CAUTION MATURE CONTENT: 18 years or older advised Travis kissed his way down her stomach and pulled both or her hands into one of his when she tried to cover her stomach. We all have scars sweetpea. It makes us who we are and shows everyone else that we have conquered a trying time in our lives. He made his way down until he came to her slick folds and buried his face into her. Her back arched off the table as she felt an almost painful yet delicious sensation come over her.

Nevaeah McKinley is a pop star just like zayn,the only difference is she has an attitude when its needed,they are both madly in love with each other and cant wait till they are married which.and just like zayn's song pillow talk thats how they are. ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2 @ESCAPE-REALITY94 (for some parts u may not be able to read it unless you follow me)

After losing both parents and being left alone Ember decided to move out of Seattle and head down to La Push.Where she has a run in with a certain little Hot head who just so happens to imprint on her. "Read to find out what happens between Ember and Paul.Will she put up with his short fuse of a temper or will she leave and ignore the whole imprinting ordeal" © rights reserved to me Miranda N - escape-reality94

Nevaeh and Stephen knew when they started off dating that they were mates, so they didn't have to go through that heartbreak of breaking up when they were meant to be. © rights reserved to me Miranda N - escape-reality94 I got this book idea from other stories NOT STOLEN (pictures come from Pinterest and bing.com .....not mine)

some parts will have mature 18+ No the chapters won't give warning) this is all mine so all rights are reserved to me escape-reality94) (NOT EDITED)

( contains mature language and scenes, mention of blood, and violence) (I dont own Henry Cavill. He is his own person. This book is for readers' pleasure and entertainment.) (I do own all right to this book) ( I dont own the lyrics or pics its pinterest, bing, and google)

When it comes to crowds or even a small group of people, Aurora Price, is shy, very reserved and doesn't talk much. She shrinks into her shell. The only two people she's comfortable around are her brother's Griffin and Max. When she's at home chilling with her brothers, she's sassy, bubbly and always singing and dancing. She has the voice of an angel, and the body of a goddess... but... she's broken in her soul. She's been abused and doesn't trust anyone but her brother's. They've bounced from foster home to foster home... but no one wanted to keep two gay boys and a shy, timid little girl. Until...... Oliver Stone... Tattooed from his neck to his hips, light grey eyes that look like smoke, 6ft 2 and nothing but muscle. Girls drool and immediately drop their panties at the sight of him and he knows it. He ruthless, bloodthirsty, powerful and a cold blooded killer. On the streets they call him "Ghost"... Rumors say it's because if you piss him off or mess with his crew, you'll never see him coming... you'll never predict when your death will happen... but you can trust that it will. He likes to play with his victims.. that is... until he crosses paths with shy little Aurora. She tamed the beast and she doesn't even know his name. .................................... "Hello there little one." He whispered as his arms wrapped tighter around me. Of all the times and places I fall, it has to be right now and in the arms of a god!? "What's your name beautiful?".... Did he just call me beautiful? I couldn't speak... I was too busy dealing with a panic attack to tell this sculpted god anything. Why was he asking anyways? No one takes an interest in me... Ever. "What's the matter angel? Do I frighten you that much?" He loosened his grip... I manage a small nod. He smiles and gently brushes his nose against mine.. my brother's call that Eskimo kissing. Whatever that means. "No need to be afraid of me sweetheart. I would never hurt an angel like you."

Rowan was just here to be a ghostwriter. Investigating a small town's folklore and its connection to a real life murder wasn't part of his contract. ***** Rowan Underwood promised himself he'd do one last gig as a ghostwriter, tired of hearing everyone say how good of an opportunity it is. Bags packed, he moves to a small town in Nova Scotia, hands full of mythology and folklore books to write the work of a lifetime, and even has the help of Isla Guerreiro, small and fierce. When the myths become reality, when he's not entirely sure reality is what it appears to be, Rowan must do everything in his power to find out the truth about a murder before his name cannot be cleared any longer. [[WATTPAD FEATURED STORY]] [[WATTYS 2019 WINNER]] Content warnings: This story contains some scenes of violent nature. © 2017 caterina george // all rights reserved

I was always a huge fan of Stephen James ♥-♥. More like fangirl but yeah. I'm always stalking his instagram and latest updates on him. One day I find out his number. I call it right away (most ppl wouldn't or just hesitate like it's their first number from a boy lol), he surprisingly answers on the third ring. He doesn't seem to have any intention on hanging up because me being the straightforward person I am, tell him how I got his number and that I'm a huge fan. He seems cool just like how he is in his photos. And his voice is just 'oh my' sexy. I am surprised that he doesn't ask me how I look, because he doesn't know much about me and he's starting a whole conversation. What happens when I accidentally sleep with him?!

*SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING* Recently fired, Grace Winfield, is taken to gym by force in order to accompany her best friend. In just one day her life is turn upside down when she catches the attention of a very well man, Oliver Mathias while working out in the gym. He is rich and rumored to be a dark man. Grace leaves hoping to never see his face again but what will happen when Grace's new job turns out to be serving this man as his personal assistant. Join them on their tough journey of love and lust. My intros are not the best but please just give this story a chance.