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Trigger

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LECTURES 280
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Parties 3
Durée 6m

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(my first story btw)          I ran my fingers down my frail scarred arms, anticipating in fear of the next day, my pale skin shivered as a strand of my Auburn hair falls onto my shoulder where lay another bruise. See I wasn't all what you would call; fortunate. All my life I had been cycled through foster parent after foster parent, and only once had I actually found a family that I appreciated. now? Oh. Right now I'm in the hell hole my little foster sister calls a home. Stephanie and John treasure this little girl, and me, they couldn't give a crap about the troubled teen over here.. Me, Everly. I've been thinking for a while, but now I know Running away is my final resort to escaping this daze of horror, the amount of bruises, scars and wounds I have on my body is just the beginning of what they do to me here. Running a finger over every wound upon my body I drift off into a soft sleep, sadly; the most peace I get is at night.Tous Droits Réservés

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Wicked Honey (18+), écrit par hauntingthem

When Ivy Lancaster, a young and successful publisher, saves a family farm in an old rundown town, her life is flipped on its axis. Her charity puts her on the radar of the man who runs all of Sin Sity. His gang has had the city on lockdown for years, and he's at the heart of it all. And now, she's been pulled into this life too. One she never expected. The one she'd only read about in books. Alongside him and his bestfriend, she'll have to learn how to survive this new life she's been pulled into. Or go back to the mundane, calm life at her desk. And she's not sure which is worse. **** I know I shouldn't. I know I should be disgusted by the thought of his hands on me. He is a killer. He's psychotic. He's forcing me to be here. And yet, I can't make myself pull away. I can't tell him to stop. Sin's fingers dip lower, playing with the lace barely covering my skin. I throw my head back against his chest, his gun still digging into my back. My eyes catching Arrows again. He hasn't moved. But his fists clench at his sides. And I wonder what it would feel like to have him pressed against my front with Sin at my back. God, what the fuck, Ivy? Why am I letting this happen? "I know you're wet for me, baby girl." Sin murmurs into my ear. "Wet for us." 'Fuck, I'm screwed' I think as Sin's fingers slip under my panties.

Runaway teen, écrit par N_Multani

"She's my step-sister and she's like a sister to Alpha Vincent." James said making me smile. I sat down and saw Vincent and James shift into beautiful wolves. Vincent was a light brown wolf with red streaks, James was a gray wolf with bits of white on them. "Wow" I said. I hope they brought clothes since there previous ones are shredded to bits. Natalie laughed out. "Umm, guys did you bring extra clothes since those ones aren't worthy of being worn anymore." I said stifling my laughter. Their eyes popped out of their head at the thought of going home nude, I couldn't hold it back anymore, I was back in the same position laughing my head off with Natalie laughing my my head. "Ethan, please go get them some shorts." Marcus said smiling at their stupidity. I took off my hoodie and wrapped it around my waist because of the heat. James and Vincent stared at my shoulders, I looked down to see nothing there and was confused for a minute and then it clicked that my wounds had healed completely. I lifted my top slightly to see that there was a faint scar of the burn, I smiled at the thought of no more pain. I looked up to see the wolves were gone. "You have a lot of explaining to do young lady." I turned around to see Vincent and James with only shorts on. "I don't know what you mean?" I said innocently. I looked around to see Ethan gone. "We mean how did your wounds heal so quickly?" Vincent replied. "Well to get an answer you will have to catch me first." I said running off letting my wolf take over once again, Natalie shifts into my wolf and takes off. My name is Raven and I am 16 years old, ever since I was 13 I have been badly assaulted by my step-mother while my dad attends his business trips. My mother died when I was 13, I have brown long hair and light blue eyes with pale skin.

Watching Her 18+ (Her Series book four), écrit par HarlotPlay

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Slay My Soul, écrit par CassidyRoseNZ

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Blue, écrit par CJLaurence

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Ally, écrit par Devilish_Equestrian

Ally Johnsen was an ordinary horse loving 14 year old girl until the day came that would change her life, forever. After a big fall during a competition, Ally is blinded. She moves away to start a new life away from New York and big cities, in a new neighborhood in California. Ally is taken away from her best friends, her horse, and her old life. Moving isn't easy in the first place, meeting new people, going to a new school, and having a new house, but when your blind? It seems like the hardest thing ever, especially when you are only 14. Cole Weston is mad at the world. His father for leaving him and his mother when he only was six, his former friends for betraying him, and his step-dad and mother for dying in a car crash. But, when Cole meets Ally, he sees that everyone might not be bad and hope for her as well. Ace is an abused 4 year old horse, he has been through hell and back, until he finds himself free from his old life and in a new place. One day he sees Ally and, just like Cole, realizes that she is different. Will two "broken" souls be able to mend each other with the help of horses? or will it all come crumbling down?

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Keeping Her 18+ (Her Series book three), écrit par HarlotPlay

Alex: Going to the beach with my friends for a week before sophomore year of college seemed like the perfect way to take control of my life and get out from under my parent's thumbs. Then I met a man who made me feel things I didn't know were possible. We spent the week together, and I gave him a part of me I had never given anyone before. It was beautiful and better than I ever dreamed. Like most good things in life, though, it was too good to be true. I went back to my regular life and tried to put the man of my dreams out of my mind, only to find out he left me with a part of him I would cherish forever. Wilder: I found the woman of my dreams, my soulmate, on a beach during a chance encounter. I had everything I could ever want and felt complete for the first time in my life. Then she slipped through my fingers in the middle of the night, taking my heart with her. Four years later, I finally found her again, right in my home town and with a little boy that looks just like me. I learned from my past mistakes, and now that I have her again, I won't be letting her slip away. I'm keeping her. This is part of a series. The first and second book can be found on my page (Protecting Her) and (Rescuing Her). Each book is a standalone with interconnecting couples. This series follows the Brooks brothers as they each find their destined soulmates. Each book is a different couple. WARNING: This book contains an over the top, possessive, alphahole. This is an insta-love story. For readers 18+ ONLY.

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Wicked Honey (18+)

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