I Didnt Mean To...

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fuck. I just killed my best friend. what do I do now. she was pissing me off and she took it too far. i have to hide the body no one will suspect anything, no one even knows we were out here... after all I didn't mean to...All Rights Reserved

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In which I fall in love with my brother's best friend. ***** "Don't pretend like you don't feel anything." His voice is low, sending shivers down my spine. "What do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean." "I don't know what you're talking about." I pretend to ignore him, flipping some pages in my book. "Come on. I have all these assignments waiting. Aren't you supposed to teach me tonight?" "It depends on what you want me to teach." He smirks, his voice sounding even more dangerous. ***** I thought that my brother was the most popular guy in school, but as soon as I step into my university life, I realize how wrong I was. Meet Vaughn Cooper, his best friend. The guy is the epitome of every girl's dream. Godlike handsome. The quarterback. He's got the looks, and he's got the brain. Come on, he's got the scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in the country, while I have just barely passed the entrance examination after long years of struggle during high school. How could a guy who worked that hard and deserves nothing more but adoration be labeled as a bad boy? Yeah, the answer is simple. The moment we lock eyes, I realize something as I stare into those piercing, amber eyes. He's not every girl's dream. He's every girl's nightmare. In my case, MY nightmare. Calm down, heart. Our story hasn't even started. © 2020 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content, explicit language, and triggering themes)

Shock. Once the shock wore off, I was confused. Then angry. You made me so angry because I felt betrayed by your choice. Your choice to leave me, leave me all alone in this dark world. I felt so angry and betrayed by your choice to desert me when you were all I had. Then I accepted the fact that you were no longer here because that's just how it was and how it had to be. I had to learn to accept the fact that life was now me without you and that was a damn hard pill to swallow.

"Just forget about it, please" I beg, serious. As I looked into his dark blue eyes. He scoffed, and pulled me closer to him. His hands on my waist, mine over his. "And what if I can't?" he whispers, softly, as his gaze dropped to my lips........ Oh I fucked up, I fucked up bad! I can't believe I slept with Ryan last night, and enjoyed it, at least from what I can remember. Oh but to make matters worse, he's my best friends brother. And my boyfriends best friend. This can't happen again, and no one can find out. That's the last time I ever get drunk! 🥇in #want! 🥇in #sneaking 🥇in #drunk

18+ I always do the boring right thing but i just want to have fun just this once and i want it with him. I want to kill him most times but that is what got us to my bed in the first place. It would hurt everyone in different ways if they fond out but we can't stop devouring each other long enough to think straight. My BestFriend's brother ☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

I have a stalker. I know everyone eventually has one and some are solved over time or through restraining orders. But let's take a moment and imagine this scenario; restraining orders, or anything in that nature, wouldn't solve the problem. There was nothing you can do to be free. This stalker can bounce up and over law boundaries, manipulates others, and the deceiving appearance makes others call you a liar. Even without those, this man is beyond what I now call normal. He's cruel and vindictive, and he puts criminals away for a living. He isn't the average stalker; he's smart. And when I say smart, well, that's something you'll have to see for yourself. I walked right into this dark rift, and for the longest time there was no way out. Until I discovered his one flaw. And that may just happen to be his downfall.

We Don't Talk Anymore // Book Two by ActiveSelGomez

What if you thought the person you killed wasn't actually dead. What if the person you thought you killed secretly fake their death with noone knowing. And what if that person you thought you killed starts over by being someone else.

My name is Gabriella Reyes, my parents decided to take us camping one day and that same night they were murder by a wolf. Now here we are raised by a wolf family. I don't hate their kind, but I hate the one that murdered my parents. They have been helping us trying to find out who murder my parents and we still don't have any answers. I can't go and look for myself because I have to run our Auto Shop that my parents left behind for me and my brother. I have great friends from school, but I only have 1 best friend and ever since he first shifted to his wolf a year ago. He is more like a stranger to me today, and it hurts. I can't stand his wolf for changing him, and I can't stand Jordan for letting his wolf control him like that. ----------- I'm Jordan Ortega and my family............well we are werewolves, and I know that sounds bad the way they describe us, but we are not bad werewolves.....well we like to call ourselves just wolves. We are just as human as everyone the only thing is we can shift into wolves, and we shift at the age of 18. We don't have Packs, Alphas, Betas or whatever the books or movies tell you. We are like any other family. There are other wolves out there in the world, and the only way to be a wolf is it has to be in your genes and my parents told me that sometimes it can skip generations. It didn't skip us because both my parents are wolves, and it only skips if one of the parents are regular people. Gabriella and Carlos started living with us since their parents were murdered. When I shifted a year ago, right away I found my true mate and that is Gabriella. I don't want to tell her that she is my true mate; she hates our kind because our kind killed her parents. ©2014 by LatinaNCali All Right Reserved

Right now I'm curled up in a corner because I was running from someone trying to kill me. I don't know how long I have before they find me, but for what time I do have I know I can't keep it a secret. It's all been a secret too long, with only a few people knowing. And one-by-one every one of them has died. First the note. Then the next thing I knew I was running for my life. All because of one little secret let loose. But no, it was the many secrets that went with it. And I'm the only one who knows the true extent of them... For now.

I stand in complete shock not knowing what to do or even say. My best friend just got taken by a murderer! I can’t even imagine where he could be right now. Is he alive? Is he dead? There's only one way to find out...

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In which I fall in love with my brother's best friend. * "Don't pretend like you don't feel anything." His voice is low, sending shivers down my spine. "What do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean." "I don't know what you're talking about." I pretend to ignore him, flipping some pages in my book. "Come on. I have all these assignments waiting. Aren't you supposed to teach me tonight?" "It depends on what you want me to teach." He smirks, his voice sounding even more dangerous. * I thought that my brother was the most popular guy in school, but as soon as I step into my university life, I realize how wrong I was. Meet Vaughn Cooper, his best friend. The guy is the epitome of every girl's dream. Godlike handsome. The quarterback. He's got the looks, and he's got the brain. Come on, he's got the scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in the country, while I have just barely passed the entrance examination after long years of struggle during high school. How could a guy who worked that hard and deserves nothing more but adoration be labeled as a bad boy? Yeah, the answer is simple. The moment we lock eyes, I realize something as I stare into those piercing, amber eyes. He's not every girl's dream. He's every girl's nightmare. In my case, MY nightmare. Calm down, heart. Our story hasn't even started. © 2020 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content, explicit language, and triggering themes)

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