake. But the two are soon drawn together by a force so strong that the two have no control of the results. Maybe chocolate and vanilla do mix

(English - Unedited - In Revision) Lisa Stanely is a 22 year old full-figured college student who has been told that she wouldn't be good enough until she lost weight her entire life but that never stopped her from doing her own thang! Her mind set has always has been, "Fuck everyone! My body is sexy and there is someone who will want all of me!" Little does she know, the chant shes always said was about to come true in the form of David Albanese. Ever since setting his eyes on Lisa, he's been head over heels in love. She just doesn't know it yet.