Vrei să jigneşti pe cineva fără să îl înjuri şi nu şi cum? Aici găseşti soluția!

Hei , cartea este scrisa din primele luni in care am descoperit aceasta aplicatie minunata , nu o sa ma apuc sa o editez ,pentru ca o sa am alte idei si nu o sa mai fie la fel și va rog încetați cu comentariile negative stiu ca nu este perfecta , nici pe aproape , dar asta este ea. #8 - adolescenți 19 /11/2017😘😘 #4- adolescenți 4/12/2017 😘😘😍 #5- adolescenți 12/12/2017😘😍 #6- 23/01/2018 #5-25/02/2018 #2-19/05/2018 #1

El este fratele meu.... Vitreg.

Poveste by : AlexaSwaggie . Va pup . Speer sa va placa povestea scrisa de ea .

Kira Smith e Demonul curselor ilegale si bad girl.Il intalneste pe Adam Blake la pista,el fiind ca un rege al curselor.Oare in final...Cineva ii va desparti?Se iubesc cu adevarat?

-Fiecare inger are demonul sau. -Daca tu esti ingerul , atunci lasa-ma pe mine sa port coarnele Povestea este realizata si cu ajutorul lui @CristinaMitrea

"- L-am vazut! Era el, jur. As recunoaste ochii aceia oriunde! - E imposibil. El nu se mai intoarce."

Oamenii normali prefera sa se distreze la petreceri sau acasa cu familia, insa ce se intampla cu oamenii plini de bani si cu o inima goala? Singurul site din lume ce depaseste cotele internetului si ajunge in viata reala pare cea mai potrivita idee. Deci, platesti sau vrei sa fii platit? Privesti, sau vrei sa fii privit?

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.

- Ce i-ai facut? - Nimic. E fericita. Asa fericita ca nu isi aminteste de nimeni."