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Nobody was allowed inside his room but Zac unintentionally rushed into his room sometimes which my father didn’t mind at all. Caroline got scared and held my father's hand. “Hahaha! Oh, my dear son” My father laughed and slowly pushed Caroline away and picked up Zac. “What are you doing here my little munchkin” “I was playing hide and seek with Anna. I want to hide in your room daddy.” “Let’s hide together” My father exclaimed. They both hid and Anna came inside the room as well. All 3 of them played and giggled while Caroline stood at the corner looking at Zac with extreme hatred. She couldn't bear him anymore and wanted him to out of her life.

Carrie meets her idol. How hard will she fall? Find out in this epic steamy series... >>>>>> All characters are over 18. A few famous Tennis Pros are mentioned, but the main characters are all completely fictional. Several actual locations in the Orlando area are mentioned, however Carrie's workplace and tennis club are fictional. ***** "Out!"

It was sad, but I understand the field I work in. I snort at that last thought. No kidding I know this profession. My mother lived this life until her death from cancer when I was seventeen. No doubt about it, I'm my mother's daughter when it comes to a story. I smooth my hands over my almost flat chest and breathe slow and steady. I'm ready to tackle the story largely ignored by the media...a series of young teen killings in the lower south side of the city. The young women appeared to be prostitutes. Their ages varied from fourteen to twenty. Some had yet to be identified and their ages were only forensic guesses at best. From the records I've gathered, forensic testing showed a variety of

I really had no idea how to keep up a conversation with such a hot guy, and every word was a struggle. “How old are you?” I finally asked, since I couldn’t think of anything else. “Seventeen,” he answered. “Really!? Me too.” “So is this a new school year for you?” “Yeah,” I replied. “Maybe we’ll be in some of the same classes.” “Nah, I’m home-schooled. My mom is a bona-fide control freak, and—” He was cut short when Julie yelled, “Taylor!” adding, “I feel sick. I think I’m gonna pass

He was right; I needed to have a little faith. I smiled. “Oh...by the way, I brought this for you.” He pulled from his jacket pocket, the book we found at Miss Rosenthal’s house and pushed it in my direction. “The FBI is counting on you to decipher the book,” he said in an optimistic tone. “Wait...what?” Shooting him a confused glance. “Did you say FBI? Since when?” “Yes, the FBI took over, after the case made national news. With all the deaths and disappearances; including Mrs. Rosenthal and...”

It's finally here! Finding Us, formerly known as ‘Crazy About Boys | Finding The One’ when it was originally written on Wattpad, is a New Adult Fiction novel, which is a subgenre of Romance. Since there isn't a New Adult Fiction tag, I'm forced to use the Romance tag. However, there isn't much of a difference, except the aforementioned explains the book better.

“Vanessa, you’re seriously a lifesaver. They’re twenty now, so they’re not little kids running around, but I still feel bad just dropping them on you like this. Ryan’s the quiet one, always at the gym getting all athletic and focused. Darius is the loud one with tattoos all over him, thinks he’s God’s gift to women. You’ll spot them right away. They’ll probably keep to themselves and stay out of your way.” I bit down hard on my lower lip and squeezed my thighs even tighter, feeling my pussy give a strong throb just from hearing their names. They are twenty years old. Young, strong bodies full of that wild, nonstop energy. My mind flashed straight to what they must look like naked, hard cocks

I'll make mine. - RP is a very exciting tale that includes Romance, Adventure, YA/NA, Fantasy, Sci fi (in other books), Action and maybe even Horror. So If you're ready for his Action-Adventure packed book... READ ON.

SOPHIA'S POV The old mansion loomed at the end of the overgrown driveway like something out of a nightmare. Being fresh out of high school, this stupid dare had sounded fun especially after we had been sitting around Nicole’s basement drinking cheap vodka. Now, walking up the bushy path with only our phone flashlights lighting up the way, it felt like a horrible one. “Guys, seriously… this place looks condemned. Can we please go get tacos instead?” I called out, wrapping my hands around myself.