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Groupie: a person, especially a young woman, who regularly follows a celebrity in the hope of meeting or getting to know them.See example Tiffany Wendel: Whore. Slut. Cleat Chaser. I’m used to the names so they don’t bother me. So what if I like to have dirty sex? My body is no one’s business but mine.Why is Rowen Flanigan making me re-think how I live my life? He’s only a rookie.rookie: a member of an athletic team in his first full season in that sport.See example Rowen Flanigan:Player. Son of a legend. Rookie.Sure, I’d heard the stories of the groupies. I’ve just been more sheltered than my teammates. I didn’t expect her to be smart. Witty. Kind. She brings me to my knees in every way.So how did I end up falling for a groupie? And how is this going to work when everyone at my job has had a piece of the one thing I haven’t?Contains explicit content and is recommended for readers ages 18+.Groupie is created by M.E. Carter, an eGlobal CreativePublishing Signed Author.

⚠WARNING⚠ [THIS STORY CONTAIN MATURE SCENE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK] [The Names, Characters, Businesses, Places and Events are the Author's Imagination. Any Resemblance to Actual Events, Places or Person is Coincidental.] Umiikot na ang paningin ni Aerah, dahil sa sobrang kalasingan. Gusto na niyang umuwi. Pasuray-suray siyang naglalakad sa gitna nang mga taong nagsasayawan hanggan sa may nabangga siyang lalaki. Her eyes settled on the gorgeous man in front of her. She can feel her world tilting. But she keep on staring at his handsome face. Tumingin siya sa labi nito like it's inviting her to kiss him at nakaramdam siya na parang nag iinit ang kanyang katawa. Nawala ang inhibisyon niya sa katawa dahil sa epekto nang Alak na nainom at walang sere-seremonyang sinakop nang mainit na halik ang labi nito. Dahil sa isang halik ay nauwi sa mainit na pagtatalik.... Naging maayos ang lahat sa mga nagdaang araw, until she meet her Boss....

"You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman and started beating her up. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine, tears spilled from his eyes. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police had arrived. A neighbour had alerted them when he heard the noise. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns at his father. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.

Love is a hidden feeling that not everyone can feel immediately. Some love, at first sight, remains as hidden stories, few of those get into love tracks, while very few of them get success. If everyone understands the real meaning of it then there will be no failures or no one-sided love stories. Sometimes love can be formed by looking at their actions while few are layered as lust. Xavier Hunter, a 25-year-old successful CEO. He is 195cm tall(6 feet 5 inches) with masculine looks. His 8-pack abs will never fail in making girls drool over him but his eyes can scare anyone with a single glance. His aura is malignant and can make anyone shiver under his glare. Julia Parker is a 19-year-old girl. She is the perfect example of beauty and her graceful appearance can make anyone look at her again and again. Her captivating eyes are the most fascinating thing in her while her juicy lips make everyone desire to kiss her. Xavier gets lusts over Julia but she isn’t like other girls who go nuts over his handsomeness or for his money which makes Xavier get irritated and kidnap her. He wanted to make her his but his heart wrecks when he has seen her tears which makes him take a step back he wanted to make her his at any cost and starts torturing her. What’s the connection between Xavier and Julia? What's Xavier's past that made him like this? Will Julia give herself to Xavier? Or Will Xavier forcefully make Julia his or will he fall in love with her? To know more about their journey, come and join me. This story contains mature content, and twists that can make you overwhelmed with emotions, love, and many more.

Gosh! Those eyes! They were screaming cute! His masculine beauty was out of this world and he is the kind of man I’d love. The only problem I saw in him was the big tattoo on his arm that extended to his wrists. Being a typical church girl, I couldn’t end up with such a man unless I wanted to be disowned by my father. “I’d have a glass of martini, extra dirty and tacos.” He said in a dreamy gusty voice. “Coming right up” I said taking the menu list and flashed a timid smile at him. I felt my cheeks burning and if there was a mirror around here, I’d have checked how embarrassing I must be looking. My face must have definitely turned pink. I watched him as he ate gracefully without looking elsewhere, his eyes were fixed on his phone. His short brown hair was to die for, I instantly wished I could run my fingers through them. Too bad, I might not be the kind of woman he wants; it wouldn't hurt to have sinful fantasies. He suddenly looked towards me, maybe he must have noticed I had my eyes on him all along. Immediately he locked eyes with mine, I looked elsewhere pretending to looking for something that wasn’t missing. I could tell he gave a faint smile but kept sipping his drink slowly, as he was gazing at his phone. He gave a signal to come and get his bill and I walked gracefully to him. God! I wish he could just take me to bed. Oops! I’m a church girl and shouldn’t be thinking of things like that. “You should take a picture of me, it will last longer.” He said in a baritone voice.

How will you feel when you end up with the same person you were trying to find an escape from? How will you feel when you end up in a one-night stand with your Ex-husband? Her eyes fluttered as she felt the morning cool breeze brushing against her bare body, which was semi-covered with a quilt. Although her eyes felt heavy to even blink, her other senses were high alert. She could hear the bird chirping outside the windows, she could smell a familiar masculine cologne, her body covered with goosebumps with the presence of someone familiar, and her heart beats rapidly on its own accord. That's when her brain registered her surroundings and could recollect her last passionate night with someone who would be her soon-to-be ex-husband. How? When? Why? She mentally slapped herself, but then she couldn't hide the contentment. She felt as if she was complete now. She couldn't stop but feel happy again. Why? Why does she feel like falling in love again? "I see you are still the w***e you were back then," his words broke her little dream she just thought of. "A desperate woman like you, who can with her ex-husband, can no wonder w***e around any men." He said with no remorse. "I did the right thing by divorcing you. How much do you charge for a night?" he smirked, looking at her teary face. "Here! Take extra 200 bucks for the sake of our old times." She vowed never to cry in front of her husband, but what he said just now shattered her soul beyond repair. Her quivering body and hollow eyes didn't hide the agony she felt at that very moment. "Sorry for loving you."

Six years ago, a ruthless stranger fucked me senseless against a hotel wall, no names, no faces, just raw, filthy pleasure as he pounded me deep and filled me until I was dripping with his cum. Two weeks later, two red lines shattered my world. Pregnant. Alone. Disowned and betrayed, I raised my six-year-old son in secret and built a quiet life for us. Elara Vale thought her future was clear finish college, build her dreams, and someday have the perfect love story. But on the night she planned a romantic anniversary surprise, everything fell apart. Her boyfriend never showed… and in a haze of heartbreak and champagne, she made a mistake that changed everything. Just when she thinks life can’t get more complicated, fate pushes her back into the path of the mysterious stranger from that night… a man with secrets of his own and a past that could either save her or ruin her forever. But when the truth about the baby’s father finally comes to light… will Elara fight for her child or lose everything all over again?

WARNING: This story contains mature content and not suitable for very young readers. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be produced without my written permission. This a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are purely coincidental. Dawn Tonette is a cold ambassador of love. Heart-wrecker most people call her, but once she set eyes to Petrus, she becomes no less than a cute high school girl with a battalion of cherring squad, ready to win the heart of the man she loves. Karma is not a good enemy, though. Because now that her heart started beating again, she has to taste her own medicine. Petrus, a famous varsity player, has no eyes for women. He much rather touch a ball to see not the frown of his father than flirt with a girl who's not even worth his attention. However, Dawn is nowhere near giving up. She's ready to do anything in her power to force him to reciprocate what she feels. So, be ready, Petrus, for you'll soon have to see what a heart-wrecker can do for the thief that stole her heart.

My birthday present this year is a written contract titled 'Behavioral Reform Contract'. My fiance, who was the mafia head Matteo Giovanni, and my parents have already signed their names at the bottom. Together, they had me sent to the Behavioral Correction Center. … The windows are always shut, and the sunlight is filtered through the metal window bars. They drug, reprimand, and ostracize me to make me shove my feelings of aggrievement down. Even while I am being humiliated and punished, they teach me to force a smile and maintain a steady breath. It was all done in the name of "treating" me. A year passes, and I go from being a so-called "troublemaker" to their ideal version of me—quiet, elegant, and utterly perfect. Matteo beams at me and says, "You've finally become my perfect wife. We can finally marry." I match his smile, a gesture that they think means obedience from my part. However, it is not true. It is just me bidding my farewell before I leave for good. There's something I don't understand, however. They constantly found me lacking, so now that I am gone from their lives, why are they falling apart?

Melinda thought she had escaped her past when she built a quiet life beside her husband—far from the violence, the blood, and the names she was never meant to know. She was wrong. One mistake. One hidden debt. One betrayal her husband never saw coming… and the past comes roaring back to collect. The Mafia man she once crossed has returned for revenge—and for her. But he is not the only one watching. His boss, colder than power itself, has taken an interest in her that feels less like chance… and more like ownership. A man who doesn’t compete. A man who decides. And then there is her husband—the man she chose to trust—now standing in the middle of a war he doesn’t understand, holding onto a truth that could destroy them all. Three men. Three different kinds of danger. One woman caught in the center of a game she never agreed to play. In their world, love is not soft. It is control, obsession, and consequence. And Melinda is about to learn that being wanted by one man is dangerous… But being wanted by three is a death sentence—or a crown.