Boy Port

Hot jocks with winning on their minds meet the women who bring them to their knees and teach them love is the only goal worth fighting for.

The AFA 2020, or the Antonio Facundo Awards, is a competition for journalists like Avery Taylor. It is also often open to writers and directors. They will take a subject, a prevalent person with people, and publish to the public how that person lives. Avery earns the honor of being an exceptional reporter and journalist every year. She won AFA 2019 last year, and he will never relinquish her seat. She will make sure she gets the same award again this year. All she had to do is find someone, a person everyone looked up to with a mysterious identity. Cormac Carter, one of the richest bachelors in the entire Philippines and owns one of the most popular car brands globally — C.C Cars, will be Avery’s target. He’s the gem of the competition. That man already has all the ‘ingredients’ for that, and Avery will not let the opportunity slide. With that desire, she had so much to go through, but Avery never expected that by digging into his past, she would find her past that was buried into her mind for a long time ago. The incident that caused her to be hit by a car and develop amnesia, the incident that made her feel the hardship of the past fifteen years..

Nate Donalds has survived high school by hiding behind books But when his private journal his darkest secrets, therapy struggles, and forbidden love for Cole Michaelson is exposed, the walls he built around himself shatter. Humiliation, betrayal, and bullying threaten to destroy him for good. Cole is the school’s golden boy with secrets of his own, steps in to protect Nate but at a cost. He’s bisexual, trapped in silence by his abusive father and terrified of losing everything if the truth comes out. Between stolen kisses, hidden meetings, and the relentless cruelty of high school, Nate and Cole are forced to ask: is their love strong enough to survive the lies, the fear, and the betrayal waiting to tear them apart?

I dropped by to help my younger sister revise her thesis, and while I was at it, I joined her research group for dinner. The moment I walked into the private dining room, a few girls blushed and called out to me. “Hey, handsome, are you single? Give us a shot!” My sister’s boyfriend, Eric Pensworth, looked at me with a faint smile. “Man, you look kind of familiar. You remind me of that pretty boy everyone’s been talking about on the forum. “They say you slept with Professor Alva Jackson and stole my direct-entry PhD spot.” I froze. The Alva Jackson he was talking about was the newly hired professor at Adams University, fresh back from overseas. Just as I was about to explain, he cut me off with an innocent look. “Maybe I got the wrong guy. You look way too respectable to be the kind of guy who lives off women. “But Professor Jackson’s nearly fifty. How could you even do it with her?” I stared at him, completely dumbfounded. Since when had I become a fifty-year-old woman? Was there another Alva Jackson at Adams University besides me?

Stella and I are at a college party and man, it’s so bad ass. This is our first college party and Stella’sm first party ever. Are you having fun, sister? I ask her. Yes, I really am. My sister Stella is your quiet, stay to herself kind of gal. Where I am that loud in your face kind of girl. So, it’s not weird seeing a beer in my hands and dancing my ass off with my friends or my hot as hell boyfriend Jax. What’s weird is seeing my sister with a beer in hand and dancing to the music, getting her freak on with a strange guy. I’m glad my twin is letting her freak fly tonight. We are going to be seniors when school starts and damn; we need to make a name for ourselves. Being the quiet ass bitch is only going to get her picked on. Jax comes up behind me, moving his hips to the music. Want to go upstairs he asks after a minute of grinding against my ass. Um, yes, I do. I say, wiggling my ass against his front. I’m going to go upstairs with Jax for a bit. Do you think you will be okay while I’m gone? I ask Stella. She just gives me a look that says piss off, asshole. I throw up my hands in surrender. Okay, I say, wiggling my brows. Get it, girl. I tell Stella. Stella just smiles at me. Ditto sister, she says, wiggling her fingers at me. I laugh and grab my boyfriend’s hand and drag him upstairs. When we find a room upstairs, I slam Jax against the wall and kiss him fiercely. Damn baby, did you miss me? Jax asks, smiling.

"Aku hamil.”kata Farah. “Kau hamil?.”Kata Micko dingin. Micko yang mendengarnya seakan sudah bosan apa yang baru saja ia dengar. Bahkan di benaknya ia ingin sekali mengugurkan anak yang ada didalam perut Farah. “Awas saja kalau kau tak mau bertanggung jawab!!.”teriak Farah yang semakin memanas. Di saat yang bersamaan, sesosok wanita cantik muncul di belakang Micko. Micko kaget waktu ia melihat Danita, “Hai, Micko.”kata Danita. Farah yang melihat hal tersebut merasa sangat tak berdaya, di dalam hatinya dasar laki-laki brengsek!!!!!! Ia pun menyiram MIcko dengan air es dingin ke muka Micko dan, “Siapa dia?!.”katanya. Micko tak bisa berkata apa-apa. Ia hanya bisa mendapatkan rasa malu dari ujung kepala hingga ke ujung kaki. Namun, ketika ia melihat bahwa Farah membuang minumannya ia tetap tak bergeming. Waduuhhh……Apa yang terjadi yaa?? Menurut kalian bisakah kehidupan lama menghancurkan hidup seseorang sehingga tak memiliki perasaan? Kalau kalian sependapat yuukk saksiin kisahnya Micko….

Dans ce monde d’Euphoria, où sexe, sang et sorcellerie sont liés, lisez ce livre et mettez-vous dans la peau de Virginie – étudiante en médecine le jour, sorcière la nuit – Atmo, le pêcheur misérable et rêveur, Myrina, l’Amazone, Lucien, le vampire, Cudor, la guerrière dévouée, Argien, le nécromancien, et Vladimir descendant de nobles Transylvains. Vous connaîtrez des aventures palpitantes, irez de plaisirs troubles en scènes gores et de scènes gores en paysages merveilleux. « Les portes d’Euphoria » est un passage entre notre monde réel et celui d’une fantasy addictive qui renvoie à notre côté inavouable. Ce recueil qui regroupe « Le lys noir », « Les six reines du pêcheur », « Lune sanglante », « Argien le nécromancien » et « La nuit du loup-garou » se présente comme de l’anti bit-lit ou encore la matière noire de la bit-lit, non pas de manière opposée mais complémentaire. À la fois fantastique et érotique, il est interdit aux moins de 18 ans et vous invite à vivre une expérience unique en son genre.

This is a story about a girl who believes she's got terrible luck. Terrible luck with her boyfriends,her job and even her parents. Just when Leslie thought she had hit the breaking point of her life she meets someone who's willing to change all that giving her a new job as his secretary, a new place and a new life. But their chemistry and sexual tension is so intense she can't resist! With her terrible luck and bad sense of direction will she ruin this new relationship of hers? Find out!

Lila Richmond has a secret that could destroy her,she's harboring feelings for her stepbrother Ryan Callaway. When her worst nightmare comes true and her old bully Cassandra becomes Ryan's girlfriend, Lila thinks things can't get worse. But she was wrong.Hockey bad boy Derek Stone knows her secret, and he's offering a dangerous deal - fake date him to throw everyone off her trail. But as their pretend romance heats up, Lila discovers that Derek's cold reputation hides something she never expected. Will their fake relationship survive when real feelings get in the way? And what happens when the truth comes out?

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.