ｗａｒｎｉｎｇ | The following story contains vulgar language and sexual scenes that might be offensive to some readers. So don't go complaining in the comment section because you've been warned... • • • Being 17 is hard. It's even harder when you're basically taking care of your mother who's a drug addict and young brother. It's also hard dealing with the murder of your father and the lost friendship it caused. It's hard being alone, and even harder knowing you've caused it yourself. Maria is living this hard life, with built up anger, and resentment towards her mother and the murder. She is sent to the new counselor to "help" her with moving on from her past. But is this new counselor just a bandage covering Maria's true problems, or is he what she needs to fix it all? • • • My nails dig into his shoulders, those gray eyes beaming through me as I loudly moan his name, Mr. Wolfe. He places his free hand over my mouth, muffling my lust filled moans. "Call me Nate." He whispers. Nate pulls out his fingers and takes a couple steps back, looking over my burning body, craving just his touch. "Come over tonight." He tucks another card in my bra, then softly kisses my forehead as he walks out of his office. "See you tonight around 5, Miss. Moore." // chapter two • • • This is my first Wattpad story so I hope you enjoy it my lovelies! -AveryLeā

WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT AND PROFANE LANGUAGE. 18 AND OLDER ADVISED. ALL RIGHTS RIGHTS RESERVED. AIR is all I could think as I woke up drenched in sweat. I had been having this dream about the most handsome guy I had ever seen. He had the body of a God. No make that a Greek God. You know the ones the made sculptures of in the ancient times. Only this guy was way sexier. I didnt have a clue who he was. All I knew was that he couldn't exist. THIS IS MY FIRST STORY ON WATTPAD SO PLEASE GIVE IT A TRY YOU WONT BE SORRY :)

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Phe-Phe has a past that not much people know about , she becomes a Kindergarten teacher and catches the eye of one of her student's father, which becomes dangerously endearing and quite pleasurable. But as they say, when you think people aren't noticing your dirty deeds, someone always is, like August, August Alsina that is. They hurt each other to a point where pain never hurts so good and they fall into a deep fiery abyss of Love and Passion, that is Intense and intoxicating beyond measures. Her prude, sheepish and vain attitude turns into clay has he shapes her over again, as if she were his canvas. No surrenders , no survivors, can lead a narrow path and people get trampled, stomping all over the endless garden which they lay in. [STORY CONTAINS GRAMMATICAL ERRORS--ALSO SEXUAL AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE FOR DEVELOPMENT AND DRAMA OF NOVEL FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY ,YOU HAVE BEEN INFORMED AND WARNED] ©2014 All Rights Reserved