[COMPLETED] pairings are not limited to wine. this story sits well on the tongue with the art teacher - rufus wainwright :) "Unity is what makes art complete." Mr. Styles said. His eyes glancing over to me as he spoke. "Unity is what makes artwork whole." A unified design is greater than the sum of its parts; the des...
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...
[COMPLETED] *Story contains MATURE and EXPLICIT content* "This just can't happen" I tell him, as I start to walk past him. I come to a halt when his hand catches my arm. He presses his chest against my back and leans his face down to rest his lips near my ear "Why can't it? Leah I know I'm not the only one who feels t...
Harry lives in a world of black, white, and grey. Colour doesn't mix nor does it belong in the realm of business that solely grasps his mind. There was no way out; but he doesn't want that. The passion he has for his career, made him strive his way to the top, creating an empire of success with pure admiration. Seren...
"Hey, Sierra" he said, wetting his cherry lips with his tongue while staring at me, a somewhat amused look in his green irises. And in that moment, I realised that I was screwed. [BOOK TWO - read Artwork first] 2/11/19 #86 in fanfiction
This bad boy had the smell of a delicate flower. COVER, MADE BY ME. WARNING : USE OF STRONG LANGUAGE, ABUSIVE AND POSSIBLY SEXUAL.
"let's play a fun game of hide and seek... the fun part is, you can't hide." harry styles daddy kink achievements: #97 in fan fiction This story is now in revision stages and I will be uploading more parts and fixing the many grammatical errors that this book has. Bare with me.
"I just want them all to rot in hell,Daddy." "We could actually make that happen." A story where Lana and her sugar daddy ruin prom night.
"-I hate you so much!- I scream at the top of my lungs. Instead of screaming back, he comes closer, puts one hand on my hip and the other hand on my cheek, and says: -Oh, but baby, you can't hate me, we are meant to be."
in which a seventeen-years-old runs a blog about the crush she has on her twenty-eight-years-old teacher and he sees it. © reputeation This story is a mess and I apologize for it. Read at your own risk. Sequel is available.
*Mature and Explicit Content* "If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?" ---------- I watch as Harrys breathing shallows, his eyes glazing over as his brows furrow "You really want that?" I nod without missing a beat, assuring him "I really do, is that okay with you?" "Fuck Joey, how wouldn't it be okay with me? The...