Degrassi Next Generation Zoe

Hannah Stone, a seventeen years old highschool student whose mother past away and had to move to New York City with her dad. What she didn't know is that her handsome, careless neighbour is her new school bad boy. What happens when she came face to face with him. Noah Black is an eighteen years old Australian. He is also known as Halloway highschool bad boy based in America. His father is a business tycoon and one of the richest man in the country, he is a per-time boxer. What happens when he finally meet his new neighbour and sees her his worst enemy. I kept on blubbering on how coincidence it is till he slammed me against a locker. My chest started to heave. What did I say? "Look bîtch, stay away from me or my girlfriend. You hurt her feelings and I hate you for that. If I ever find out you hurt her again, I'll make your life a living hell" he spilled out with venomous, Australia accent. He turned around and walk towards the exit. Why did he say that to me? She started it. He's being mean. He's being a bully. Am I suppose to tell someone? Should I tell my dad.

!!Mature Content 18+ Erotic short stories!!! “Let’s play truth and dare shall we?” She challenged. Alan didn’t need to ponder about it, since his life was going to end anyway. It’s not such a bad idea to play games with his neighbor-enemy- a sexy b***h at that- With a decisive gaze, he met her eyes. “I take the dare.” He uttered and Gia had a mischievous smirk as she rubbed her palms slowly, Explore a realm of steamy, dripping hot one-night sex between next-door neighbors who deemed themselves as enemies. On the sideline, they nurture the dirtiest, sexiest, and naughtiest fantasies about pleasuring their crushes. The lustful tension becomes palpable as these hotties ogle at their next-door neighbors through the window until they surrender to their repressed, dark, unapologetic, and tempting desires. Watch as the boundaries between sexual attraction and hate blur in exciting ways.

What were the odds that I'd just fucked my boss and been too buzzed, too horny to clock it? Impossible. Catastrophic. My life was like a ticking bomb of fuckups already; this would only make it explode. "Get a grip, Shayle," I whispered, shaking my head hard. It can't be. -------------- What would you do if you found out you only had four months left to live? In the case of Shayle Vale, she was the definition of a plain Jane; quiet, overlooked, and freshly dumped by a boyfriend who called her ‘boring’. But when the doctor drops her death sentence, she decides ‘boring’ dies today. She made a list; Quit her job, Lose her virginity to her hot next-door neighbor, get a tattoo and Do what the fuck she wants. But life doesn’t play fair. Her shitty boss refused to accept her resignation, her neighbor was allegedly still a virgin, and nothing on her list was going according to plan. Now Shayle’s plain, safe little life is spiraling into messy office wars, late-night temptations, secrets she never saw coming and a toxic love triangle. Will she tick off her last wishes, or will fate throw her off the list completely and into the arms of two sinfully attractive men instead?

Moving to her old town was supposed to be her fresh start into adding up the pieces...or so she thought. But when the fiery, headstrong Jhelani Snowfire finds herself living next door to not only one but three dangerously irresistible Alpha heirs, she learns quickly that trouble comes in leather jackets, tattoos, motorcycles, wicked grins, actions, and wolf eyes that see far too much into her. Caught between lust, love, loyalty, and a curse that names her as the one who would destroy the sworn brothers bounded by oath, Jhelani must decide if she will resist the temptation of the Wolfbane brothers…Or surrender to the Forbidden pull of the Alphas living Next Door.

WARNING: MATURED CONTENT "Every time you flinch when I get close, it burns me up inside. I’ll prove to you that whatever monster I was before… I’m nothing but yours now." — At twenty-four, Hera was a licensed agriculturist serving her hometown. She walked through life alone, yet found anchor in her father—the provincial governor—even as she remained his secret child. Her world was stitched together by nothing more than trees, earth, and the creatures that roamed the land. Then came the murder that shattered her peaceful existence. She watched in horror as a masked figure committed a brutal killing just steps from her home. The assassin turned to silence her next, but Hera struck first: one desperate swing of her shovel to his skull left him bloodied and still, lost to unconsciousness. Convinced she would be thrown in prison for what she’d done, she called her father. It was in that moment she learned the truth—the man she’d felled was no ordinary stranger. He was a dangerous mafia member. She had fought the mafia. And worse: he would not wake anytime soon. He had slipped into a coma. To escape the wrath of those who would hunt for him, Hera followed her governor-father’s stern command: “Hide him. Keep him alive. Never ask why.” He became her darkest secret—but secrets do not stay hidden forever. A year later, the man opened his eyes with no trace of his past. Fearing he would kill her the moment his memories returned, Hera spun a perilous lie: “I am your wife.” As days bled into months, he craved the warmth of her touch, while she prayed his mind would never piece together what was lost.

All her life, Octavia had endured one form of abuse to another. From a father who hated her guts and blamed her for the death of his wife, to the mob boss who was supposed to be her knight in shining armor. Octavia is ready to cross love off her list when life throws her the mysterious Giovanni heir. A bad boy who would do anything to get in her pants, piss her off and still manage to be charming about it. What happens when love falls into the forbidden mix? When life tosses her into a web of secrets and betrayal, will she be able to hold on to this bad boy or lose him in her quest to hurt those who caused her pain?

"Get up, I'm hungry. Cook for me NOW!" The authoritative tone jolted me awake, not giving me a moment to freshen up or even change. We don't sleep side by side; he stays in the master bedroom while I occupy the guest room. He can't stand being near me. It hurts deeply when those words come from him, but it's a recurring pattern. I hurriedly made my way downstairs, still tying the robe around me. In the kitchen, I began preparing his breakfast. You see, I'm his secret wife. No one knows except our parents and a few friends. Since we got married, not a day goes by without him reminding me that he doesn't love me. Not a day goes by without him hurting me. But that's alright because, as I've mentioned, I love him so much that I'm willing to do anything just to earn his love in return. A single tear escaped and fell onto the clove of garlic I was chopping. I quickly wiped it away. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Manang watching me. I took a deep breath to regain my composure before turning to her with a forced smile. "I'm sorry; I got emotional over garlic." I lied.

In the year 1890, the first generation of Alarson Organization, handled by Marthalyn Eroses who died in a Heart Attack while fighting for her position. When she died, the Organization became cruel because of the leadership of Arlena Eroses. Her stepsister who had steal her position. In 1895, Arlena died due to Breast Cancer. She chose her young daughter at the age of ten to be the next boss in third generation. When Amalie Eroses, daughter of Arlena died at the age of twentyfive because of Tumor Cancer, the Organization stopped running. After 125 years, the Organization started again. What would be the cycle and intention of 4th generation of Alarson Organization?

Di bagian timur Kota New York ada dua ahli waris. Satu adalah maniak kecepatan yang mendominasi arena balap, satu lagi adalah aktuaris genius yang mengendalikan arus modal. Keduanya berasal dari keluarga terpandang dan sifat mereka berbeda jauh. Namun, mereka tumbuh bersama sejak kecil dan menjadi satu-satunya sahabat sejati. Mereka pernah berebut perhatian seorang gadis, juga berselisih karena taruhan di arena balap. Namun, saat berusia 15 tahun, mereka sama-sama menggantungkan sebuah lencana tembaga di dada. Itu adalah hasil latihan ukiran tangan dari Mia di kelas kerajinan, dengan sebuah huruf "M" yang tergores di bagian belakang. Saat itu, Mia duduk di bangku paling belakang kelas. Tak seorang pun tahu siapa identitas dia sebenarnya. Namun, kedua laki-laki itu mengenakan lencana tersebut selama 10 tahun penuh. Entah itu saat berdiri di podium juara F1 atau saat mengetukkan palu pada investasi triliunan di bursa, lencana tembaga murahan itu selalu menempel di dada mereka dan tak pernah tergantikan. Sampai akhirnya muncul Ella. Putri kesayangan dari keluarga konglomerat baru. Ella menyulam sebuah emblem kain berhiaskan benang emas dan memberikannya kepada mereka. Kain itu cuma benda biasa yang mirip dengan pernak-pernik murahan yang dijual di pasar loak. Namun, mereka malah sama-sama melepas lencana tembaga itu dan menggantinya dengan kain murahan yang diberikan Ella. Mia tidak mengatakan apa pun. Dia hanya diam-diam menyimpan foto lama mereka yang tercetak di sebuah koran usang. Malam itu juga, dia menelepon ayahnya yang jauh di Sisilia. Nada bicaranya sangat tenang saat berkata, "Papa, aku menerima pernikahan politik ini."

In New York’s Upper East Side, there were two heirs. One was a speed-obsessed daredevil dominating the racetracks, the other was a brilliant actuary who controlled the flow of capital. Born into powerful families and polar opposites in temperament, yet they grew up side by side as each other’s only best friend. They had fought over girls and bickered endlessly over racing bets. However, at fifteen, there was one thing they did in perfect unison. They each put on the same roughly carved bronze badge. They were trinkets Mia had idly made during a craft class, marked only by a faint “M” scratched on the back. Back then, Mia was seated in the last row of the classroom. Her background was a complete mystery to everyone. Yet they wore that badge for ten whole years. Whether standing on the F1 podium or locking in billion-dollar trades at the exchange, the cheap little badge on their chests never changed. Until Ella showed up. She was the cherished daughter of a rising conglomerate family. She hand-stitched two gold-thread fabric patches and gifted them to them. The patches looked so ordinary they looked like the kind of trinket you would find three for a dollar at a flea market. And yet, they both replaced their bronze badges with her plain patches. Mia did not say anything. She simply folded away an old newspaper clipping with a photo of the three of them smiling together. That night, she called her father in Sicily. Her voice was emotionless. “Papa, I accept the marriage arrangement.”