Class 1 C Mha Novels & Stories

Content with his life as a small town postmaster, Alex Bentley never intended to become a hero, much less a media sensation, but fate had different plans. When unpublished author Rachel Clark walked into his lobby to pick up yet another rejection letter, the disappointment in her vibrant green eyes compelled him to do whatever he could to help her realize her dream. Even secretly edit her manuscript. Little did he know his one impetuous act would lead him through a complex maze of jealousy, blackmail and revenge. From deep within the splendor of the Catskill Mountains, to the majestic skyline of Manhattan, First Class Male delivers an intricate tale of a small town postmaster who triumphs over a ruthless District Attorney, a mysterious adversary, an unsympathetic public and finally his own heart.

When he was 8, she was 3 and a fairy at a Halloween party. His eyes could not leave her side. When he was 15, she was 10, they met at the school entrance, she was in a hurry with her parents and did not see him but he did, his eyes lingered on her every step. When he was 19 she was 14, and was the feisty little thing he has ever seen but then she disappeared... He kept her deeply in his heart, and was eager to meet her again until he saw her as a lady of the night.

James wasn't your typical writer. He gave a new meaning to Copywriting. His life wasn't great but he was doing well for himself; six figures in his bank account, and a hot neighbour that he had more than one wet dream about. His life was great until he died of course. Now he's stuck in another world with a secret mission. He's ready to spin another new meaning to copywriting.

Be my woman. Give your all to me. You will not regret it. l will revenge for you. I will treat you well I will give you everything you desire in this world. Even if it means getting the stars from the sky l will.

BLURB: 18+ | Strictly for Mature Readers Only Reader Discretion is Strongly Advised️ ️Content warning ️ This collection is packed with raw, no-limits erotic filth, rough pounding, degrading dirty talk, breeding obsessions, messy creampies, and every taboo fantasy that crosses the line. Expect intense power games, secret betrayals, and characters who dive headfirst into what they know is completely wrong. FILTHY CUMSLUT COLLECTIONS delivers scorching, cum-soaked short stories for anyone who craves the kind of dirty pleasure society screams you should never want. Each tale is a complete, pulse-pounding erotic ride spread over 7 to 10 dripping chapters. You’ll find slow, teasing tension that explodes into nonstop filthy fucking, forbidden touches turning into brutal claims, mouths and holes used without mercy, and desperate sluts begging for more even as guilt burns hot. These aren’t gentle romances. These are raw, addictive fantasies where good girls and boys get ruined, stretched, filled, and turned into willing cumsluts for the wrong person. Open the book… if you’re ready to get wet, degraded, and completely hooked.

“Roll your fingers into your cunt, fuck your pussy fast, and spill every inch of your juice on my face, cause I want to taste you. Right here and now!” * My best friend’s dad and I hate each other. Or so we thought. It used to be a tug of war for us. He thinks I am a lousy girl who has nothing to worry about, and I think he is a cold man who hides pain and mischief behind that hard-angled face of his. But all of that changed when I bumped into him stroking his cock and moaning my name to the picture I posted on IG to spike my still very obsessed ex. I had many plans for the years, but none included fucking my best friend’s dad during the Christmas celebration she had informed me of. But I did, and every day after that became dangerous, pulling us deeper and deeper into places only cock and cunt could reach. I am just a broken girl. One who saw herself as someone unworthy of love, until I found it in the wrongest of places. I shouldn’t want it. I shouldn’t desire him, but it started as lust and whirled into something dangerous. Now he makes me cum every night and makes me laugh every day, but at what expense do I have to keep us? I have a dream, and it's about two people who shouldn't want each other. 80 forbidden percent and….20 percent Damnation. Hello!!!! And… welcome to Ruins!

During a public lecture on derivatives, I hurl my water bottle hard at the blackboard. Under the stunned gazes of the professor and my classmates, I stand up and say, "Seriously? Is there a need to explain a problem this simple? Move on to the next one. How did you bunch of idiots get into the accelerated program? How are you even worthy of sitting in the same classroom as me?" I turn my head and see my mother, who is standing outside the classroom to accompany me as I attend the lecture. She has a pleased and approving look on her face. A reporter sitting in the back quickly points the camera at me. I smile and call out toward the door, "Mom, I need to pee. Come take me to the restroom."

My husband's gym was celebrating its grand opening, so I grabbed my best friend and headed over under the guise of "checking the place out," armed with a $10 trial class we had snagged from a group deal. I never once mentioned that I was the owner's wife. The moment we wrapped up the workout, a female trainer slapped a price sheet into our hands and gave us a look that could cut glass. "Let me guess, you two came here to milk the freebies? Our private training sessions cost hundreds. They're not here for people like you to exploit." I let out a disbelieving laugh. "We bought a perfectly valid trial class. How does that make us freeloaders? Get your manager." She rolled her eyes, acting like she was the rules. "Call whoever you want! The owner is my boyfriend, and he can't stand penny-pinchers who show up trying to mooch off his gym." Then, right in front of us, she called him—voice raised, dramatic, dripping with fake indignation. "Babe, there are two cheapskates in your gym demanding the manager. Come deal with them for me!"

Asya is the most promising ballerina the Royal Ballet has seen in years. Wildly ambitious, back-breakingly disciplined, and immensely driven, she has only one objective: prima ballerina. There is nothing she won't do to earn this once-in-a-generation title. But behind her ballerina grace she hides dark secrets of an inhumanly strict mother, pushing her body to cruel limits, and serial hookups with male dancers. Roman Zharnov is the star of the Russian ballet: young, successful, arrogant, beautiful, and worst of all, talented. He's come to London for a fresh start after earning himself the nickname 'the bad boy of ballet'. It is during a rehearsal that his eye falls on Asya, a nineteen-year-old soloist with spitfire in her eyes and a raw talent capable of silencing an auditorium. But Asya has a partner, and she wants to stay as far away as possible from the Russian prodigy with a reputation that won't seem to leave him alone. In the competitive world of classical ballet Asya is climbing the ranks, earning coveted parts and building a name for herself as a promising soloist. But all the while she is playing a dangerous game behind the curtain. Roman has found the one ballerina that can keep up with him and wants her to partner him, but he will soon realise that animals can't do what she does.

Everyone in class can hear my thoughts, but there's a catch—the "thoughts" they hear have been deliberately altered. During the exam, while I swiftly fill out the answer sheet, the rest of the class stays put. They eagerly wait to hear the answers in my head. [The answer for this is C, of course. These questions are exactly the same as the ones Ms. Clarke revealed to me. I'm going to be the top student again without even breaking a sweat!] Everyone else immediately copy my answers. Ultimately, apart from me, they all end up failing the exam. During our swimming class, my leg cramps, and I start sinking underwater. I try to scream for help, but my classmates hear something entirely different in my head. [I'm going to act like I'm drowning and see who's the idiot who jumps in to save me. Hahaha!] In the end, they all watch indifferently as I drown. My eyes open again. I've gone back in time to the day of the exam. This time, I can also hear these "thoughts" of mine that have been altered.