Novel & Cerita Flippy X Flaky Fanart

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

They both sat in the car as Muhammad drove, the only sound was the swishing of the wind and a Lady Antebellum's song playing softly from the car radio. They were headed to an art gallery at ikoyi, it was hidden and a little hard to find for first timers like them, which was why Muhammad had called the number on their website where a lady with a pleasant voice had described it to him and told him to call if he had more questions. Muhammad had a new found interest in art and he was interested in Amirah's opinion in some of the artworks they could get to display in their home. "Why are they called Lady Antebellum when they're a band with two males and a female?" Amirah asked desperate to end th

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his. “So, ‘F’ stands for Friend.” He said flexing my thumb towards the inside of my palm. “Hmhm…” I hummed. “L for Love.” This time he flexed my index finger. “A for affection.” He went to my middle finger. I was watching him quietly as he bent my fingers one by one almost making them a fist. “E denotes Enemy,” he said flexing my pinky after skipping a finger. “What? I am your enemy?” I asked him pouting.

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Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

she said flatly to Fleurie. " Ryan," he sighed, his voice heavy. " Collison," he continued, his voice trembling. _______________________________________________ How was it? What do you think of Xaun and Apollo? should I make a separate story for them? What do you think of Ryan? will Fleurie accept him? VOTE. COMMENT. SHARE Word Count:1872

The stupid, reckless, perfect kiss. I slam the phone face down on my pillow, but it buzzes again almost instantly. Lily, of course. Lily: “Girl. Wake up. You’re on the internet. And it’s delicious.” I type back with fingers still shaky: Me: “NO.” She sends a string of laughing emojis, then another screenshot. #FlynnAndKaya trending in bold letters, Fan edits, slow-motion clips, someone’s even put our photos side by side with sparkles and dramatic music.

It was too powerful and slid under her touch, slowing only marginally. Alex drummed her fingers on the metal vent. She smiled, pulling off a platinum pearl earring and jammed it near the center of the fan. The metal grated roughly; sparks flew and the fan spun raggedly to a halt. Alex hit it hard in the center and knocked it from its bolts, sending it flying backwards. She crawled on.

I stared at my phone, and the picture of Connor and I kissing in my car before we left to go nap at his house. Someone had taken the picture through one of the classroom windows by the looks of it. There was only a single caption over the photo. Guess who's the ultimate fuckboy? "What the hell is this, why would someone do that?" Connor shrugged towards me, a bewildered look on his face. "I know right, they took away the snapchat hotdog filter, and now this!?"