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Insecure

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Reads 197
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Parts 18
Time 1h 45m

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age agegap bwwm self-hatred

hi this is my first story so please show some love anyways this story is how I feel sometimes 

A young woman whose in her second year of university still does not like the reflection of her own and believes cause of that she will not find love 

A kind of a  young man who was known as the heartbreaker is still looking for his perfect love

what will happen when they finally meet each otherAll Rights Reserved

age agegap bwwm self-hatred

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Letters to Robin by ezra_is_stressed

In the aftermath of her twin sister's tragic death, Reagan Sinclair finds herself in a never-ending battle against paralyzing panic attacks and drowning in grief. Desperate to just survive each day, Reagan's world is turned upside down when Paris unexpectedly enters her life, offering her a chance to explore a world of dominance she never knew she needed. As Reagan delves into a journey of self-discovery and passion, she must confront her suppressed emotions surrounding her sister's passing and her growing dependence on Paris. Join Reagan on a gripping adventure of love, loss, and finding the strength to heal in the face of unimaginable pain. "Why not?" I whisper against his lips, I want him closer to my body, I want it so badly it's almost painful. The sensation spreads through me like a relentless throbbing, engulfing my entire body. Paris pulls away to look at me, and his eyes are darker, deeper. I swallow at the primal desire pouring from his stare, eyes widening when he wraps his hand around my neck, his thumb stroking as it bobs. Almost instinctively, I raise my hand and put it over his, making him squeeze tighter. Paris growls low in his throat, and I close my eyes, marveling at the way every single nerve ending lights up. "Why not?" I ask again, just wishing he'd close the space between us. Just wishing he'd touch me. "No. This is wrong and I'm sorry I let it get this far. I'm older than you, love. You're so fucking young. This is......no," "I'm twenty, not seventeen, and I don't care. It doesn't matter," it's the wrong thing to say because when I open my eyes, he's shaking his head, his eyes locked on the wall near my head with an unreadable expression on his face. He removes his hand from around my throat, and the other slides slowly up my side and grips my waist, putting me more firmly against the wall. "No, Reagan," he says through clenched teeth, turning around and going to his room. I flinch at the sound of his bedroom door closing.

Wendizzy's Writer Room by Wendizzy

In this book, you'll get a behind the scenes look at how your favorite characters were born, my creative process, and the dirty details never before revealed. Tex's Camp Q&A: Come sit by the fire and ask me whatever you'd like. We can roast marshmallows, tell scary stories, and hang out in the comments like a big, happy family. Gator's Backstage Pass: A place full of secrets. Learn the-sometimes embarrassing-details on how my wildest scenes came to life, facts about the characters, the process, and myself.

Sunshine (On Hold) by gen_gennie

"Beautiful," I blushed when he complimented me. "Thank you," I smiled at him and he nodded his head. "Kiss," I looked at him in shock and shake my head no. "Married," I told him showing him the ring on my finger. He pouted and move a bit closer to me. "Kiss," his voice went deeper than before and a shiver ran through my body. I was shocked his hand gripped my hair and he stared into my eyes. I don't really know anything much about this man that he hardly speaks English and he was homeless until I took it up on my head and decided to help him. When a homeless man becomes obsessed with a married woman.

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗰𝘆 by authorosee

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘀 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿 His 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲 "Damm, whenever you're in my arms, I feel like I might crush you. You're so delicate," he said, kissing her cheek. "Huh?" "It took me three years to hug you, and today you let him hug you, huh?" he asked, trying to control his anger. "He is your brother," she said, trying to move from his grip. "So what? It doesn't matter. We'v been married for a month, and you didn't allow me to kiss you. But today, you hug him? I'm very upset," he said, looking straight into her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm a very loyal and possessive man. Just because I haven't kissed or touched you doesn't mean I can't. Now, what will you do to make it up to me?" "I... I will..." "You will what?" "I will sit on your lap and feed you," she said. "From now on, you'll do this every morning and night."

The Substitute Has Awakened by Lay_In_Hell

Author: February Bamboo This is a machine translated story, I just post the translation here. I do not claim any ownership of this story. This is for offline purposes only. Credits to the author and publisher of this story. Please do not vote. THIS STORY IS NOT MINE!! If you are the owner of the story and want to take this down, just message me please. story link: https://shubaowb.com/novel/289565.html

Transmigrated as the ill 2nd Prince (BL) by Airrabacs14

Kenta Bernard, a seventeen-year-old, died of leukemia in the hospital and was transmigrated in a novel that he has yet to finish. He is the ill second prince, who should have died by now. However, the God of Light bestowed upon him a light magic that enabled him to survive and begin a new, happier life.

The Sexist by Denise_Thabo

What happens when everything you have learnt about another gender is completely wrong? Welcome to the sad, lonely life of Xander James Forsythe, the existing male virgin over the age of 25, sad isn't it. When political matters threaten to take his father's legacy down the drain, Xander is forced to decide on whether to save his ego or his legacy and the only person willing to put up with him is none other than his secret nemesis and crush, Nikita Abrahams. Let's see if he can keep his ego in his pants.

Sangria (BWWM) (On Hiatus) by JenLari

If someone had told Gabrielle Thompson that she would be dating her vampiric boss a year ago, she would think they were insane. If someone told her that she would be on a plane traveling to his homeland to meet his vampiric family, she would probably laugh in their face. But there she was, with Vincent Dragonoff, her employer turned boyfriend turned creator. After a hectic courtship and a defeated enemy, the couple have finally been giving a chance to relax on a one in a lifetime trip for their first anniversary. But how long will the honeymoon last once Vincent's strange, ancient family gets involved? Sequel to Tangle (For audiences 18+, sexually explicit content and strong language) Cover credit: @thedepresssdchild00

Bound By Darkness by HeAVetNotARookie

Imani's life was perfectly ordinary. She had a steady job, a cozy apartment, and a routine that brought her comfort. But everything changed the day she accidentally bumped into a mysterious man. Sylus keeps to himself and only talks to people when it's necessary. He rarely even steps outside, so how in the heck did he end up following Imani? ____________________ Sylus' eyes glowed a dark red, and he walked up to me, pushing me against the wall. "You're so damn naive, so fucking bold. You really got some nerves even saying shit to me right now." I crossed my arms staring into his heartless eyes. "what the hell you gonna do about it, since I'm such a weakling? Prove this weakling wrong you lil bitch!" Sylus wrapped his cold hand around my throat and pinned me to the wall, squeezing slightly. "My patience is running thin with you." I gasped grabbing his hand, "y-...you're a coward." I choked struggling for air. "just go ahead and kill me already." I looked into his red eyes and couldn't see anything but the heartless person he was. He smiled running his other hand down my thigh, "I'm not gonna kill you, but there are other things I can do to you instead." He groaned close by my ear. "It'll either make you scream." He whispered, separating my legs with his thigh. "Or cry," he said slowing pushing his leg up between my thighs. "Or moan." He growled, pulling me against him as his leg jolted up, hitting my sex. I bit my lip muffling a whimper, "Sylus...let me go." His grip tightened on my throat, "I don't think I want to. You've been a rude little brat. I think you can take a little more, don't you agree?" He asked pushing his knee further up. "Ok..." I whimpered. "I-...tch s-sorry."

My Toxin by wonderwomanz

"fuck...please Marjorie...please" Since childhood, Alexander has been infatuated with Marjorie, his out of reach next-door neighbour. Alexander's unrequited love only intensifies over the years, leading him to do anything, even beg, for her attention. As their lives intertwine Alexander struggles to balance his feelings with the reality of Marjorie's indifference. Their relationship, fraught with tension and unspoken emotions, becomes a toxic dance of desire, rejection and begging.

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Letters to Robin cover

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The Substitute Has Awakened cover

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Letters to Robin

In the aftermath of her twin sister's tragic death, Reagan Sinclair finds herself in a never-ending battle against paralyzing panic attacks and drowning in grief. Desperate to just survive each day, Reagan's world is turned upside down when Paris unexpectedly enters her life, offering her a chance to explore a world of dominance she never knew she needed. As Reagan delves into a journey of self-discovery and passion, she must confront her suppressed emotions surrounding her sister's passing and her growing dependence on Paris. Join Reagan on a gripping adventure of love, loss, and finding the strength to heal in the face of unimaginable pain. "Why not?" I whisper against his lips, I want him closer to my body, I want it so badly it's almost painful. The sensation spreads through me like a relentless throbbing, engulfing my entire body. Paris pulls away to look at me, and his eyes are darker, deeper. I swallow at the primal desire pouring from his stare, eyes widening when he wraps his hand around my neck, his thumb stroking as it bobs. Almost instinctively, I raise my hand and put it over his, making him squeeze tighter. Paris growls low in his throat, and I close my eyes, marveling at the way every single nerve ending lights up. "Why not?" I ask again, just wishing he'd close the space between us. Just wishing he'd touch me. "No. This is wrong and I'm sorry I let it get this far. I'm older than you, love. You're so fucking young. This is......no," "I'm twenty, not seventeen, and I don't care. It doesn't matter," it's the wrong thing to say because when I open my eyes, he's shaking his head, his eyes locked on the wall near my head with an unreadable expression on his face. He removes his hand from around my throat, and the other slides slowly up my side and grips my waist, putting me more firmly against the wall. "No, Reagan," he says through clenched teeth, turning around and going to his room. I flinch at the sound of his bedroom door closing.