18+ Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Izzy! We can't..." "Oh, we can." Isabella clicked on a video thumbnail: "Stepdad Teaches Twins a Lesson." The screen filled with a scene—man in his forties, two young lookalikes on a bed, clothes half-off. Moans started low, the actor growling commands. Liam's cock throbbed harder. "This what you fantasize about?" He sat back, arms around both girls. "Watch."

Libia muttered, "it’s not what it seems..." "You don’t have to explain anything to me. You’re an adult, but you’ve just been through something really difficult. And while that damn Brazilian is very sexy, I advise you to take your time and continue with your therapy." *It’s more complicated than that*, Libia thought. "You’re right," she said, looking down.

"He was talking about a new deal that you need to check. Some movements are being captured in Indonesia also. They are actually dealing with India and in our world we don't prefer backstabbers." "Fine. Will check on that." "One more thing. Stop being so overprotective about her. She can survive. She is 22 now. She is not a child anymore that you need to break the nose of the boy who tried to kiss her during her high school days." "Dad, how do you know that? I mean I didn't mean to do that. I was just protecting her. He was about to kiss her." "So? All the teenage girls and boys kiss. Should I remind you how many girlfriends you had? Let her live a normal life."

Was he eighteen? "Wait... I just have to ask. You're eighteen, right?" she said. The legal age was sixteen in the UK, but as a rule, Lexi wouldn't engage in sexual contact with anyone under eighteen. At twenty, it just felt wrong. Getting held up on a statutory rape charge wasn't exactly on her bucket list of things to do this year. "Of course I am, I'm in sixth form college with your brother, remember?" he asked, brows raised. "Why? Do I look young to you or something?"

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

36 (Recommended for 18+ audience. Please read at your risk) 'What are you doing Max? You are raping her in the name of a game, aren't you? This is not you. You would never do that to shy girl, not even her, the daughter of your sister's criminal.'

I do know that he catches a lot of attention, not only because he was tall with an athletic body but because Annabelle never stops mumbling about how he has a spotless face, dark curly fuzzy hair, green eyes that made him look innocent and sexy, all according to her standards. She would always whimper about his red bottom full lips and killer dimples that shows up when he angelically smiles. Talk about exaggeration right? He doesn't make it better as he can sometimes be Mr. sympathy. " We've seventeen days till your birthday wifey " She said way too excited. " Are you really counting it?" I asked taking a deep breath. "I was planning on _ " She was cut by her mother calling her. "I've to go

Worse, the bottle points at Mark. “Oh!… Lucky me,” he cheers, taking a swig. “Give Sam a French kiss,” he adds with a naughty, reserved look, as if wanting a private show. “Somewhat naughty request, huh, brother?” Sam says, taking my waist and sliding his tongue down my throat. I sway slightly, dizzy and confused, the familiar heat in my stomach intensifying, every fiber of my body tingling. “How about you guys have sex now?” Mark suggests. “What?… What did you say?… Here?” I interrupt, eyes wide, looking at Sam, who stays silent.

STEPMOTHER’S BOY PT 1 Jasper Quill came home from college for summer break. The house felt different now that his dad had married Vivienne. At twenty-three, Jasper was a muscular college athlete with a strong body from years of training. He carried his bags upstairs to his old room. Vivienne Cross was thirty-nine and stunning. She had long red hair, voluptuous curves, and a confident smile that made Jasper’s heart race. She treated him kindly, but he had been secretly attracted to her for months.

Turning around to face him, I crossed my arms over my chest. "Look, it seems you don't know a thing about werewolf stuff, so let me educate you. Eighteen is not a child, it's a fruitful age. When she-wolves turn eighteen, they can find their mate and bear a pup. Child wouldn't do that, right? So again, I'm not a child, I'm an adult." He copied my stance, crossing his arms on his chest and my eyes betrayed me for looking at his biceps as it tightened. Damn, why does that look so good?