Fine Hair Choppy Bob

Rey Jhon Zialcita, a gay young man, once worked as the babysitter of Gabriella Chan—a spoiled girl who don't know how to cut onions because she always got everything she wanted. The only person who knew his secret was Gabriella because she once caught him kissing a photo of a man and even asked him straight out if he was a gay. Everything went fine with his job as her babysitter not until Gabriella’s debut party. That night, Rey Jhon gave in to temptation. He thought things were turning out the way he had always imagined. But reality was far from perfect. After that, he went away, searching for answers to the questions that troubled him. When he finally found them and came back to Gabriella but it only led to more pain. He should have known there was a problem waiting to be uncovered. But when he finally discovered the truth, it was far bigger and more heartbreaking than he ever expected. Now the question is—will he be able to win in the end?

“I want a divorce!” Angela said, staring at her young and handsome husband with her head high. “You had the nerve to tell me that? Fine! Who wants to stay married to an ugly and stupid woman?” Sky Mars scoffed, looking at her from head to toe. “How much do you want from me?” He asked, thinking she only married him for his money. “I don’t need your money, Sky. Only that,” Angela pointed at the beautiful handmade quilt on the bed. “Not only you’re ugly and stupid, but you’re also crazy. Take this, sign the divorce papers, and don’t ever come back,” He took the blue peacock design comforter on the bed, throwing it at her. She picked up the quilt that landed on the floor and turned her back on him, hugging the soft fabric as she walked toward the door. She did not bother correcting him that she is not ugly and stupid, but crazy? Maybe. She was probably insane falling in love with Sky, that not only the name and status is beyond her reach but also his heart.

BLURB Drasa Rurik, a hybrid with silver hair and Onyx eyes, has always lived with the pain of her parents’ mysterious deaths. Now, as she begins her first year at Nightshade School, her life takes an unexpected turn when she agrees to a fake relationship with Cassian Devereux, the heir to the ruthless Umbrafang Pack. What begins as protection against the relentless bullying soon turns into something neither of them anticipated. Drasa begins her pursuit to uncover the truth behind her parents' death, a truth she believes lies with Cassian’s father, Lucien. Drasa finds herself in a dangerous game of power and secrets with the threat of Elara’s jealousy and Lucien’s unyielding control, Drasa must decide whether to embrace her feelings for Cassian or use her powers to destroy the very family that has haunted her for years.

“It’s about midnight, the cool and gentle breeze will be blowing by now. I remember setting my bound hair loose to feel the soft but harsh power of the wind, sending cold shivers down my nape; the blinding bright lights illuminating the street would be lit. What about the big mansions? Situated right beside the lone empty road. So sad I can’t see or feel any of that; these great white-cornered walls would not stop me from reminiscing the beauty of taking a night walk; "who would have thought, this beautiful street conceded an Asylum?!" Emilia Vilia-Rosario was dragged into rivalry and a revenge war between,The Pedro's and her family. She was tricked into signing a contracted marriage proposal to Mariano Douglas Pedro, the billionaire heir to Pedro's Fortune.

Claire is in training to take over her cousins trades business. She is out to prove herself and nothing or no one is getting in her way. Her first voyage out to sea to complete her first assignment the unthinkable happens. her ship is attacked by pirates. Staring at the ship attacking them and then the tall dark captain; Something feels familiar. The Captain feels familiar. The Captain of the pirates is in debt and over his head in a bad situation. Not only does he owe a notorious pirate who is now calling himself the king of all pirates. He just became and enemy of the crown. Could this golden hair feisty annoying woman be his under cover angel? Will Claire help him right his wrongs and in return him help her prove that she is worthy of running her cousins business. Book two in The Morning Star saga

Queenie Livingston, my best friend whom I have cared for over the years, gives me a bottle of perfume. I immediately turn around and pour its contents down the toilet. In my previous life, that perfume made me sprout hair all over my body and reek. I was shunned by my colleagues, and my then-boyfriend and superior, Preston Zimmerman, wasted no time in dumping me and hooking up with Queenie. I desperately sought medical treatment back then, but with nowhere left to turn, I died in utter agony and despair. Only after my death did I learn that the grotesque condition was caused by the perfume Queenie had maliciously tampered with. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the exact day Queenie gave me the perfume.

“Stop Jeremy, you should go slower , I’m out of breath” I whispered and moaned truly out of breath . My thighs had been spread and shaking , Jeremy’s cock slipping smoothly in and out of my pussy,surrounded by cum from both of us , I suppose. He had hit my G-spot accurately with every insert and I could feel every inch deep inside me coupled with the speed I wanted. But I needed to pretend I had had enough of it.He passed his fingers through my red hair, “you know how long we’ve longed for this moment”, “ this is just the beginning”, he whispered, biting my lips and slowing down a bit and then returning sharply to his previous pace. This should’ve been me right?

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I was cleaning my house when I found a picture album. As it turned out, my husband had been religiously taking pictures with the girl of his dreams every year on this precise date. He had been doing it since he was forty years old and he was now sixty years old. His hair had progressed from a jet black to a faded white and yet, he kept up the tradition. There was a written message in his handwriting at the back of the picture that read, “Eternal Love.” Since he doesn't love me, I will no longer bother washing his clothes and cooking for him. I will no longer care for his children and grandchildren. I may have foolishly wasted half of my life, but it was not too late to make a change.

Holy shit. Hell no. Ivette’s brain turned into a puddle as she stared into those bright brown eyes that had wiped her world away on that night weeks ago. She would never forget those eyes that haunted her dreams every night. His knowing smile. His full mouth that had touched every inch of her skin. His dark hair that her fingers had dove into and pulled as she moaned against his tan skin. His scent that made her knees wobble with need. At least, now she knew his name. When Ivette King's long-term boyfriend proposes to her, in a bid to find some semblance of peace, she takes a step in the wrong direction. A one-night stand with a rival. A mistake, she called it. An unforgettable experience, he begged to differ.

His hand wrapped in her hair, yanking her face up to him to look into his angry eyes. "Tell me where the fuck is he?" He growled, making her shudder in fear. "Tell me now!" "I..I..won't..." she whimpered due to a sharp pain shot through her skull. He grabbed his pistol and pressed it right on her temple, snarling, "Are you going to tell me or you wish for death?!" "I want to die…" she cried out. Anger roared through him, he pressed the gun in her temple wanting nothing more than to kill that bitch right that moment but something snapped inside him when his eyes fell on her body, and a cruel smile curved his lips. "Not before getting a taste of you!"