"How much do I pay to get a lap dance like that?" He asked standing behind the stunning girl wearing only a lace thong and bra with matching heels that put her to his tall 6'2. The beautiful girl didn't say anything to him just motioned for him to fallow her. He intensely watched her back side as she walked. She walked into the back room and turned around, that's when the worst thing happened, she turned and faced him. She's the girl who sits in the back of the class room glasses on the bridge of her nose book shoved in her face. She's the girl guys joke about having to look at. She's the girl other girls laugh at and ask her if she gets her clothes at good will. She's the girl who wears baggy large clothes even though she has a better body then most girls. She is Isabella. He's the star football player. Quarter back to be specific. He's the guy who walks the halls with pride. He's the son of the richest man in town. He gets all the girls. He can do anything without even trying. He's the guy everyone envies. He's the guy every girl wants. He has the rest of his life ahead of him. He is perfect. He is Ethan. When Ethan and his friends go to a strip club on the other side of town to celebrate Ethan's 19th birthday he doesn't expect to see an extremely attractive girl giving another man a lap dance. Nor did he expect to know her. Or a mate. Isabella did not think she would ever see one of those guys at her club. Well technically it wasn't her's she just worked there. As a stripper she's been there since she was sixteen. She needed the money they needed a girl and she knew damn well she wasn't working for those spoiled ass rich kids parents.

#1 dealingwithdepression (7/26/19) #1 sexlessons (4/3/20) #5 lessons (10/9/19) Angelina Lee and Brett West have remained thick as thieves ever since the age of 4. They are now at the ripe age of 17 teetering on the edge of adulthood, all while dealing with a lot more than they ever thought they would. Angelina's family issues seem to be thickening while Brett's family seems to go months without being seen or heard from. With everything pounding them into a new shape, their comes new questions. After Angelina reveals that she is a virgin in every way, Brett offers up a sort of lessons to get her prepared for that special someone. The question of their friendship is now on the line for something maybe more than friends? Will Angelina and Brett keep it strictly lessons? What happens when others start to have an attraction to her; Especially with Angelina's newfound voice? -------- "You're gonna pay for this little miss mmm." My eyes widened as he mimicked my moan almost identically! I pushed his shoulder before rolling over. "Aww, Angel. Forgive me. You're just so cute when you moan." Brett rolled on top of me and all I was able to do was roll my eyes. "Seriously though." Suddenly seriousness was flooding through his voice once again as he spoke. "Are you good? It wasn't to bad was it?" " Brett- I can promise you that I'm 100 percent good. Maybe even a little better." A smirk licked across Brett's face. "Remember, they're just lessons Angel." ---------

"Will you let me make it up to you?" He asked in a whisper. I whispered a 'yes' before feeling his lips softly touch mine. The soft-touch turned into that eager want. One small kiss made all the pent-up anger go away. My body let go once his touch rippled through my skin. "I'm still mad at you," I said with a sigh as his lips pattered down my neck. His fingers grazed my shoulder as they made their way to my back, pulling down the zipper to my playsuit. "Figures," He murmured, kissing my now bare shoulder. My fingers skimmed his white t-shirt, trying to find the edge. His lips kissed onwards from my neck down to my chest, a kiss to each naked breast before returning to my lips. The light kisses that gave and caused little pleasure soon turned into lust. Heavy lust, it had me breathing heavily and feeling as if I was in heaven. Dorian always made me feel like I was in heaven. The one thing Alena Richards wanted to do was open an art gallery in The Hamptons and live the rest of her life happily and quietly. But fate had other ideas when billionaire, Dorian Bradley, asks her for help one night. A desire for each other could lead to the dangerous truth that was hidden. All rights reserved. 2020 Rewrite

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

'Just another cliché.' ------------ Every good girl needs a bad boy. It's just logic. Even Amoret, the naive girl from England knew this. She just wasn't expecting it. But who ever is? ------------ All Love has ever wanted to do was take control of her life, and make her own choices for herself. Finally, this comes in the form of moving to her brother's home in America and living in a house of eleven boys, all just to escape her father's wrath. It isn't easy, especially being financially cut off from her parents, but she makes it work, falling in love quickly with Greyson. But Greyson leads to numerous issues. Is he in a gang? Does he fight? Does he race? All three? Who knows. Her brother, apparently. It's kind of a wrong place, wrong time thing, however, this naive girl suddenly becomes the focus of the resident bad boy. And everyone knows how that turns out. ------------ "Love?" I jumped slightly and looked up, only to see him looking down at me. We had arrived at the ice cream parlour, obviously me being too enchanted by his tattoos to notice. The familiar blush flooded across my face again as he got out of the car and came around to my side, opening the door and leaning in close before I could get out, his lips close to my ear. He sighed slightly, making goosebumps rise up on my arms. "I have tattoos in a lot of other places you might want to see..." Oh. My. God. He was trying to kill me, burn me alive from the inside out. All I could do was squeak and shove my face into my hands. He laughed loudly and picked me up, swinging me out of the car and putting me down on my feet. "Adorable."

"Are you okay?" "If he ever fucking touches you like that again I'm going to-" "Someone's jelly." *** Adonis Prior: His glares and constant mood swings push everyone away from him, his scowls keep a three-foot radius of people away from him, and his tall muscular frame does nothing to ease the tension of those who shy away from his after just one glance. He has only one friend and he doesn't want any more. Adonis wasn't alone but he was lonely, he was broken from the inside out. Daisy Ivory: She could be seen with a smile on her face most days, although fake it was there. People generally liked her caring attitude and she shied away from the attention, hating to be on the spotlight. Her happiness was a well built up mask that not even her best friend could see past. Daisy was a girl with a broken heart and a broken life. When Adonis first saw Daisy in junior year, he had no clue what to think, she seems so happy and everyone seems to fall for it but he can see past the walls. He wants to know her better but for someone who doesn't like anyone a crush like that is dangerous. Adonis knows that he'd just end up hurting her anyway. Without even knowing her he tries to avoid her, avoids his feelings for her. Daisy noticed Adonis before, noticed the tall, mysterious boy who was always alone before but made a point to avoid him because he seemed like a heartbreaker and she has had enough heartbreak to last a lifetime. They tried to stay away from each other but it seems the universe has different plans. The first day of senior year, right when he thinks he was over his little crush for her, Daisy wants to be friends with him and they had no idea that their lives were to forever change. They were both broken, and they both needed mending, and they might just be the key to each other's happiness. Eventually, they become friends but will they ever become more than that or will their sadness swallow them whole? Will they ever become whole again?

Heather is the new girl at Sople High School and she's got a chance to change her life. She can be anyone at this new school. She could be popular, she could be sassy, she could be....in love with the hottest guy in school? Luke is the school player. He's hot, he's popular, and his girlfriend, Katherine, is perfect. Or is she? When Luke meets Heather he starts to see the flaws in his girlfriend and in his life. Read the drama-filled romance of Heather and Luke to find out if the hottest guy in school and the new girl will ever be together.

"Every good girl wants a bad boy who is good only for her." "Every bad boy wants a good girl who is bad only for him." "Whenever you are looking for love don't look too far he might be right next door." Clara Wilson is your typical clichéd teen fiction protagonist with exactly two friends, no social life and a 4.0 GPA. She has been in love with Alec Evans, the unattainabley popular football quarterback and her next door neighbour forever. She thinks she's in for a quiet senior year until Jake Henderson arrives. Bad boy extraordinaire, he's arrogant, rude, undeniably gorgeous and shares a past with Clara that she wants to do nothing more than to forget. Caught between two boys, her life is turned upside down in the most ridiculous of ways. But maybe in the midst of all the confusion and chaos she finds not only love but also herself. Romance #2

Bree Portman has a rather unusual job. She is paid to kill people, and her next target is the one and only Elijah Lancaster - her ex-best friend. He is known to be a man whore, and it seems that he 'accidentally' slept with a married woman. Now, someone wants him dead, and she has to get rid of him. Elijah is always surrounded by people, particularly of the female gender, and Bree figures that the best way to kill him without causing a scene, is by getting close to him again. Maybe that wasn't her best decision...

"MINE! YOU ARE FUCKING MINE!" Michael De La Cruz the school most Hottest, scariest, and dangerous bad boy in the school yelled at me as he slammed me against my locker. "You are mine! that means you can't look at, talk to, or think about another guy. Do you understand?!" Michael yelled at me with rage and possession in his eyes. And for me being scared shitless out of my mind nodded rapitly. His face soften and he looked pleased with my answer for a second but he looked be behind and his face hardened again then he did something that shocked me to my core. He.... Read and find out what happens next..... Sorry if this is bad its my first story I have ever written so go easy on me but I hope it goes well so please read vote and comment to see what u think about the story so yeah READ THIS BOOK I might not use this sence in the story but i will in my second or third story sorry the story went to a different direction