[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]

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

r e a d nice guys b e f o r e y o u r e a d t h i s. nice guys finish last but bad boys finish first only because they're chased down. # some high rank in s h o r t s t o r y

about a girl who loved everyone and forgot herself along the way. # some high rank in s h o r t s t o r y

about a boy who loved a girl & never loved himself enough that he lost everything. # some high rank in s h o r t s t o r y

"Maybe some stories are just supposed to end sad." Book 1 * * * Everyone is more alike then we think. When two people from different walks of life meet on a small bridge in the lower east end of Brooklyn, they confide into one another, but just as fast and life changes for the best it turned to the worst. ©Kayse the Savior| 2016

They stood out, and because of it they were all best friends. ©Kayse the Savior #228 in short story[5-30-2015] #195 in short story [11-2-2015] #39 in short story [11-5-2015] #32 in short story [11-8-2015] celebrating one year on wattpad. (Feb 28)