Lucky Pervert Novels & Stories

he asked hopefully. “Pervert!”Angela snapped.

My eyes widen "Pervert?" "He once flirt with me and caught staring at my chest. You don't want to marry that pervert man right?" I'll burn that man in hell

jerky to Hawk Gary Moose. Like Beckham, Hawk was just so Hawk. You didn’t know what to do with him and all his weird ways. But in the end, you’d just find yourself loving him in all his weirdness. Not like I was saying I loved him. I mean, I did love him as a friend, but not like I loved him that kind of lovey love. Ok, even in my head, that didn’t make sense. What was wrong with me? Thankfully, I was brought back to reality when I heard my friends laughing to what Beckham said. “I know, right? It’d be so weird. If at all we do, it’ll go something like: ‘Hawk is such a jerk, he listened to me talk about the problem with fashion these days,’” Juliette chirped. “Yeah, I never liked him,

"Public perception of perverts." After his research, Liam was left in shock. Almost every characteristic seemed to fit him. It seemed to suggest that he displayed all the telltale signs of being a pervert!

He just leaned on the shopping cart, resting his chin on his hands, lazily watching me spend his money. Whatever - emptying the whole store probably wouldn't even make a dent in his trust fund. After raiding the seafood section, I politely asked if he needed anything else. He was scrolling through his phone, barely paying attention. "Hmm, need those." "Need what?" I didn't catch his meaning until he finally looked up, with that infuriatingly mysterious smile. Then we ended up in a very specific aisle. He tossed two boxes of contraceptives into the cart. I laughed.

"You know what, I'm not in the mood to talk, just send the hundred to my personal account. Okay? Let me not be angrier than I am with you." I sink to the floor and watch him leave the room in his cargo pants and black tee shirt that has 'Wicked' emblazoned across the back. It is what he is, wicked. Abdul is surely showing the real him. Song for the chapter- Best thing I never had (Beyonce)

In my past life, my memory had worsened after I'd lent Whitney my luck, and misfortune had followed me everywhere. Even though I still had some of my luck, half had gone to Whitney. That left me with only half. Indeed, my luck wasn't unlimited. Once it was gone, it was over. That was what the fortune-teller had told me, looking deadly serious. So I could only rely on hard work. It didn't bother me because I didn't regret lending my luck to Whitney before. She'd deserved it because she'd given me the warmth I desperately needed at that time. From that moment on, though, we would walk our separate paths.

“Lucky she is a pretty bitch… Will make a good slave… Fuck me, ahhh— you're too small, master. I need my dildo instead…” They make a sheer mockery of me and the other students laugh, ass lickers. I really want to put the trio in the place but I struggle to shake it off. I'm finding it hard to breathe and concentrate, and my hands are balled in fists. As soon as I get to my locker, I open it. Stacks of paper fall off a supposedly empty locker. It's not papers… It's photos. The first is a photo of me jumping over the small fence of the cathedral in my odd uniform. The second has the image of my subway perv’s big black cock!

Maureen's breathing became even looser as I slowly straightened her messy hair. "What a heartless electric pole, I get called a fatty all the time!" Maureen whined as her lips pursed forward. "You're a sucker." Once again I landed a quick kiss that she seemed eager to devour, but I kept my distance and added, "It's soft to sleep on." "You still have time to be a pervert," Maureen said as she unhooked her arm from around my neck and moved to loosen her legs as if to get up. "Who's the pervert that got wet like this?" I wiped Maureen's sucking marks on my lips, exposing them to the fingers that were rewarded with her embarrassed squeal.