Jemima Hewitt: Star girl, hot seat, sweety, and the perfect teen bitch for any lover boy out there in his teens. Hardly does she care to give a fuck about the world while her history tends to humiliate the other guys, more than her own self damn part of life! Every day, her five ex-boyfriends are the reason girls envy to call her a slut, while the rest of the guys watch her walk over the ramp with their bulging eyes turning pinker and pinker, more seductive than ever just like the touch of her pulpy lips. She is careless, sugar candy and everybody wants her for their day, for their night, but, damn. She is sultry now, she is desperate now, but will she remain the same after meeting the lover boy she deserves? Her desires are much deeper than what they seem to Michael Crawford, Aaron Nichols, Isaac Simpson, Samuel Williamson, and Reno Reynolds, the ex-students of the Ryan International School in the city of Leicester. Aren't they?
Felix Holland: Alas, this guy, this guy can never be the handsome of any girl's life. He is too dark to handle and too hot to carry for the heart. His solemn touch of life is living by the fireside and looking at the sky, with tears in his eyes. White in the skin, red in the heart, pleasant in the eyes, and terrible with the words, is his composition. Never touched a girl, never thinks about a girl, and that will be his sad destination he believes. He wants love but not from a living being, he can't trust them. Paranoid. Ill-disposed towards human beings, good at nothing, trying to be himself, portraying his hand through paintings. Drawing about the best part of life which drains him at night, while making him survive everything with a smile. He is simple, yet antisocial, a single child, yet still with a sibling. Merely, he is 16, but still, life feels unconscious to him like forever. Will his life change, is a question. How will his life change, is an even bigger question, but alas, even God has no answer.
"How many men have you sucked since me?" He asked firmly. His tone may have been calm but the way his fingers flexed in me said more. "Oh come on Atti. You know I don't go that far." A Mischievous smile played on my lips as I looked at him through my lashes. "Is this your way of saying I'm special?" He dryly responded.
He was so irritated I loved it.
It's like he sensed my taunts when his fingers left me and wrapped around my throat. "What makes you think I won't kill them all?" I couldn't help but moan. His pressure on my neck had me scooting closer to him, wanting to feel as one.
My fingers tangle in his curls, pulling him towards me. "You are special. So special that I want you all the way this time." My breath fans in his ear before I pull away, looking up at him with doe eyes. His favorite. "I want you to fuck me Atticus."
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Atticus Sullivan was determined to be the only man in Reina's life. He wasn't just in love with her, he was obsessed. The only problem was she is his best friend's sister, and a serial romantic who fed off compliments and praise. She was sex on legs.
With just a taste of her, and years of experience with her bratty attitude, Atticus had his mind made up, he refused to be her summer fling.
Reina will reciprocate his energy one way or another.
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18+
Mature Content.
Dark Romance.