Drive

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Time 27m

Reads 70
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Parts 6
Time 27m

I got in the car and turned to him.
"Drive. And don't stop." He stepped on the gas without asking any questions. We sat in silence for a while before he cleared his throat.
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"Hey! Wait up! We've been socializing for a while, you know that right?" He hummed in response and continued walking with his head down, avoiding eye contact or physical contact with anybody. "And I don't know your name, but you already know that I like you and all," I continued but caught the shy boy's attention. He looked at me quizzically wondering if it was some type of joke. My breath hitched as I caught myself in a trance as I stared into those dark gray eyes of his. He raised an eyebrow and smirked snapping me out of it. I blushed before hesitantly asking. "What do I call you?" "Call me possessive," ***trigger warning sexual abuse***

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"You are mine now. Just remember one thing nobody gets the privilege of bringing that smile on your face and touching you" he clenched his fsts and moved forward. My breath hitched. "I want to see you smile every morning and lie beside you each night. I cannot think of somebody more perfect for me then you are. Your my strength and biggest weakness. You complete me. I could do anything to bring a smile on your face and kill any man who brings a tear." I cant believe it, the college bad boy who had every girl on his feet wanted me. Suddenly his hand started moving around my thigh making circles on them. He leaned forward. Our lips were so close still he did not kiss me. What a tease! His finger was going to enter me when he stopped. ******************* When Ayan's friends challenge him to bed the new girl Veronica, the only way he thought would bring her close was a vacation away from all of them. It gets messy when feelings started pouring in. Veronica fell in love. Or I think she did. After all- Who doesn't want a guy who is handsome, caring and loves you like your his only possession in this world. Did he know she was pregnant? Read in to discover them trying to discover their own mysteries. This book is a roller coaster of love, lust, heartbreaks.

"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

"You good, babe? You kinda seem a bit off today." "How so?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to that question. Damien answered, "Well you haven't been talking much, even when we were driving from the school and to your house, you've avoided eye contact with me, and you seem a bit nervous around me. I know you've been a bit sick last week, but I can't help but feel as if you're hiding something from me." I stared outside of my window as I sighed, "You're right, but I don't know how you'll react. I myself don't know how to react. I haven't told anyone." "About...?" Damien asked as he parked the car in front of a liquor store. I sighed, "Can we talk about this later?" Damien sighed before nodding and getting out the car. He then went into the liquor store and, after about ten minutes, came back with two bags with two bottles in each. He placed the bags in the trunk before getting in the driver's seat and staring at me. "What?" I asked shyly. "Are you pregnant?" Damien asked with a straight face while staring me into my eyes. I blushed, "What? Why would you think-" "Are you pregnant, City?" he asked again, and I looked away. *This story contains mature themes and contents. Read at your own risk*

"You're supposed to act like you're screaming in pleasure, not act like you're horrified." Reed snaps and I send him a glare, "I'd rather be dead!" I huff. He pulls me back again, "And I can fucking help with that if you'd like, but not right now. I can't exactly help fulfill your death wish if we're both in jail." He scoffs. "I thought you said we couldn't go to prison for this!" I exclaim. "No, I said we wouldn't get caught." He corrects. "Now shut up and do your fucking part." He murmurs, pushing me down until my crotch connects with his.

"Your still a stranger and I thanked you what else do you want from me. To suck your dick or sumth'?" I asked watching a small grin forming at his lips. The grip on the steering wheel tightens. "Might as well since I saved your ass twice and your showing me attitude" he said. I scoffed biting my tongue to prevent myself from flipping this guy off. "Let me out." I said my hand finding the door handle to see it was locked. The fuck. He parked the car near at an abandoned gas station. He went in his pocket and opened the clear wrapper of red gum before popping it in his mouth. "What's your name?" He asked. My brows furrowed at his question. "I'on owe you shit so let me out this bitch" I hollered getting fed up. "What's your name?" He asked again looking over at me with a frown. He ain't ever gonna stop until I tell him. "Meesha" I lied and he chuckled cocking his head back. "I'm not asking much of you but yet you lie. Maybe I should drive you back to those gangsters-- "Bryony" I interjected.

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"please, Melanie... I wanna talk" I sighed before getting in her car.But I didn't look at her face, instead looking out the window She instantly put her hand on my exposed thigh and gently rubbed it "fuck melanie, what are you doing to me" She said under her breath I continued looking out the window. "Mel, look I know you want me and you know I want you too. I also know that you wanna act like the perfect girl at school and no one should know you're gay-" I didn't let her finish "what does that have to do wit-" "shhh, keep that pretty mouth closed while I talk" she whispered her hand slowly travelling higher up my thigh "let's keep messing around... But secretly, I get to keep my girlfriend and you get to keep yours" Her sexy voice going deeper than usual "yeah.. But-" "no Mel, let's just go to my place to Fuck... I need pussy right now " she groaned running her hand through her hair

"You care about only yourself and no one else!" I screamed the cold air piercing my lungs. "That's a lie" he mumbled his body tensing "Name one person you care for other then yourself" I challenged. My question was answered by the crash of his lips against mine. The worst part was something inside told me it was genuine.

Call Me 'Possessive'

"Hey! Wait up! We've been socializing for a while, you know that right?" He hummed in response and continued walking with his head down, avoiding eye contact or physical contact with anybody. "And I don't know your name, but you already know that I like you and all," I continued but caught the shy boy's attention. He looked at me quizzically wondering if it was some type of joke. My breath hitched as I caught myself in a trance as I stared into those dark gray eyes of his. He raised an eyebrow and smirked snapping me out of it. I blushed before hesitantly asking. "What do I call you?" "Call me possessive," trigger warning sexual abuse

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