Lemonade Mouth Outfits

As I sipped the water which HIS mother offered me.... I heard HIS voice. My heart skipped a beat. My mouth popped open and eyes went wide. He was standing right in front of me. Tall, handsome, his eyes met mine.... I forgot how to breathe. It was him. It was ARMAAN MALIK my one true love..... "Who's this girl Mom?" Mrs.Malik looked at me and then at him. "She's your fan." ***** Ayesha is your ordinary fangirl ....um.... not soo ordinary actually. Let's call her a crazy maniac. She just gets fits whenever she even hears Armaan Malik sing. He's her everything. All she does is think about him.... Even soo she studied hard and became a Chartered accountant just so that 1 day she could meet him and atleast work with him. But....is it that easy? Yep.... She met him and became his assistant manager...but the story won't be interesting with just work. How about a brew of romance and a spice of humour? I wonder how it might turn out.....

"You're not avoiding me after this... are you?" he asked hoarsely. I stopped breathing when I felt how close his mouth was to my ear. The heat started to radiate in my body. His voice and his closeness are starting to make me weak. I would have fallen on my knees if he isn't holding me. "N-No... I won't. I p-promise," I stuttered. "Good girl." ********** HOWL SERIES #1 Lucien Hellion Salvatorri is the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. He did everything to be the Alpha his people deserve, but it is not enough. Filled with pressure from the Elders, he was forced to find his Luna. But fate did not favor him, he failed to find her. And so, he made a decision that will change his fate because he had no other choice. He intended to cut the red string that binds him to his mate and choose someone else to be his Luna. But then fate intervenes, and just as his red string is about to break, he hears his Luna's voice... begging him to stop the pain. Will Lucien still proceed with his plan or will he end it?

"You have two choices, dove. Either I fuck you against the wall or on the bed." I stiffened, glaring at him and hoping he could see the hatred in my eyes. He moved closer, and ran his thumb along my lips. "Me? I don't mind any position." My teeth gritted as I stared at his face. It was a shame that someone so beautiful could have a mouth that foul. I leaned over and whispered. "Over my dead body, your majesty." ****** When Irene Slater is chosen to serve the Lycan King, she expects nothing but humiliation. He knows she is his mate, yet instead of claiming her, he strips her of dignity and forces her into a role meant to break her. It only deepens the resentment she already carries for him… and for the system that has always treated omegas as less. He wants nothing to do with her. She wants nothing to do with him. But fate has other plans and as tension turns into something neither of them can control, Irene is forced to face a dangerous truth: The king she was taught to hate may be the one she cannot escape.

You are fucking wet already,” Luca whispered against my ear, lope causing warmth to travel around me. His hand slid into my pants... A moan of pleasure escaped me but I pressed my mouth together. Adrenaline rushed within me at the thought of getting caught. Russell, my Alpha, was in the next room with Finn, and I was here getting wet for My Alpha's hybrid brother. Lia has always had this idea that she had no wolf until she had sex with Alpha Russell, the Alpha of her pack. Unfortunately, she found out that she was pregnant. She decided to hide the child. Illegitimate Royal children suffered a lot. They were mocked and called Bastard for no reason. Seven years later, a contest is organized for Alpha Russell to find his mate and, as fate would have it. She was betrothed to him. He outrightly rejected her scattering her dreams, but with this, she had caught the attention of Luca, the hidden hybrid. And he would do everything within his power to get her even though she ends up getting married to Russell, the pack Alpha.

“If I can make you scream, Daddy… you’ll apologize for killing my men.” I smirked. I take three men at once and still walk away starving. Then he slammed me over the pool table, tore my panties, and buried every bare inch of his cock. One thrust. “Daddy!” He fucked me until I squirted down his balls and forgot my own name. That man? My father-in-law. Alpha Knox. I'm married to the son, but wet for the father. Now I'm his daughter-in-law by day. By night I'm on my knees for this enemy Alpha, begging for the brutal pleasure no other wolf can give me. He's the ruthless Alpha I'm supposed to kill. I'm the warrior bride sent to destroy him. Instead I'm on my knees every night, mouth full with his cum, pussy dripping, addicted to the forbidden cock that owns me. How much longer can I lie with my husband in the next room... while I'm busy getting ruined by his father?

Eleanor Bella Starr is Black and You magazine's lead writer. After being threatened by her egocentric boss to either get something interesting enough to wow him, or take a tumble in his sheets, Eleanor hightails it to Orlando, Lake Creek. Lake Creek, home of the internet's weirdest stories. DESCRIPTION: STAY OUT! SAVE YOURSELF! How do you keep a writer away from that? Moreso, one as inquisitive as Eleanor. The mysteries begin the minute she arrives. The deeper she goes, the loopier it becomes. She is in a world of madness of the mind, death and bloodshed. She brought herself in.... But she can't get out. She hears things she can't fathom, sees things that are mind boggling and becomes something that definitely wasn't in her plans. Plans? There are no plans anymore. Plans can't exist in a world like this. Kill or be killed. Will the hunter become the hunted? Or will the hunter laugh last? Strangely enough, love blooms. She falls right into Andreas. Literally. Ever heard of the term, soul mates? How do you realize someone is yours, only after his mouth has been assaulted by someone else's, in your presence? In what world is that fair?!

My mouth inched away from his, and we panted for air. “This feels wrong,” I whispered and looked away. I darted my tongue out to lick my lips, my body still pressed against his legs. He held my chin, and I turned my head to look back at him. “Good pleasures never feel right,” he said, as he settled me onto the bed, his body hovering over mine. He lifted my legs and wrapped them against his hips as he claimed the whole of me. Winter Cooper, a young budding journalist, thought her boyfriend was going to propose during their long-awaited vacation holiday in the private cabin they had booked. But when she caught him in bed with her sister, her dreams of getting married that year were shattered. Determined not to let the heartbreak ruin her final long gotten vacation holiday, Winter decided to retreat to the luxurious private cabin alone. However, upon her arrival, she met an unexpected guest: Gavril Hawthorne, her billionaire ex-boyfriend’s father. With nowhere else to go, they are forced to stay together. What started as an awkward encounter soon blossomed into an unexpected romance.

Sandy grew up surrounded by kids who adored the story of Cinderella—the gentle girl who lost her father, was cast aside by her cruel stepfamily, and endured endless chores without ever fighting back. But Sandy? She loathed it. She couldn’t stand how Cinderella stayed silent, how she let herself be tormented. Then one day, Sandy died in a fire. And woke up as Cinderella. Thrown into the very tale she despised, Sandy tries to play her part—scrubbing floors, swallowing her pride, surviving the cruelty of her stepmother and stepsisters. But everything changes when she’s kidnapped by bandits. Cornered in the forest, her fear turns into rage… and something inside her erupts. A powerful gust of wind explodes from her body, flattening everything around her. Real, terrifying magic. Her eyes flew wide, her mouth agape—pure disbelief etched across her face. Could it be? Did Cinderella possess supernatural powers? And not just her—almost everyone in the kingdom shimmered with something… otherworldly. Was this still the fairytale she thought she knew? Or had the story slipped into something far more enchanted than anyone imagined?

To pay for the sins committed by Luisa Duarte against his family, Edmund Stark approaches her sister, Isabella, with a hidden agenda. He traps her into a forced marriage contract, but things don’t quite go as he planned. Will they be able to fix their differences and enjoy their marriage or would they end up getting a divorce? ~ “I told you before, you’re mine! You’ll marry me and bear my children and you’ll be my property until the day one of us dies!” He growled, running out of patience. “Am I to be your possession, your prisoner?” She glared at him with all her might. “Call it as you wish! You have nowhere to escape to!” He declared before pulling her into his lap, holding her tightly in his arms. He crashed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue in her mouth. Against her will, her body loosened in response, she lost the ability to breathe. She could not hear, she could not see, she could not feel anything else, except Edmund taking her mouth like a drowning man in need of oxygen. ‘Isabella is fucking mine! My woman! Nothing is going to change that!’

Late one night, I was scrolling through social media and stumbled upon a trending post. "Does your husband ever say you're obsessed with your brother?" One comment sat at the top with thousands of likes. The profile picture showed a cartoon girl covering her mouth, laughing. "Oh, I can answer this one! My husband used to say that too, but here's the thing: he's actually the son I had when I was 19!" Every word oozed with smug satisfaction. Some commenters tore into her, calling her manipulative and her husband a total sucker. She only got bolder. She posted a screenshot of a bank transfer with the details blurred out, right next to a photo of limited-edition sneakers. "All my son had to say was he liked them, and my husband caved! Then he gave him extra cash for a fancy dinner!” "A guy like this? If I don't milk him, who will?" I stared at the sneakers and the transfer amount. They matched exactly what I had bought for my "brother-in-law" that afternoon and the money I had just sent him. Down to the last cent. Ice shot through my veins. That sucker she was bragging about? That was me.