Истории Smoulder

When thicc boy and Many Boulder boy reunite as a secret OWO group, Big Gurl comes in and steals the Smallest of Boulders...Steve. Book 1. Part 2 is being DEEPLY worked on, will be published on Sept. 22 ASAP. Sorry for the short story, but I'm working on the smut, lol.

Connie was nobody, barely a background character in her peer's lives, so when she goes missing, no-one seems to care. However, she becomes trapped in the game Jumanji, in the body of the savage huntress Tetra, and a few months later she's joined by one of her classmates Alex, inhabiting the pilot 'Seaplane'. For 20 years they try and try to beat the game, and learn to get along with each other, with varying success, until the missing pieces return, and they can win as a team.

**UNEDITED** Netta's gotten out of the City alive. Barely. But it's far from over; with the City reeking revenge and the regret of her actions finally registering, Netta doesn't yet know if she's strong enough to overcome it yet.

Parody of every mafia romance ever! So, what happens when a brooding, tall, hot, dark and handsome Mafia Billionaire runs into a perky, sunshiny girl? Well, of course she becomes obsessed. Who can blame her? She begins stalking him right away. Will she discover a way to melt his cold heart? Will they end up together? Find out only on Wattpad. He is a Mafia Billionaire who has no time to even think about romance. But does that change when he runs into a pretty, upbeat blond girl? No. It doesn't. But ever since that weird encounter he has had the feeling that someone is watching him. Who could it be? And why do weird things keep happening to him? Will he figure out who or what is messing with his life? Find out only on Wattpad.

*This isn't a love story. It's a mystery wearing a heartbeat.* I don't know where I am. I don't know who he is. All I know is-he watches. He never speaks more than a few words. And every locked door leads to more questions. He says I'm in danger. He says he's the only one keeping me safe. But I wasn't in danger until he showed up. Was I? He never touches me. Until he does. And it feels like forgiveness. He took me like a villain. Touched me like a prayer. And I can't remember who I was before him. #1 in spicytension