Himym Book Novels & Stories

"It is impossible for me to become pregnant when using contraception!" THE END OF BOOK 1

Alysia shouted even though she wasn't heard. "It's fun to play with someone like you who used to be at the top, but now at the bottom is bad! The speed of karma! " She laughs with annoying him. Thank you for reading hope you like my story! Author's Note: Alysia does not speak because the medicine injected into her has affected her speech. She like a dumb.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

He was scared of the unknown. It was almost like the very second he opens it, a new set of problems were going to resurface and unlike the last time, they just might consume him. Either way, he had to do it. He had to open the door, go to his room, meet his roommate and other friends perhaps late in the evening and pray things went well. The door squealed softly as it opened. Harold Girard walked into it with his travelling bag before him and just as mildly as he had opened the door, he closed it behind him.

He quickly pushed the thought away and stared into her enchanting eyes. Those hazel pools looked more golden than green as they mirrored the arousal in his own eyes. Liam had never wanted anyone so badly. The little mocking voice in his head told him that having sex with Nicole four or five times would not satisfy his insatiable appetite for her. He immediately shut it down and focused on the present.

Heath wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life making sure their story would always be filled with the most perfect love. “Promise me something, my love…” “Anything you want!” “Promise me that you’ll burn that awful book the minute we get home.” “Book?” “Yes, Heath. Book.” A single eyebrow arched high, and Rowena stared at him with a knowing gleam. “‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma’.” He cringed. “If you want… but why?” “Because we don’t need it, my darling. We never did.” Rowena smiled at him wholeheartedly.

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

* Graphic warning ahead. This chapter references sexual abuse, tragedy, and suicide. Please do not read if any of those themes may be harmful to you or damaging in any way.* Heath finds Kimmy in their attic room at Adam's house, exactly where he thought that she would be. After she had run off, Heath had stayed behind to deal with that pompous dickhead. The man is a coward and a poor excuse of an alpha, they all knew that from when he hid during the big worgen attack that killed many of his pack. But now Heath also knows that he is a bully and an asshole. So far he has found no redeeming qualities.

Emma winced, feeling immense pain sear through her as he inserted a finger in her, knuckles deep. And then another. Tears welled up in her eyes and began streaming down her face. It was devastatingly humiliating. It was tragic! Despite it being her life and her body, she had no right to stop him from doing the things she didn't want. Emma felt utterly helpless. She was breaking! Kevin continued to stretch and pump his fingers in and out of her, all the while cursing and savoring her warmth and tightness. His fingers, bold and skillful, moved with grace and precision, expertly knowing how to please a woman. He could see her holding her breath, yet her body was responding to his touches.

He hesitantly mumbled as he arched an eyebrow. "Bingo." "W-What?" He stuttered, pulling his hand away as well as taking the heat along with him which made my heart clench in pain but nevertheless I continued, "Get ready you are going to have your first sip of alcohol today." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/N: Hi loves! Thankyou for loving my story. Your comments and likes makes my heart swell in pleasure. Just saying again, that all of my books are unedited so you'll probably come across many errors. It will go under heavy editing, one day. Also guys just dropped a new story, "The Filthy Rouge" do check it out! It would mean bucks. xoxo.