Nadia Deaton used to think she was just a normal teenage girl. She went to school, spent her afternoons with her best friends, and tried her best to stay out of trouble - which wasn't easy in a town like Beacon Hills. She was kind, curious, and just a little too good at noticing things other people ignored. Everything was normal... except for her dreams. Those, she tried to ignore - the flickers of fire, shadows in the trees, whispers that sounded almost human. They didn't make sense, and pretending they didn't matter was easier than asking what they meant. But then one night, she and her friends went into the woods looking for a dead body. And it was all downhill from there. Because something changed that night - in the air, in the town, and deep inside Nadia herself. Since then, the world hasn't felt quite the same. Nadia doesn't know what's coming - but whatever it is, it's been waiting for her.

Drew remembered the little girl who befriended him when no one else would. He remembered her long braids and her cocoa butter scent. And when he found her again, he swore to never let go. He made a silent promise; that no matter where he went or what he was doing, he'd always come back to her.

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

Spencer wraps the blanket tighter around us causing me to melt into him further. He sweeps my wet hair over my shoulder while I stare out towards the golden sunset. He plants a kiss on my temple before nuzzling his face into my neck. "Thank you," He whispers. I run my fingers through his soft curls, "For what?" "For showing me life doesn't always have to be so serious," He sighs. "I don't know what I did before you," He mutters, almost like it wasn't for me to hear.

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ x the vampire diaries. ❀ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ꜱᴋʏ. ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ (ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ), ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ❀ ᴵ ᵒᶜ ˣ ˢᵗᵉᶠᵃⁿ ˢᵃˡᵛᵃᵗᵒʳᵉ ᴵ 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘝𝘈𝘔𝘗𝘐𝘙𝘌 𝘋𝘐𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘚, 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 - 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 - updated version - @2024