"MY NYMPHOMANIAC SECRETARY." WRITTEN BY: Arah_Hara/Ara Mae Estrope She's Sandra Chavez Smith, The Richest, Smartest, The Only Child, She's Sexy and she's goddamn HOT!, Owner Or Their Own Companies and Resort Here and out of the country, she's good at dancing specially in any kinds of clubs and bars. ShE really love seeing boys looking at her while their ass are angry, She loves good KISSER and Having A Big D*CK! But she did'nt do MAKE LOVE to them, she only gives a PLEASURE But not her CORE.. But because of the man named DAVE MONTEFALCO everything was gone/change, no more bars, outings, make love to the other guy and no more VIRGINITY, because of him her CORE was gone, just because of the MISTAKES happen between her and Dave. Now She's not a VIRGIN ANYMORE!..

❝and she embraced the chaos as it painted her life with purpose.❞ [CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN]

"I know you're a virgin but have you never been touched?" He asked, sliding his other hand down onto her leg. "What makes you say that?" Kat breathed, bracing her hands on the counter. "You react like someone who's never felt another's touch," Nex whispered, slipping his thumb under the band of her shorts. "So, have you not?" Kat opened her mouth to speak but stopped when his hand slid up from her leg, gliding up her stomach and stopping just below her breast. "Not even here?" He asked, following the curve of her breast with one finger, not touching, staying just below as he dragged it back and forth. "What about here?" He asked, sliding his hand down from her ribs to the bottom of her shorts then around to her butt, fingers nearly grazing it as he inched them up, under her pajamas. "I can say with certainty, never here," he said, lowering his other hand under the waistband of her shorts, touching the top of her underwear. "No, you've definitely never felt that before. I can hear your heart racing, I can feel your breathing, I can smell your body responding like it's never experienced these sensations before," he whispered, sliding a finger just underneath the band. "Should I answer its call?" #1 in demons on 6/15 -6/17/20! Again on 6/20 and 6/22-6/23! Sweet and innocent Katherine has a routine and is a little tightly wound. She was simply trying to rehearse lines for an audition. Next thing she knows, she's reading out loud her Latin lines and suddenly someone appears, claiming to be a demon she summoned to kill someone for her. Turns out demons can be hot. And he's getting pissed off she won't give him a name so he can kill and go home. The problem is, pissed off turns into something else and before he knows it, he wants to take away some of that innocence and loosen her up, or better yet, tie her up make her his. This is only available until Nov 1st, after that only on Patreon until published

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The corner of his mouth tilts upward slightly. I smile again. A smile!? A tiny one, but still. "Hm. So I got you to smile, that's progress, yeah? Can I get your name now?" I ask, swinging my feel a little. He shakes his head shyly, his mouth not moving at all. Geez! Why do I want to hear this dude talk so much? "Okay, that's fine. I can give you a nickname." I offer happily. He looks up from his book, raising his eyebrows. I just stare for a moment. He has nice eyes. Pretty brown chocolate orbs. They remind me so much of....... "Teddy." He shakes his head immediately, frowning. "What, why not? You remind me of my old teddy bear. He was a good listener and he didn't talk much..... just like you." I say softly, tilting my head. He continues to shake his head. I fold my arms, leaning back in my seat. "Yeah, it's definitely sticking. Teddy.....It has a nice ring to it, yeah?" He sighs, the first sound I have ever heard him make. "No." . . . *Jordan* Teddy!? Seriously!? She gave me a fucking NICKNAME!? What the hell does this girl want!? I stuff my hands into my pockets, walking down the busy street. Forget about her. She's just a annoying pretty girl, she'll go away. Everybody does. She HAS to go away. *Spoiler alert*: she doesn't. Don't get close to people or they'll end up getting hurt. That's my mindset. I've been through enough of that. This girl doesn't belong in my world anyway. She's too innocent. *Mature content* {Just a quick update, I am basically rewriting the story. I wrote it when I was in 8th grade and it makes me cringe every time I try to go back and edit it so keep in mind that it'll get better}

New kids. I hate em. I also hate Tia for making this guy think that we are friends, I never planned on making new friends. Especially with him of all people. "Are you alright?" He asks, concern filling his voice. "I have to get to class." I mutter, taking a deep breath as he steps back reluctantly. It's like there's no such thing as personal space wherever he's from. I open my locker to grab my books. "Okay, well...I will walk you." He offers politely. I roll my eyes, finally turning to look at him. His left hand is behind his back. I narrow my eyes. "Hello." He waves a little, his cheeks a little red. My eye twitches. I hate how adorable this guy is. Why does he have to be so shy and cute? Why do I always feel like pinching his cheeks every time he opens his mouth? He sounds like a little English man, talking formally. Who is this guy and where the hell did he come from? Why can't he be a jerk like every other guy around? "You don't have to walk me to cla..." I trail off as he hesitantly raises his hand and gently brushes aside a piece of my hair. "Ah, that is better. You should refrain from trying to hide your eyes from people, they are very beautiful." Being caught off guard is something I'm not used to experiencing. I freeze as he leans in, his amazing smell going straight up my nose and to my brain. On man, he smells like a grown man. My eyes widen after hearing what he says next. "Quinoa, vous êtes trés têtu. Mais je un peu comme vous, vous êtes très différent." He whispers softly in my ear, his voice sending vibrations through my body. Oh my God. French. No way. This guys is literally from the best place on Earth and I'm just now finding out? I think I'll just go in the corner and quietly die now, thank you.

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We're always drawn to something we can't have. I just happen to be drawn to a criminal, a man who is beyond the pale. "Mi Amor, put the knife down." His words were so calm and husky. They weren't suppose to arouse her. She was holding on to the butcher knife with her dear life. "How do you know where I live! You shouldn't be here." Her voice wobbled, the first sharp stab of anxiety hit her when he took a step towards her. Why was he here? She stared in fear at the man in front of her. His naked chest glistened with sweat, his body tight, muscly and toned. Mouth watering. In the dim light of her kitchen, her eyes managed to travel over the tattoos on his right peck and bicep. "I shouldn't, but I am." He gave a slow sexy smile at her as he put his hands up in surrender. Her eyes widened at the evident bulge that was restricted in his black sweat pants. "Get out!" Before she knew it, he had lunged at her. Her knife now at her throat. "Silencio." Book Cover by Createdforyou

Emma is human. Emma likes her life in her small predictable town. At least she thought it was predictable, that is until she is brought into a town much like her own within the woods that surround her home. Roman is a shifter. Roman is the alpha of the Dark Crimson Pack. When their two worlds collide everything happens very quickly. Emma has to stop herself from getting swept up into the world of the shifters. But when Roman looks at her with his eyes of liquid gold and a body of sin it's not an easy task to deny him. Roman has to protect Emma at all costs because if he fails his life might as well be over, and the rouge shifters prowling around know this. Emma has it hard trying to balance everything about her new life with Roman, whilst desperately trying to cling onto her human life. Things are about to get crazy. Some mature scenes. #1 in shifter ♥ - 22/02/19 *I don't own the rights to the some of the images used in this book, but I do own the story. ©