Bonnie Kissing Freddy Novels & Stories

Taya Williams's life is forever changed by one kiss, and it isn't even a real kiss. All the way until her senior year of high school, Taya has been living her life cautiously and drama-free, until one day she is chosen as the female lead for the school's theater production. She soon realizes she has to share a kissing scene with the mysterious new guy, Judah Hudson. When the bad boy Judah offers her the deal of a lifetime, Taya finds herself in the world of skipping classes, practice kisses, and jealous lovers. Maybe there is more to a bad boy than just cigarettes and brooding stares. Maybe, and just maybe, there is more to this obscure deal than meets the eye.

One viral video destroyed my life. ​My boyfriend cheated. My roommate filmed it. The entire school watched. ​I didn’t mean to kiss Ryan Carter. I just wanted revenge. ​I thought I was using the King of the Ice to hurt my ex. I was wrong. Ryan isn't just the most feared guy in school, he’s my future step-brother. ​Now, we’re sharing a hallway by day and a forbidden secret by night. But as our fake feelings turn into a dark obsession, I’m realizing the terrifying truth. ​Ryan didn't just happen to be at that party. ​I was his target all along.

At Bridgehall High, Charlotte Tilbury was the picture perfect queen, top grades, a flawless Instagram, a handsome boyfriend, dreamy sex life and a legion of admirers. But a midnight dare on a secret dating app leads her to Sophie, the new girl with a hidden past and a smile that feels real. But when Sophie walks into her school as a transfer student , everyone’s secrets, her best friend’s, her boyfriend’s, and her own, start to unravel. And a rogue gossip page turns the school into a battlefield of lies, Charlotte’s carefully curated world begins to crack. When the truth about Max, Maya, and the mysterious “Lottie” finally erupts, will anyone be left untouched?

‼️‼️Erotica, SUITABLE FOR 18+ Cassia Vale’s marriage is crumbling. After the birth of their daughter, her husband barely looks at her since she's plus sized. His distance feeds her insecurities, leaving her starved for touch. When he can't attend the romantic getaway she planned, Cassia refuses to waste it. She goes with her best friend instead, only to stumble into an underground VR club where fantasies come alive. There, she meets Kael, a scarred stranger who takes her body apart in ways she never dreamed possible. She leaves him behind, believing it’s over and it was just a one time affair. But when she returns home, Kael is waiting. He isn’t just anyone. He is her husband’s estranged b

I once thought Jareth was the love of my life. He said "Mom's in the hospital," but then turned around and kissed Lily in the VIP seats at the concert; when his bipolar disorder flared up, he was violent with me, but then told Lily, "You’re such a good girl"; he had videos with Lily saved on his phone, and in the chat records, he called me "the cold, emotionless finance robot." Five years of love, ruined in his lies and betrayals. He thought I would cry and scream, but all I did was watch him finish his final act. When he knelt on the ground and said, "I was wrong," what I handed him was the merger agreement: "Sign it. This is the first debt you owe me." Those broken hearts will eventually t

Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. “Please, touch me here,” I said as I took his hand and slowly guided his fingers beneath my panties. I moaned deliriously when I felt the heat of his fingers caressing my wet slit directly. **** I almost had a one-night stand with a stranger at my graduation after-party once. Almost broke a promise I made to my dead mother. He wasn’t like any other guy I’d come across. He had this sadness and arrogance hidden behind his beautiful eyes that made me fall for him. But within minutes of meeting each other, things changed drastically between us. He said words that made me feel humiliated, but that w

My mate, Kane Blackwood, was the most feared Alpha in the Northlands. For three years, he treated me like something that belonged to him. He would drag me into his arms on the stone steps after moon rituals, pin me against the wall in Blackthorn Keep’s long corridors, and bite the mark on the back of my neck beside the patrol trails in the border woods, as if he needed everyone to remember exactly whose Luna I was. I used to think that was his way of loving me. Rough. Possessive. Lacking tenderness. But love, all the same. Until one night, I stopped outside the council hall and heard an elder say in a furious voice, “Those charcoal sketches on the black market were released by your people, w

The most reckless thing I had ever done was turn my back on the Moretti name and leave St. Clair Harbor with Lucian DeLuca when the Commission pushed his family out and he had nothing left. For three years, we lived in a drafty Brooklyn loft and ducked black Chevrolets on winter nights. Then Lucian fought his way back to the East Coast table. Everyone started calling him Mr. DeLuca again,and I became Mrs. DeLuca, the woman he swore he would always protect. Then Clara Voss appeared. She had once saved his life as a night nurse at an underground clinic, and Lucian never forgot it. He bought her a clinic, protected her family, and let her step, inch by inch, into the middle of our marriage. He

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, the old Alpha King laid the names of several heirs before me and told me to choose my future mate. Because I was the only pureblood heiress of the Redmoon Pack. For generations, Redmoon Pack had bound itself to the Alpha King’s line through bond. Only my bloodline could bear true pureblood heirs, and whoever formed a bond with me would stand closest to becoming the next Alpha King. This was never just a bond. Even so, I chose without hesitation. Kaelan, the fourth heir. Everyone present was stunned. Everyone across the packs knew that I, Sia, the pureblood heiress of Redmoon Pack, had loved Raine, first heir to the Alpha King’s line, since I wa

Three days ago, Damon Ashford marked me. The night he became Alpha, he sank his fangs into my neck under the moonlight. When his wolf blood mixed with mine, my wolf soul trembled violently. I thought the bond was taking root. I was too excited, too happy to tell the difference between real blood transfer and the simple sting of broken skin. This morning I went to City Hall without telling him. I wanted to pick up our certificate and frame it for our bedroom wall. I wanted to surprise him. The clerk checked the system, then looked up at me. "Whitmore, the mark on your neck is fake. There is no trace of wolf blood exchange." "Also, Ashford completed a formal registration with a woman named Cla