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The Good. The Bad. The Girl.

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"Sorry, Alex." He picks up my bag and hands it to me. I take it quickly and hold it to my chest.  "It's fine. My fault entirely." I don't look him in the eyes.  He smiles and leans against the wall, blocking my path.  "Didn't like your own cloths?" He looks me up and down.  I would have explained, but he had asked so confidently, sarcastically and rudely that my temper flared a little.  "Nope. Didn't think they would flatter my figure."  Which was a total lie. These cloths made me look like a was having a laid back day, where my cloths made me look nice.  "Thought so. And you're right they do flatter your figure more."   He says roughly in my ear as he walks by "So much more.." He chuckles " Revealing."  My face goes deathly pale. He saw. And then I blush deeply and make a dash for my room.   When I reach it, I close the door and vow to never come out again. Never. My first day here and I was already wearing another boy's cloths and having another boy see me without a bra on.   I put my head in my hands. How freak'n embarrassing was that?  "Well well well.... back so soon?"  I jerk my head up and see I've entered the wrong room. I walked right into Lance's room. I had been so busy keeping my head low and holding my bag to my chest that I walked into the wrong room.  Could this day get any worse?All Rights Reserved

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New Girl by flowerchildDF

"You dropped this." I heard a husky voice say. I turned around to look at what I dropped and realized it was my schedule. I gasped. Damn, I would have been fucked if I'd lost it. I guess I didn't put it in my bag... I looked up to thank him, but ended up not being able to find my voice. He's really attractive. Drop dead gorgeous attractive. Hot. He has brown hair that is spiked up in a messy way and shiny chocolate brown eyes that are hard not to stare at. His jawline was firm and he is extremely tall compared to my 5'3" height; he seems like he's 6'1". He looks in good shape -- the white shirt he was wearing showed off his broad muscular chest. He wore a leather-mans jacket from the school over the t-shirt, with black denim jeans, and converse. I swallowed. I snapped out of it and took the paper forcing myself to say "thanks." However, he walked away before I even finished. OK... he obviously isn't interested in the 'new girl' like all the other students are. I can't help but feel a bit disappointed. Out of all the guys that have hit on me in school today he is the only one that has caught my eye -- bad news is that he didn't even bother. "You know him? I'm surprised the cheer-bitch hasn't threatened you yet." Jessica said, her face showing shock. "Um, no I don't know him... and cheer-bitch?" I frowned confused. "She's his ex-girlfriend, but considering she has such a small brain that is a size of a peanut, she won't leave him alone. I mean like seriously, EX; has she not heard of that quote, 'Thanks for the EXperience, Our time has EXpired, now EXit my life.' She is one clueless bimbo. Then again who would leave him alone he is S-E-X-Y!" I laughed. "I am going to love being your friend." I said while I looked back to where he had headed a while ago, but I no longer saw him. I sighed disappointed.

His Baiter by bagellss

[STANDALONE] Warnings: *Story moves kind of fast but oh well *Includes sexual content aka SMUT ~ "Mhm." I hummed out. He moves the fabric of my thong out of the way, positioning two fingers at the entrance ready to shove them in before the car door opens. "Get out." Sebastian pulls me off of his lap. "What the fuck? Who do you think you are?" The guy from the diner yells getting out the car too. Ah shit I didn't even get his name. "Get the fuck out off of my property or I'll kill you." Sebastian threatens. Diner guy's eyes widen as he gets in the car and drives away. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I spat at Sebastian who had already turned around and started walking back to the house. "I told you I forbid you from having sex with any other men." He replies. "You can't forbid me to do anything. You don't own me." I argued. He turns around smirking at me. "Technically I do." "Well I don't care. I'm going to do whatever I want, with whoever I want-" He grabs my throat and pushing me against the door. I stared right into his eyes. I didn't see anger, I just saw lust. "You're not going to do anything with anyone because I'm gonna make sure you don't. You're mine princess. All mine." He whispers possessively into my ear. I could feel my insides twisting and turning. I was already turned on and now I'm turned on even more. He flips me around so that my back is facing him and arches my back so that my butt is against him. He pulls my dress over my butt placing his hand gently on my butt rubbing it before slapping it. "I will punish you if I catch you having sex with anyone." "You won't do shit." I said but it came out more of a whimper since he slowly slid his hand down to my core cupping it. He uses the pad of his thumb to rub my bud and slides it between my wet folds. "Try me." He said and with that he turns around and walks into his room. ~ 100k: 05/18/21 200k: 09/15/21 300k: 12/18/21 400k: 03/01/22 500k: 05/2022 600k: 08/2022 700k: 2/23

Always His | (Book 3) 18+ by sunraeofjaes

BOOK THREE OF THE BLACK SERIES *this book CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "Get the hell off of me, Lucian," I snapped angrily, smacking the palm of my hands on his muscular back as he carried me out of the club. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" It wasn't until he carried me upstairs and into a VIP room that he set me on my feet. I wobbled from the combination of my heels and the alcohol finally reaching my brain. It didn't stop me from glaring at him, but he just stared back, his eyes blank. As always. He's never been a talker, unlike me. What the hell was he even doing here? "You can't just walk on the dance floor and throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes," I snapped, trying to get passed him. "I'm not a kid anymore, Lucian, okay? I'm not yours to protect - I never have been!" Hearing those words must have triggered him because he snapped. Lucian roughly grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the cold wall, his body pressed right against mine. My eyes widened in shock and I met his blazing glare, feeling his hand creep up to my hair and twist it in his knuckles. I tried to force the lump down my throat but felt the confidence leave my body. "I can do damn well as I please when I see my woman dancing with a man who would want nothing more than to take her back to his place," he growled out, tilting my head up by my hair. Our lips were almost touching. I suddenly can't breathe. "You're mine, Mia," he spoke, this time his words low and raspy. "You always have been - never fucking forget that."

The Summer I Felt Pretty. by Moonlit_Novelist

Alex.. That's all I remembered that summer night 3 years ago.. It was my 19th birthday and I was celebrating at the beach house, like we always did. Together. This summer was different. This summer was magical.. However, All I could remember was the tanned skin, in my bed, the morning after, cursing under his breath, searching for his clothes. All I remembered was his first name, after I peeked at a message that lit up on his phone, asking "Where are you, Alex? It starts in an hour." I remember the day before, but due to the alcohol in my system, it still was a blur. All i remember was the steamyness we shared and that he was in a rush, saying absoluetly nothing. Until he was gone.. I have been to that beach house every birthday since.. It's like he vanished and was only a memory. He only existed that one day on my 19th birthday. The laughs, the sun, the warm fuzzy feeling. It was perfect. Until it was gone. Vanished. It was the only time I felt like me, warm fuzzy, in the beach I loved, the mysterious man I met just that morning at breakfast who I spent the entire day with, it was the first summer I felt like myself ironic enough, falling for a man who i just met, He made me feel alive more than ever. He sent a spark in me. It was the first and only summer, I felt pretty inside AND out. Until I saw him.. 10 feet away from me. A beautiful woman attached to his hip, arm around her and PREGNANT. My world crashes around me and I can't breathe.

𝑊𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝐵𝑒 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 | ✩ by NatahsaRomanoffwho

"You forget how hard it is to ignore someone who looks the way you do," He replied smoothly, taking advantage of the close proximity between the two of us. Running his large hands slowly down my arms before looping them around my waist possessively. His gaze drifted lazily over my body, lingering on the curve of my breasts visible above the low neckline of my tank top. The air thickened with anticipation as we stood facing each other, neither willing nor wanting to break the electrifying silence that hung between us. I tilted my head up at his tall frame before speaking, "How would my brother feel about his best friend checking out his little sister?" A dark chuckle leaves his mouth, Matío traced lazy circles on my lower back with his index finger. "Your brother left me alone with you, remember? So I guess it's fair game." His voice dropped huskier than usual as he leaned closer to me, his minty breath fanning my neck. He's toying with me, But it won't work. "That's not quite how that works." I respond, pushing his chest to back him away. He won't win against me. Will he? 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. (𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 - 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨) ☆ (𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝙄𝙎 𝘼 𝙎𝙇𝙊𝙒 𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙉. 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙄 𝙈𝙀𝘼𝙉 𝙎𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙒𝙒𝙒𝙒, 𝙎𝙊 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙈𝙀.) ♡︎

My Bad Boy And The Gang. by ERDriskill

I look at California. She sits on my lap in the circle of us pot heads. She's not what I expected. She smokes she's the most sarcastic person I've ever met. She's smart but hates school. She's a girly girl who hates dresses. She defies logic in so many different ways I expect her to sprout a horse tail and start flying. Heck when we first talked Tuesday she called me handsome and looked confused herself. She acts like she has no secrets, and maybe she doesn't, but there's something different about her. She holds confidence yet she's shy. She smokes even though she's supposed to be the typical good girl. I'm determined to find out what she's hidding if it's the last thing I do. "Baby it's almost one am." I say glancing at my phone. "We should head out, your dad already dislikes me." She turns back to me and nods. She lightly stands up and walks to the door but waits for me to walk with her. "Trevor!" She yells in her friends ear making him jump away from her other friend Greg. "You get a ride with Mar okay?" He needs and foes back to his public make out session with the other boy leaving Cali with a look of approval and bewilderment. She clips her hair over her shoulder exposing the skin of her upper back due to the low dip on the back of her dress. In the split second I see the skin I think I see a black crow with a green eye, but that's crazy. Only crow members can get crow tattoos and only descendants of the original crow can have the green eye. By tattoo that's on my lower back has a red eye. The red eye means non blood related member. But I have a smaller one with a blue eye beside it. The blue eye means leader. When California's biggest secret is discovered by her new boyfriend will she be able to keep her past and family secret the secret she wants it to be? Will the secret tear the couple apart or push them closer together?

Storm, Meet Raine by Oneinamillie

"We share a fucking bed!" He follows me out of the bathroom, grabbing my wrist when I had turned my back to him. "What's fucking wrong with you now? You threw a bitch fit when you were at the hospital, and now when I compliment you, you're mad at me." "Maybe you shouldn't give compliments with the hope of getting me on your dick!" I snatch my wrist back, turning around to face him, but I smacked into his chest. He took that as an opportunity to grab both of my arms and hold them together behind me. "If I wasn't raised better, I'd spit on you." "And if I wasn't raised better, I'd kick your motherfucking teeth out," he gritted, shaking me when I struggled in his hold. "Would you stop!" He raised his voice, causing my insides to quiver, and my limbs stopped moving. "What is your problem?" "I'm not one of them," I spit angrily, "You can't make me look stupid before charming me. If you think you have to force yourself to compliment me in order for me to spread my legs, then you don't know me," I breathed harshly, my chest brushing against his body, and momentarily, his eyes flickered downward. "I'm offended. You think I'm trying to 'charm' you," he uses air quotations before slamming me against the wall right next to the bed, "When all I have to do is wink to get you to flood your underwear." "I'd like to see you try." I grind out, causing him to smirk at me. A different one this time. One that unsettled me. His lips curved up nicely, yes, but his eyes weren't sparkling with mischief. He didn't seem too happy with me calling him out the way I did. "Bet," he inhaled sharply before backing away from me, his smirk lifting higher, and it morphed into a beautiful smile. "See you at practice, bitch." Carson 'Storm' Speros and Raine Carter have a long way to go, battling through the abnormalities of their unique college and the tough time sharing a baseball team. Will Raine start to see the light in Carson and accept him? We'll see.

I hate that I love you by LazuliteTheSeawing

"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon

Can we be more than friends? (Cameron Boyce) by ice-shock

I decided to work on this one dance I came up with to California Girls by Katy Perry. I first checked to make sure no one was coming in and then I put the music on and started dancing. I was just finishing up when I heard the door open. SHIT!! I hope they didn't see me! I quickly ran back over to counter and turned my I-Pod off. I looked up to see a boy around my age walking up to the counter. He was pretty cute. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and a lot of freckles! "Hey. That dance you were doing before was really good." He said to me. "Thanks." I said blushing. "So what can I get for you?" I asked. He kept looking at me worriedly like I was gonna do something to him. "I'll have my usual." He said. I stared at him confused then I realized he was probably one of the regular customers that Aunt Lisa talked about. She gave me a short list of all the regular customers orders so as "not to inconvenice them" as she put it. I pulled out the list. "Ok what's your name?" I asked him. "You don't know who I am?" He asked. I shook my head no. He looked relieved. Wonder why. "My name is Cameron Boyce."

~My new Step Brother is a jerk. A sexy jerk~[COMPLETED] by Its_Just_Me_Aspen

"You see I would happily screw, but not get off. I want to listen to you moan my name, scream it. I want to feel your kitten tighten around me. I want to feel all of you. Thats all I want" He said in my ear. My hole body tingeling. I was not giving in to him. "I'm not being a good fuck for you. Sorry. Go find some girl who would actually want to fuck you. I don't and never will. Sorry to burst yo- OH!" He pushed his erection against my ass. "Yeah sure you don't. That is what you do to me" He relased me and went and sat on my bed. "You're an asshole" I spat at him. "I'll be anything you want me to be baby" He said suductivly. How the hell am I suposed to live with this asshole. "I hate you!" I said glaring at him. He chuckled. "Baby me and you both know you don't hate me. You want me. Its obvious. Every girl does" He said with a smirk. "If any good looking guy wanted sex all the girls would be there begging him to have their way with him. Its sad actually. Good thing i'm still a virgin. I'm saving myself" I said. "So you have no chance" I said with a smug grin. He got up and walked towards me. I backed up and hit the wall. His hands on either side of my head. He leaned in and his lips hovered over mine. "We will see about that Shea. I always get what I want, and I want you" His lips brushing up against mine. I wanted to kiss him but I didn't. I wasn't giving in.

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"You dropped this." I heard a husky voice say. I turned around to look at what I dropped and realized it was my schedule. I gasped. Damn, I would have been fucked if I'd lost it. I guess I didn't put it in my bag... I looked up to thank him, but ended up not being able to find my voice. He's really attractive. Drop dead gorgeous attractive. Hot. He has brown hair that is spiked up in a messy way and shiny chocolate brown eyes that are hard not to stare at. His jawline was firm and he is extremely tall compared to my 5'3" height; he seems like he's 6'1". He looks in good shape -- the white shirt he was wearing showed off his broad muscular chest. He wore a leather-mans jacket from the school over the t-shirt, with black denim jeans, and converse. I swallowed. I snapped out of it and took the paper forcing myself to say "thanks." However, he walked away before I even finished. OK... he obviously isn't interested in the 'new girl' like all the other students are. I can't help but feel a bit disappointed. Out of all the guys that have hit on me in school today he is the only one that has caught my eye -- bad news is that he didn't even bother. "You know him? I'm surprised the cheer-bitch hasn't threatened you yet." Jessica said, her face showing shock. "Um, no I don't know him... and cheer-bitch?" I frowned confused. "She's his ex-girlfriend, but considering she has such a small brain that is a size of a peanut, she won't leave him alone. I mean like seriously, EX; has she not heard of that quote, 'Thanks for the EXperience, Our time has EXpired, now EXit my life.' She is one clueless bimbo. Then again who would leave him alone he is S-E-X-Y!" I laughed. "I am going to love being your friend." I said while I looked back to where he had headed a while ago, but I no longer saw him. I sighed disappointed.