18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

Melanie is an ambitious journalist ready to make a name for herself at one of Canada's most prestigious news agencies. But when her handsome one-night stand turns out to be her new boss, all of Melanie's careful plans come tumbling down. ***** Melanie Collins has dreamed of being a successful journalist for as long as she can remember, and with her new job at The Press, that goal is finally within her reach. That is, until she meets her new boss. Not only is Gavin Stone sinfully handsome and incredibly charming - he's also the hot stranger she had a one-night stand with 2 days ago. With both their careers on the line, Melanie and Gavin know that anything more than a professional relationship is strictly off limits. But the more time they spend together, the more their connection becomes all-consuming, and Melanie finds herself forced to choose between her dream career and the most intense love she's ever known. [Word count: 200,000 - 250,000] Cover designed by Ren T [Winner of the 2020 Readers Choice Awards for Best Mature Story & Best Overall Story] [Winner of the Wattpad After Dark Show Us Your Story Contest]

<< "With that aside now, I wanna know what's up with you and this outfit today," Kinsey says as she seductively sizes up Jade's entire being with laser eyes, taking in those tan legs all the way up until... the hem of the really, really short skirt. Every inch of Jade's body burns up as Kinsey's eyes feel like they're spewing hot flames as she shamelessly eyes her up and down. "My eyes are up here?" Jade snides, bending down to catch Kinsey's eyes with her own to direct them back upwards. Kinsey meets Jade's eyes but her hand casually lands on Jade's hip, pulling their bodies together as she leans beside Jade's ear to gingerly whisper, "I think it's kind of hot. Was it just for me?" Jade can feel her breathing increase already just at their bodies touching. Control yourself, Jade. >> Cover credit: @unfeignedoptimist Started: 12/01/2018 Ranks: #1 in #lesbianfiction on 11/17/19

Warning: Will contain some graphic content, such as sex scenes. Frankie is pessimistic, surly, and super fucking gay. Rowan, her camp counselor, is happy-go-lucky, spirited, and totally smoking hot. Can these two opposites really stand ten minutes in the same room together without ripping each other apart-- or, better yet-- ripping each others clothes off?

"Forgive me Lord for I had sex with Lucifer's daughter" It's Hell on Earth when the Dark Lord's daughter starts Highschool and she's nothing you'd expect *Warning. Sexual content* ------------------------------------------------- [Highest Rankings] #1- Lesbian #1- Lucifer #1- Lesbian Fantasy #1- girlxgirl #1- Wattpad Pride #1- Trending #1- gxg

Natalia Wilde, a somewhat broken and definitely broke, unemployed submissive is missing two things she desperately needs to function in life, a dominant and a job. After landing the perfect position as a live-in personal assistant to the CEO of WAKE International, Natalia finds herself in unfamiliar territory. While getting to know her new, handsome, demanding boss. His authoritative demeanor coaxes out an obsession in Natalia that has him secretly filling the role of the dominant she so desperately craves. As the two develop a D/s relationship, Natalia discovers Mr. Emery wants her to be more than just his submissive. He drags her across the Atlantic to a secluded estate in England run by The Society-an insular group of elite Masters and Mistresses who keep slaves for their pleasure. Mr. Emery offers Natalia the opportunity to become a slave not only to The Society but to him exclusively. Having never given up that last inch of control, the thought of surrendering completely without the buffer of negotiation and safe words gives Natalia pause. This leaves the persisting question of will she or won't she, as Mr. Emery pushes her limits and takes her to pleasurable heights she never thought imaginable.

"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 exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

It all started with the headaches. Harry's fine, he thought just so so tired. My own rendition of the iconic Cold Blue Water fic.