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Fiction is meant to evoke emotion, but never at the cost of your mental or emotional health. Everyone processes stories differently, and what is thrilling for one reader may be overwhelming for another. Please proceed with awareness and care. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Before you dive into this story, I want to share something personal with you. I wrote this novel when I was just thirteen years old. At the time, I had no formal training in writing, no grasp of complex literary techniques, and very little understanding of storytelling rules. All I had was a vivid imagination, a notebook (or keyboard), and the desire to bring my characters to life.

(first time, sex toys, car, old man-younger woman, exhibitionism) Introduction: 19-year-old Kitty was looking forward to joining Grace on campus when she had to get something from her best friend’s home. She encounters her secret crush, Grace’s hot divorced father, Rick. When circumstances force them to face their sexual attraction, Kitty gives in to Rick’s expertise and allows him to be her first fuck. This whets her thirst and leaves her wanting more. CHAPTER 1 "Please, please, please, Kitty?" Grace lamented over the phone.

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Then Came You (The Youngers Book 1) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2018 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotat

**WARNING** Dear reader, Before you read this book, be aware that it contains a lot of mature content dedicated for those above the age of 18 years old. It contains violent and bloody scenes, strong language, as well as quite vividly described love scenes. If you feel uncomfortable by it, I, as an author won't mind if you chose to stop reading it. My friend once asked me, why I want to become a writer. I've answered, so that I could at least control the lives of the characters in my book. My life was out of my own control since forever…

A mere 18 year old girl writing a werewolf story with mature and cryptic scenes. But I did, I finished it, I made it and outdid myself. Even while I was writing the ending, I felt like crying while I typed the words that were coming inside my mind, I never knew that I would be able to pull this through, end it and somehow outdid myself. Create a whole new world through my words and imagination.

Honestly, it was the way to escape from my worst reality. Whenever I was beaten or I got scolded by my aunt, I would just read one of those fantasy filled romance stories and ride myself away in the time travels of story. I walk through the moors and meadows together with them and also through all those magical stuffs. This all started when I had to read a book 'The kidnapper,' while I was in my middle school and write an essay about it. And the habit of reading never went away since then. Books have become one of my best friends since then.

’ *** In Dorsal Finn library, Agnes Clutterbuck pushed a small trolley stacked with several neat piles of books. As she approached the section marked Historical Fiction, the wily librarian hummed a happy tune in her mild Scottish accent. As she tapped a silver, thistle-shaped ring against the trolley’s tubular metal frame, the leaden air was lifted by light little chimes. The quilted material of her trademark purple body warmer creaked in time with slow casual movements, and her glasses, hanging from a fine silver chain around her neck, danced in the air as she leaned forward to place a Diana Gabaldon novel on a lower shelf.

The Story of Chrissy and Asher My birthday had just passed. I was finally 18 years old. But sadly I was still a dumb virgined-nerd. I had been picked on all my life. Being in our high school was a bigger drag because we were in a small town. Which meant that the same stupid people that I knew in elementary as my bullies, were my same tormentors in high school. I was deep in depression most of my life. That was, until she moved in nect door. My angel- she had beautiful curves in all the right places, bee sting lips with the long batting-lashes that made me do anything she asked me to do.