Eighteen Ja Huss Novels & Stories

STEPMOTHER’S BOY PT 1 Jasper Quill came home from college for summer break. The house felt different now that his dad had married Vivienne. At twenty-three, Jasper was a muscular college athlete with a strong body from years of training. He carried his bags upstairs to his old room. Vivienne Cross was thirty-nine and stunning. She had long red hair, voluptuous curves, and a confident smile that made Jasper’s heart race. She treated him kindly, but he had been secretly attracted to her for months.

Every pause calculated. “They know,” he muttered. No surprise in his voice. Just confirmation. He reached the first entry point. Door slightly ajar. Too easy. His eyes narrowed. “Not a mistake,” he said under his breath. He pushed it open. No alarm. No reaction. That was worse. Because it meant he wasn’t breaking in. He was being allowed in. Keisha stepped closer to the table without realizing it. Her eyes stayed locked on the screen. “He shouldn’t be here,” she said.

"You're going back this afternoon?" "Yes, Father," Jenna nodded. "We really want to." "Mmm-hmm." Sienna added. "I certainly think you should visit your father as much as possible. And you haven't told anyone about this?" "No, no-one." Jenna said seriously. "And you haven't, Sienna?" "Nnnn-nnn." She denied. "You're a very good girl." Lucas told her. She really was, especially since the beautiful blonde eighteen year old was completely naked, kneeling between his bare legs and sucking his cock. She had gotten very good at it, pumping him into her throat energetically.

he says, grinning. “How many is multiple?” she asks, frowning. “More than one, less than a lot,” he says, aggravating her even more. “Are you ready to finish hooking up the security system?” “I want a number,” she says stubbornly. “At sixteen?” He looks thoughtful for a moment. “Nine.” “Right when you turned sixteen or before your turned seventeen?” Yana asks. “Before I turned seventeen.” “You realize you’re poking the bear, right?” I ask Hijack. “You’re literally standing here and creating a monster of biblical proportions.”

Sexy? I wasn't sure, but the numbers some creators pulled in made my eyes widen. If I could just push through the shame, maybe I could save her. My name's Jenna, 24, with curves that always turned heads but never paid the bills. Long auburn hair, full breasts that strained against any top, and hips that swayed without trying. I set up the account that afternoon, username 'Jenna Lusts', profile pic a teasing shot of me in lingerie. 'Helping a girl out...join the fun and make a difference,' I captioned it vaguely. No one needed to know about Mom. Not yet.

I said to him, only trying to escape this whole act. “After an introduction to my daughters, I promise. We have all night my good friend…” He grinned so fakely I wanted to ask if his facial muscles didn't hurt. On cue, a girl with blond hair walked down the spiral staircase. She was wearing combat pants and a stylistic top that looked like it was also designed for combat. “That's our combat girl.” Joanna squealed. “This is my lovely daughter, Jessica.” I lightly shook her hand and smiled for the camera while she did the same.

Among those unwanted things would be me. Jessica is a 1 year younger than me and the beloved daughter of my father and Beth. They view her as the "rightful" daughter since she was born between fated mates. She is beautiful, as much as I wish she looked like a troll, she doesn't. She has short blonde hair that she has in ringlets framing her face. Her almond shaped brown eyes that glared at me as she took another step closer. I study her as she enters my room, step by step. Jessica is taller than me, about 5'6" and much slimmer. Unlike me, who has a full bust and curvy hips, she has neither. She holds herself up high and could easily be a model in a normal human world. Her skin is unnaturally

I whirled ready to lash out at whoever it was, only to stop dead when I saw who it was, He was something straight out of a fantasy novel, he had this slight tan thing going for him, and the tux he wore did nothing to hide how toned his body was, I had to tilt my head backwards a bit to get a good look at his face, he had honey brown eyes and a very defined jawline and Dark hair, I’d have really hated it if he were blonde, no offense to my mother.

he said, blowing out air as if it were the last breath in his lungs. “Your hypnotic abilities have increased sharply,” Vata praised, emerging from the corner of the stairs. The robe, replaced by an elastic sports jacket, made him look young, befitting his actual age, which stopped at forty-five, twenty years older than Jay. Although childish, Vata considers Jay to be as old as the stele. "Describe any parts you see!" Vata moistens the lips. “My eyes are always closed to unworthy things.” “That's good.” Jay slid his hand under Ruby's thigh while his other hand pressed closer to Jay's chest. Propped up on one knee, Jay got up to carry Ruby bridal style.

Jessica was at the entrance of their house with Jenny, a girl of same age range with her that stays in the neighbourhood, they got talking but Jessica seem to be drifting away from everything Jenny was telling her, " Please I don't want to give that a try I'm scared" " Trust me Jessica, your going to like it, you can save up money and get your own apartment" " What if my aunty gets back and find out I've done it?" “ She would never, unless you tell her"