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It's Just A Game.

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Reads 666
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Parts 33
Time 2h 34m

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badboy lovestory

"Are you sure you don't want to go on a date with me?" He smirks, putting on Netflix. I swear, this guy.

"Oh goodness," I look down at my phone, strolling through instagram. "You know, you came out well too." He says in a serious tone. I tilt my head, hinting for an explanation. "You came out gorgeous, like extremely gorgeous. And you're super smart. And that's really attractive. And you look so innocent, like I don't want you to be exposed to the negativity in the world. You deserve better." He looks over, nervousness shows in his eyes, waiting for a response.

I look at him and I bring my hand up to his hair and I play with one piece of hair. "Thank you," I say in a lower voice, unsure how strong it is at this point. He takes my hand and intertwines them.All Rights Reserved

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Drake's Kitten (completed) by Yellow1017

He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

The Fuckboy (LGBTQ+) by norealpersonality

He wasn't letting go of my wrist. Maybe he was scared I would run away if he did. - "It's okay, you don't have to say anything Sean" I cut him off. "It's just... I didn't know you were gay" I said, slowering on the last part. I was still pretty shocked, to be honest. He let out a breath of relief. - "I'm not" He said, becoming his old confident self again. - "Well, you were with a guy" I answered in what sounded like a "duh" tone, joking a bit. - "Yeah I know, thanks" He answered in the same tone, his lips forming a half smile as he was joking a bit too. "Listen" He started, then sighed slitgthly. "I am bisexual" He finally let out.

Bad is Better by DimpleDoll17

"Like I said... you want me." I stepped towards the door and looked back. I'll be leaving now, you know staying the hell away from you like you "wanted" ". I turned around and looked at him. He stalked towards me angrily. I placed my hand on his hard muscular chest. "Try to forget me now." I smirked deciding to mess him up further. "I'm soaking wet, and you made that happen." I trailed my hand down his chest and reached into my short and touch my soaking p***y and pulled it out. I waved my finger in front of his face showing his the evidence. He grabbed my hand, stopping my movement. He looked me dead in eyes and stuck my finger in his mouth; he closed his eyes sucking my finger clean. He slowly took my finger out, his jaw clinching. And what he said, hit me right to my aching core. "You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all day and never get enough. Let me..fuck! So fucking delicious! I need more!" He dropped to his knees in front of me. Well shit just got real.

Call Me 'Possessive' by -DeadRoses-

"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***

FIRST LOVE by akesha28

He took a whiff of his cigarette before pulling me close to him. My heart was thumping so hard against my chest that I was afraid he'd feel it as I was pressed so tightly against him. He lowered his lips to mine and I instinctively opened my mouth as I captured the smoke. I wanted nothing more than to cough but I was dead set on proving to him that I wasn't as stuck up as he thought I was. He looked at me intently and I could see the glaze covering his eyes. "You passed" He said and I let out the breath I was holding. I passed. That was all that mattered to me. He smiled at me and I couldn't help myself as I was affected by him so I returned his smile. Follow the adventure of my #Firsts on #JustWriteIt

Chasing December (#wattyawards2015) by lalamusicisme

There was something about him. Or maybe there was something about me. I didn't want him in my life but he ran into it; literally. He liked to hide in trees, irritate me, and read books; despite the fact that it went against his image. He was more than meets the eye. Although at first I didn't want to know more. He lured me in like an unsuspecting moth to an open flame. Knowing the dangers I went in, wanting to know more. It could hurt me but it was too irresistible and I was drawn in. This isn't how the bad boy made me bad or about how I made him good. This is about how we changed each other lives. In good and bad ways. Whatever that means. "I don't bite.... hard." He smirked at me, winking one of his bright hazel eyes at me. It only made me more frustrated. "Yeah but Hunter, if you did you'd probably give me rabies." I rolled my eyes looking back at the book in my hand.

My Boss by ynaffitE

And there I stood, with my mouth wide open, my hands shaking, and my legs frozen. My boss looks up from his victim that is laying dead at his feet before wiping his bloodied hands on his shirt. As he saunters over to me, with a devilish hint in his eyes, all I could think about was how freaking pissed I was for my own body betraying my mind when it told me to run. I take a deep breath and close my eyes as he reaches his red stained hands towards my face, knowing this could be my last moment on Earth. Bracing myself for death to happen upon me, I clench my eyes shut tighter and curse myself for not being more brave. You might be wondering how I've ended up in this situation. Well, it all started 6 months ago, when I met the gorgeous stranger who now is holding my fate in his hands....

Make me by romanceactivist

When Carter Simon is forced to find a new place to live, her only option is to rent a room from a sexy stranger. Could she be exactly what he needs? "Why are you yelling at me? You started this shit!" My voice was loud enough that I was sure the neighbors could hear. "I started this shit?" He let out an unamused laugh. His eyes raking over every inch of my body. "You're the one who decided to prance around the house with your ass out." My blood was boiling. I took a bold step toward him, my hands balled into fists. "Maybe if you took a second to talk to me, I would have known you were home and put pants on!" He stalked toward me and my reflexes kicked in. I placed an open hand to his bare chest and he shivered beneath my touch. His stare softened and instead of storming off, he took a step closer. I could feel his minty breath on my cheek as he leaned forward. "You drive me fucking crazy. You're infuriating, obnoxious, immature and a massive pain in my ass." "If I'm so awful, leave me alone! It'll be like I'm not even here." A low chuckle left him as he closed the little space between us. My heart was beating out of my chest. "You see, I can't do that sweetheart." I swallowed the nervous lump forming in my throat. "And why is that?" "Because as much as you piss me off, I'm addicted to everything about you. Your body, your smell, your annoying ass voice. You're always talking back, and instead of hating you I've started to live for the challenge. You're intoxicating, and I just need you to shut the fuck up." I dared to step closer, closing the space between us. I could see his pulse quicken in his neck, as he tightened his jaw. "Make me."

Standing Up To Mr. Bad Boy ✔️ by DramaQueen_5

I walked down the hallway, I shoved through the people. I bumped into one and he growled "Watch where you're going!" "Watch where I'm going?" I laughed "You're the one who walked into me! So watch yourself buddy!" His eyes darkened "What'd you say?" The other guy put his hand on his shoulder "Dude calm" He glared at the guy and he removed his hand. He looked back at me "Well?" "What? You're being an ass! Wait let me guess, you're one of those guys who fuck their way through high school. And let me another guess, you and your friends go around thinking you own this school, well you don't! So don't tell me to watch it if you weren't watching where you were going! I'm sorry if I offended but you should really keep your trap shut. I don't care who shit in your Froot Loops this morning. Don't take it out on me! I think it's time to take your head out of your ass before I kick you where the sun don't shine!" I yelled He stared at me. Good he's speechless. With that I turned around and my hair whipped him in the face. I walked to English and sat down. I smiled at myself then class began.

Like the ocean by SevernRose

His gaze was piercing and endless. His eyes vibrant, blue and luminous; like the ocean. Every time he looked at me it was as though they resembled a hurricane, fierce and captivating. His hair was shining in the pale light of the rising moon and setting sun. It glimmered gold, like crisp leaves in Autumn and fell along his face. The water dripping, falling upon his smooth muscles. Everything about him made my insides go crazy, I couldn't think properly. The ocean crashing against the shore gave me a lulling temptation to just step closer. His face was chiseled by God himself, and his lips, oh his lips. They were pink and pouted; they looked so soft, so poisonously kissable. The desire was inextinguishable. The fire in my heart could not be burned out. I just wanted to know. I needed to know. I leaned in and our lips met in a kiss that felt like every bridge that had ever burned, had been burned for me. It felt like nothing imaginable, almost like time had stopped in place and we were frozen in this moment. No rest or peace was placed along those ominous eyes that resembled the chaos beneath the crashing waves. When he leaned in and closed them, they suddenly looked calm. Like the ocean.

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Drake's Kitten (completed)

He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.