Fine Hair Short Choppy Bob Novels & Stories

Sapphire - I had never seen a man as drop-dead gorgeous as Dylan. When his steel-grey eyes met mine, I knew I was in trouble. There was no way he would ever see me as anything other than Riley’s little sister. Fine, I am not ugly by any means, but I also know that with my blue hair and tattoos, most guys are turned off, and that doesn’t usually bother me, so why does it bother me regarding him? Of course, I would develop a crush on him. When he and two other teammates of Riley’s move in with us, I know I am in even deeper trouble. I swear, sometimes it appears that he is flirting, and what is with that pet name? There is no way Dylan is interested in me, is there? Dylan - As soon as her sapphire blue eyes met mine, I knew she was mine. Her brother Riley was my best friend and teammate, so I knew this would be tricky. It became even trickier when I moved in with them. It didn’t take long for Riley to figure it out. Between my flirting and the pet name, I gave her more or less gave it away. We hashed out our problems, but then she was attacked. Now her stepfather has sent people after her; he has no idea who he is up against and who he pissed off. No one touches what is mine, and I claimed Sapphire that night in the bar. My precious jewel is that, MINE! He will regret trying to harm her; they all will.

How does Iris, a boring college student pique the interest of Smoke, a not so human entity. There's a fine like between love and obsession, but he crossed that line long ago.

After the hot sex, the boss asks the secretary to decide whether to be mistress or secretary. She liked him silently for a year, so decide the first. Everything's fine till the baby comes along.

***Warning: Mature Audience Only*** No Safe Word is a sinful collection of short stories where control is the ultimate game, and surrender is inevitable. From ruthless CEOs to dangerous strangers and forbidden rivals, every short stories teases the edge of pleasure. Each story pulses with obsession, domination and a passion that burns through every rule… just when you think you’ve had enough, it pulls you deeper into a world where there is no safe word. Dare to play? There’s no turning back once you say yes.

If she ever had a name, she didn't remember what it was. Cursed as a child to pay for her selfishness and pride, she was doomed to live out the rest of her life as a wolf. This was fine until local packs relented to let her live her life in solitude. It was fine until she forgot who she was and became a lonely she-wolf fending off every male in the territory. It was fine until she met him, the prince from the royal family ruling over her land. The stupid man found himself in danger and if she didn't save him, the entire royal army would be slaughtering all life in her beloved forest. So she saved him. And how everything she ever knew about who she was and who she is, is being questioned. Her body is beginning to change randomly into a human form she doesn't recognize. There is a glimmer of hope for a human life again, but does she want it? She was happy with who she was, wasn't she? And then, Prince Philip's older brother, Morgan, gives her a name... Aria. And he talks to her as if he understands her every thought. With emotions swirling, threats to her life, and a potential to love a man who is betrothed to another, Aria must decide between a human fate or eternity as a wolf.

⚠️ WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content. If you are under 18 or uncomfortable with steamy, erotic, forbidden, or taboo themes, kindly exit now. "I'm sorry, but I now have a girlfriend", Eric said. " Just fuck me tonight Eric, please ", " Just tonight ". I cried. Lola, a college professor, just got dumped by her no-strings-attached sex buddy, Eric. She's pissed, frustrated, and painfully horny. Back in her office, she flips lazily through student assignments, the task was simple: *Write a short romance story of your choice.* But one freshman, Noah, took it way too far. Instead of a harmless love story, he wrote out his filthy, unfiltered fantasy. About her. His professor. Dive into Noah’s bold approach, Professor Lola’s burning curiosity, and a collection of sizzling short erotica that push every boundary. -------------------------------------- This book contains a collection of different short erotic stories.

18+ Explicit content, very explicit! Reader’s discretion fully advised! This is a collection of some of the steamiest, freakiest, and darkest fantasy. From reverse harem, to age gap to Bdsm, rough scenes, taboo relationships, supernatural, etc. It contains different collections of erotic short stories. If you're uncomfortable with it, please don't read. They say desire speaks a universal language… These stories prove it. What happens when touch is the only truth left? In this compilation of sensual short stories, women find connection in the most unexpected places.,. with strangers, with aliens, with the unknown parts of themselves. Each story peels back the layers of longing, blending sensuality with emotion, and desire with discovery. It’s not just about pleasure. It’s about awakening. This is a collection of short, intoxicating tales that blur the line between passion and danger, fantasy and reality. Every story burns with longing, breathes with temptation, and reminds you that surrender can be the most human thing of all.

WARNING TRIGGER--18plus only-- Yes! this is a mature content only. If you are not over the legal age, do not read. This book consists of short sex stories, best friends with benefits, the dominant husband, the cruel boss, your naughty new neighbor. short stories of your wild fantasies, and mine. . . duuh.Contents may be a bit too graphic for the liking of some, maybe not enough for some! Either way! sit tight, relax, and enjoy the ride.Be a dear!! Hit the like button and comment. Your interaction makes me inspire for more updates!

To scrape together my mother's surgery money, I worked myself to the bone at this company for three straight years. My performance was always number one. By myself, I supported half the sales department. Then, a newly hired HR director decided every desk needed an AI camera, claiming it was to optimize efficiency. Every blink, every breath I took was measured and calculated by the system. "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray blinked more than twenty times within one minute. Mental distraction detected. Fine: 50." "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray took 3.5 seconds to drink water, exceeding the standard by 1.5 seconds. Slacking detected. Fine: 100." "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray's mouth corners drooped for over thirty seconds. Suspected spread of negative emotion. Fine: 200." The most ridiculous part was the way he stood in front of the entire department, pointing proudly at my data on the giant screen. "See that?" he said smugly. "This is the power of technology. In front of AI, you lazy freeloaders have nowhere to hide. Nathan, your bonus for this month has already been wiped out by the system. If you don't like it, get lost. Plenty of people are lining up to take your place." What he didn't know was that the AI system he trusted so blindly had its core code written by me. Tonight, I was going to show him what happened when he angered the one who built the machine.

My brother Christopher owned a boutique on Fifth Avenue. I'd gone in, picked out a few pieces, grabbed a silk scarf on the way, and was heading for the door. The clerk behind the register stopped me. "Ma'am, we'll need you to settle this now." I looked up. Her name tag said Yvonne. Unfamiliar face. Probably new. I didn't think much of it. "Just put it on the owner's account," I said politely. "He knows who I am." She gave a little snort through her nose, eyes raking from my hair down to my shoes. "We don't run accounts here. You might have the wrong store." She pushed an itemized bill across the counter. Four hundred thousand dollars. I scanned the line items. Personal Style Consultation. Premium Fitting Service. VIP Client Private Service. Every single charge cost more than the clothes themselves. I let out a short laugh. "I'm a Whitfield. Christopher's my brother. Whatever this is, he can deal with it at home." Her smile got uglier. "Anyone can claim to be a Whitfield, sweetheart. Are you trying to skip out on the bill, or are you just trying to embarrass yourself?" I didn't bother arguing. I pulled out my phone and texted Christopher: [Fire the clerk named Yvonne in the next ten minutes, or I pull every dollar I have in this store.]