"HELLO! Welcome my lovely chocolate señoritas to the Warehouse where we make you feel special.We make you feel good.I know we all want to.Am I right?I know everyone is confused so I will run through the basics.You will be staying here for ten weeks.Ten weeks with no contact ,no school ,nada.Sorry for the worries this may cause your folks but it's worth it.Each week is a stage.This week is just for you to get to know your master.You Might as well since you see him everyday from now on.Each day,your master will check in at 4 after your livestream of your classes are finished.Your master will record and you will watch.You do the work,we'll provide the materials and your master will provide homework.Don't worry your teachers will not be suspicious.We got that covered.Wednesday is a check in day where the big boss comes in to see the progress.On Saturdays and Sunday you are free to do as pleased.Breakfast is at 8 am,Lunch at 1pm and dinner at 6pm .Bathrooms are located at the end of each hall.Doors will always be unlocked so go in and out as you please.Not like you can leave.The rest your master can explain." The Warehouse is where they take the victims.Woman of color to be exact.A group of white boys choosing who they want to devour sexually for ten weeks.Girls who are afraid and who are willing.Girls who are trying to get from behind this wall.

He was the bad boy. Always late. Always smoking. He got all the girls and all the attention. She was the good girl. Always on time. Always studying. And she never got the boys or the attention. The two would never be seen together. They ran in different social groups. But after a class project puts the two together lives are flipped upside down and love is officially an open door.

"I swear to god!" Blade pleaded and cried, trying to break free from the masked man's grip, "Let her go! It's me you want...not her." "Sadly," The hooded man, "I need you both," all Blade could hear was his wolf kill him...protect the mate. He couldn't show her his wolf....she'd never seen anything like that before. "Cesia!" He yelled, she tried to reach run towards his warm call but the chains yanked her backwards which pissed his wolf off more, "Close your eyes....tight."

Redamancy (n) The act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full . . . Beau was a person who interested, and captivated me all at the same time, I don't know why he seemed sad, distort, mostly anything do with being complicated. He was the new student last year he always kept to himself never talking to anyone unless it was the teachers. He always watched my every move like a lion watching it's prey ready to feast. It's now the last year of high school and he still fascinates me after a year. The one thing I couldn't understand is why he always stared at me, at first I thought it was because he hated me with a passion but that's not it, he looks at me as if I'm the most precious thing in the world like he wanted to Cherish me, I don't think I've ever given him a reason to look at me like that, it scared me sometimes because I didn't understand the meaning of it. He stared with no emotion on his face but his eyes always told different. I've never had someone look at me with so much...love.

|| Highest Rank - #3 in Teen Fiction || Amanda thought she had found the love of her life. She had everything perfectly planned out; the university she would attend, the car she would drive, the house she would own, the place she would get married and even the money she would earn. Much to her dismay, all her plans went straight down the drain when she caught her golden boy in bed with someone else. She thinks she is the only person who feels absolutely devastated, but she is proven wrong when, one night, a certain bad boy knocks on her door. Now what could a six foot tall, arrogant jerk want from her? Isn't it obvious? He wants revenge. - Cover by @-belllawrites Copyright © by Laylaa Khan

"I want you. I needed you. Fuck me like its your last day on earth." I begged. "Your going to regret saying that." Mr. Payne said as he grabbed my throat and slammed me against his desk . "I don't care. Just fuck me already." "You talk bad for a virgin." He said ripping off my underwear. "I know." I mumbled. ~Mature content~

[IN THE PROCESS OF GETTING REWRITTEN THEREFORE SOMETHINGS MAY NOT MAKE SENSE. KEEP THAT IN MIND] So, there's this girl. His beautiful chocolate fantasy sculpted to perfection. He thinks she's impossible to obtain, she thinks he's untouchable. For her, he'd go insane. Burst into fits of rage even. Yet, she still can't quite decipher the meaning behind his gorgeous ocean blue eyes that stare back at her dull brown ones with such intensity. They know each other better than anyone else ever could yet they both fail to realize the one thing they both have a burning desire for. Confused & madly in love here's the story of two best friends who think they're polar opposites. Oh honey, they're so wrong..

Faith Tristens despises the color orange, going to the movies and Brendan Wenthward with a burning passion. Why, you ask? Well, The first one is way too flashy, the second one is too damn expensive and the third one is all of that combined into a wonderful pack of flesh and blood. Brendan is ridiculously attractive, funny, popular, athletic but there's that one unhinging thing about him that Faith hates just a tad too much. He's a player. And a good one at that. But here's the thing, no matter how many goals he has scored, there's always one he just can't seem to tackle and cross off his bucket list : Faith. And he's determined into evening out the score by laying out an ultimate touchdown.

"Stop staring at my boobs!" I said. "They're gonna be mine someday." He smirks. "Um, No the fuck they not. Why you such a player?" "I ain't a player I'm just a man tryna get some"