"Lay still for me, let daddy play with his doll" he growled. I whimpered pulling against the ropes keeping me from touching him. That's all I wanted to do was touch him or for fucks sakes Touch me! "What's wrong little one? Can't wait?" Damen smirked. "Mmmp" is all I could muster up with the bright pink gag in my mouth.

after a one night stand, the billionaire, Alexander Wilson, never knew that he had a 6- year old daughter. What happens when they meet again, and Alexander finds out that, Becca Anderson, his ex- co worker and ex-friend, lied to him and kept his daughter a secret Check the story out to find out what happens next with the little family cover made by the amazing @m_rainberry

I love him. It's as simple as that. Three words. Three syllables. Eight Letters, two spaces and my whole heart. I would say it a million times if it would make him love me, I am in love with Daniel Reed, the Alpha of the Dusk Killers Pack. I am in love with his every curve, edge and mark. I fell in love with his smile, his laugh, and even his smirk. I may not be in love with him by choice since we are mates. But I would have loved him even if we weren't, and I actually think I did. My name is Evelyn Owens. Daughter of no one. Luna of no one. Lover of no one. Her name is Martha Hale. Daughter of two. Luna of the Dusk Killers Pack. Lover of Daniel Reed. All because he chose her.

imagines about the sweet, tall and gorgeous Canadian boy with the perfect voice and breathtaking smile who stole my heart

Keep reading to find out. It's on hold for the mean time. This book is not properly written it's very bad pls don't read it if u want a book with proper grammar and I don't appreciate rude or bad comments. Thank you

At first glance, nobody would be able to tell that Nathaniel Jean had a problem. Or second glance, or third, or fourth. After all, he had everything. He was a captain of his school's soccer team and one of the top players in the state. He had a big house and money to spend. He had family, he had friends, he had fun, he had faith. He never meant for it to happen. He never wanted to look at another man in the way he should have been looking at a woman. The idea had disgusted him for most of his life - living in a heavily Catholic town with heavily Catholic parents, homophobia was the only response he knew. That didn't change when he first realized that he didn't like girls. No, Nathaniel Jean was still homophobic. He hated the idea of a man sleeping with another man. He was raised on the notion that all gays went to hell, and he believed it. He despised them, and so he despised himself. Nathaniel Jean was more fortunate than most, because help did arrive for him. Help by the name of Lucas Morgan, they boy he'd always known but never known. The boy with big dreams and bigger talent. The boy that changed Nathaniel's life over the course of their thirty-six week long senior year.

"The moment that Jordan Shearer steps into the classroom, Lee knows that he's not from around here." Preslash short between two boys from two very different backgrounds. Ingredients: two cups of Glasgow Patter; one teaspoon of NED; a tablespoon of callow middle class; a cup of general teenage incompetence; and an entire quart of UST.