Fanfiction Citrus Scale Novels & Stories

As usual, all the students are looking at us, mostly looking at Cream or the others, no one ever really looks at me or maybe I can't see it because I'm always looking at the floor but all of a sudden when Coco suddenly turns and says "Ah, Caramel!" I jump a little, Cream's hand being the only thing holding in me place as I say "Y-Yeah?" He's carrying up his phone "A fanfiction about us both is ranking number one in fanfic on W*****d!" A visible cringe shows on my face as I say "U-Us?" Chocolate turns around completely, now walking backwards as he says "Yep! Me and you! Yeah, yeah, I know I can't like kiss you or whatever but in this book, you really like sex! Which isn't a lie, you literally

Bob then hastened to add, "Other than Elaine, obviously. How about the new girl, Lisa? It would be inappropriate for me to notice, or I'd add that she is extremely hot." It was tempting. Lisa was indeed hot as blazes, but I had been there and done that already, and, while for different reasons than Elaine, the opportunity for further adventures with her was also closed. I paused, and I don't really know why. As I've said, I think rating women on a one to ten scale is silly and unproductive. I just classify them as NOs, YESes, and OH GOD PLEASEs. There were only three OH GOD PLEASEs among my fellow counselors. Elaine and Lisa off the list meant only...

I simply walk towards the door, biting the insides of my mouth to bite back an angry growl. Something stops me in my tracks just as I near the door. It's the scent of citrus. One that my whole body and soul reacts to. One that reminds me that five months isn't what it takes to heal from a rejection.

“Oh, Zak. Typical male. I’m crying because you’ve just reminded me how much you guys care. Fuck, my own family didn’t do that. That’s what this tension is all about. Celeste and I…our relationship was messed. up. Our mother, Hades torture her soul, pitted us against each other in every way that she could think of: musical abilities, potion making, magic skills, grades in school. Fuck, that bitch would even compare our waist measurements.” Citra shakes her head and wipes at her eyes. “Celeste and I were best friends when we were younger. Celeste’s six years older than I am, but we were inseparable. That was, until she could start participating in magical instruction at age 10. Mothe