{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

This story is rated 18-A! Due to explicit context and mature sexual scenes. Read at your own risk! You have been warned :) After Hailey graduates from high school at the top of her class and gets into the University of her dreams, her life takes a turn for the worse. Her parents only agree to let her move to the city to attend University in the fall if she moves in with her brother Chase, and his good for nothing best friend Link. Link and Chase tormented Hailey when she was a child. Instead of having one jerk of an older brother, she got two. For as long as she could remember Link was there with her brother. He even had his own bedroom at their house. Hailey lost count of the many times the two boys put her in the hospital with multiple different injuries. Now older and more matured Hailey moves in with the boys only to have Link start coming on to her, putting her in steamy situations with no way out. Stealing naughty kisses at ungodly hours. Teasing sexually all while his best friend sleeps in the room down the hall. ---------------------------------- (Sneak peak) His hands roamed up my back and to the back of my neck where he gripped it and held my head still, he bit my lower lip and sucked it in between his teeth. A whimper came from me this time, shocking us both. His hands moved from my neck back down my back until they were right above my ass, I could feel him clenching and unclenching his fists trying to decided if he should move lower or not. I kissed him harder moving my tongue into his mouth trying to tell him it was fine. My motion must have worked because the next thing I knew his hands were cupping my ass squeezing it and keeping a firm grip on it. This caused my body to respond, grinding my hips harder into his groin, a low growl came from him, he moved his lips from mine and kissed down my jawline and down my neck where he stopped at the soft skin between my neck and my shoulder. He paused for a moment before another whimper came out.

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[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

Every King needs a Queen. Sebastian isn't going to let his slip away, no matter how hard she tries. +++++ Sequel to Million Dollar Man

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

***** MATURE CONTENT**** WARNING!! RATED R 18+ only This is a short, to the point book. I didn't want a lot of background and details. Just a satisfying quick read He is the definition of sex. Dark features, gauged ears, tattoos, and attitude. He makes my body come alive with just his eyes. I wonder what he could do with his hands.. His name is Devon.. And he's My brother's roommate...

❌WARNING: VERY MATURE ❌ |Completed| 20-year-old lingerie/lewd model for vogue and Victoria Secret, Kat Lovelace. 21-year-old sexually frustrated, amazing photographer, Ryder Bane. The two are paired together as permanent pairs in a Victoria Secret modeling competition getaway. He's staring at her all day in nothing but a few delicate laces. She's finding it fun to tease the fuck out of him while he's working. They hate each other. But they can't keep their hands off each other. They're playing a dangerous game, for the rules state there can be NO intimacy between the pairs. {Reached #1 in Model} {Reached #1 in Dominant} {Reached #1 in Risky} {Reached #1 in lovehaterelationships} {Reached #5 in lust} {Reached #2 in Lingerie}

***MATURE CONTENT*** 18+ ONLY Morgan Summers loses her long time job at a book store, leaving her with a pile of bills and rent due. She has no choice but to apply for a job a bar with her best friend Liv to make ends meet... But the owner is nothing like what she expected. Tyler Rhoades is brooding, mad at the world, and likes to take out his emotions on the people around him. Will Morgan let Tyler walk all over her like she does everyone else? Or will they break eachother's walls down.... This is a fun filled adventure of emotions, alcohol, and lust filled outbursts.

"Follow me," he said gruffly. "But I- ," I stopped when I saw the dark look he gave me. Instead I just looked down and quietly followed him. Once we reached his office I walked inside and immediately shuttered at the draft. Promptly the door slammed shut causing me to jump and it followed by the clicking of the lock. I swallowed the lump down my throat, an ounce of fear trickling through me. "What did I say about running?" He asked in a low, husky voice. "No running," whispered back, not sure if he heard. "And, do you remember what I said would happen next time I caught you running?" He asked. I nodded, my heart thumping extremely loudly in my chest. "Excellent, now bend over the desk," he ordered.