My Girlfriend Is A Pervert Novels & Stories

WARNING: THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN STEAMY CONTENT WHICH IS STRICTLY NOT FOR KIDS. __________ Preciouscassie is a girl with crazy attitude, she got admitted into a posh college and ended up living in the same room with a bad boy. Unknowingly to her, she had exposed her game plan to her roommate, who's a member of the badboys. What's her game and how will she play it? Who's the arrogant badboy she ended up with? Will she be exposed? What are the conseqence since is still part of the game plan? [ Is part of the game so she must give them what they want]

Freya Donovan thought it would be just a fleeting escape… until she woke up claimed by a stranger she couldn’t name... and condemned by a pack that turned on her overnight. Banished, broken and carrying a dangerous secret, Freya disappears. But when her past comes hunting for her, one truth threatens to surface... the man who ruined her life might be the only one she was ever meant to have…

“Did you do as I said?” He murmured darkly, eyes slowly running over me. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice laced with shame. Although not enough to stop me from spreading my legs wider before him. His jaw flexed, a low growl escaping his throat as he lowered himself in front of me. “Show me. I want to see how you touched yourself that night.” “Right now?” I hesitated. “Yes. Right now.” He pushed forward. “I want you to take two fingers to your mouth, lick it slowly, take it all the way down there and show me how you made yourself cum. Everything.” I swallowed, my face burning red as images of that unholy night flashed in my mind. I licked two fingers as he said, trailing it all the way down to the already sleek folds between my legs. Then I dug in, the sleeky sensation pushing my eyes close. “Open them. I want to see.” My eyes managed to part, closely followed by my mouth. My folds grew slickier the more I worked my fingers in, drawing low cries from my lips. I had to close my eyes. “Open.” He growled, rising. We locked eyes, as I widened my legs, intensely flicking my wet mound until I began to feel my legs twitch. “Do I stop? Tell me what to do,” I cried. He said nothing, just sipped the wine in his hand while I continued to pound myself deeper, crying and unwilling to get to that point as I wanted him to do it himself. I needed his fingers to replace mine. To show me how a big, bad wolf tamed his prey. Finally, he set his glass aside, leaning downwards. “You really did your assignment. Now let the king give you a fitting reward.” He smirked.

They sold me to the Dungeon to save themselves. My own family — my brother Caleb, my mother Anya — fed me to the system like I was nothing. A sacrifice. A liability. The last thing I remembered before the darkness swallowed me whole was the relief on their faces. But I didn't die. I came back. And I came back wrong. Welcome to the ARG — where pocket dimensions bleed into the real world, and only the strong survive. Every player gets a starting ability, gear, a guild, a fighting chance. Every player except me. No ability. No gear. No guild. Just Kiera Vance, standing in a room full of veteran wolves who think I'm dead weight — and one sharp-eyed Alpha named Liam Reed who isn't quite sure what I am. Smart man. They'll call me weak. They'll call me a Luna with no bite. They'll call me crazy. They're only right about the last one. I clawed my way to the top once. I'll do it again — but this time, I won't stop until I've burned the whole system down. My name is Kiera Vance. I was the most feared player in the game. And my Alpha? He's a lunatic. Almost as bad as me.

I'm traveling through my pack when some Rogues ambush me. They chase me without mercy. I scream for Grayson Atwell, my Alpha mate, through the mind-link. But he shuts me out, muttering something about being "busy with pack affairs". I force down my fear and run, but they catch me anyway. Just as the silver knife grazes my throat, Vidar Mallory, the guard captain, bursts in. He drives the Rogues back and takes me to the hospital. Lying in the hospital bed, I overhear Vidar talking to his men by accident. "Freya is carrying a seven-month-old pup. How could Grayson abandon her just to take care of Bella's pup?" "Bella's pup had a fever last night. Grayson stayed at the hospital the whole night." My heart shatters. Even the pup I fought so hard to conceive was lost in the accident. I decided to leave and take on an entry-level healer position at a hospital in another pack. But after I'm gone, Grayson loses his mind searching for me.

I haven't had my period in two months, and my mom assumes I must be pregnant. So, she marches me off to see a doctor. Of all people, the doctor on duty turns out to be my ex—the one I dumped two months ago. His face betrays nothing, his voice icy as he says, "Lie on the exam table. Lift your shirt and pull your pants down." When I don't follow his instructions quickly enough, he impatiently pulls my pants down himself. But once the curtain is drawn, he takes off his glasses and hovers over me. "We didn't even go all the way. So, why haven't you had your period in two months?"

Ever since my parents told me I'm not related to my family by blood, my Alpha older brother, Zachary Baker, treats me very coldly. Needless to say, I'm saddened by his behavior. When I'm about to leave the pack, I accidentally stumble upon Zachary's notebook. "Shit! Her scent changed. She smells like a mature she-wolf now, as sweet as honey. I can't control this damned restlessness anymore." "I really want to tear her clothes off right there on the training grounds." "She did some deep squats today. I really wanted to ram into her from behind at that moment." "If he dares to call me 'Zachy' again, I swear, I'm going to breed her and make her carry my pup right in front of the entire pack!" I put the notebook back in its original spot. Then, I slip into one of Zachary's shirts before climbing into his bed. "Take me, Zachy."

On the very first day I'm welcomed back into the Morcant family, my grandfather announces to the public that I am the future successor of Morcant Group. My father handpicks three potential marriage candidates for me, but all of them only have eyes for the fake heiress, Eliana Morcant. The three of them go out of their way to isolate and embarrass me in public—except for Keanu Strathmore, who always comes to my defense. Somewhere along the way, I fall for him and decide to choose him. Before our engagement, Eliana threatens to jump off a building. I rush to the scene, only to find Keanu kneeling before her, vowing, "You're the only one I love. Once I help you take back your family's inheritance from her, I'll kick her to the curb!" Her two childhood friends chime in, "Keanu has made so many sacrifices! He put himself on the line time and time again just to make her fall for him." It dawns on me that all the humiliation I endured is part of Keanu's plan. When my grandfather asks me one last time, "Marriage is no trivial matter. Are you sure he's the one you want?" "I don't want Keanu anymore," I answer with a smile.

Warning: Mature Content “Tell me all your Sexual desires, my lady.” “I want to make sweet love to you, feel your gentle touch on my skin, inhale your minty breath while I kiss you passionately, moan in melody as you slide your dick deep inside my wet dripping pussy, begging you not to stop while thrusting deeper and deeper inside of me.” Hazel’s world shattered the night she found out her father wants to forcefully marry her out to a man she’s never met before, on her wedding night, she tries running away from home, she stumbled into a tall, handsome and a sinfully hot man. He’s everything she’s ever dreamed of in a man, love at first sight, not realizing he’s the man her father has arranged for her to marry. Will she still run away from home after meeting this hot spicy young man of her dreams on her wedding day? “Hazel met her dream man on her wedding day, not realizing he’s going to be her husband.”

Everyone in Eimport knew Ethan as a ruthless tycoon. Yet this same man humbly loved me. When his enemies kidnapped me for revenge, he charged bare-handed into an inferno so fierce even firefighters hesitated. I was unconscious but unscathed, while Ethan's right arm bore grotesque burns that would never fully heal. Unbothered, he even declared to the world that these scars were proof of our love. I was touched and browsed positions for couples online while he worked late. But everything shattered when I stumbled onto a video. The man's face was blurred, but the scar snaking up his wrist was unmistakable. The woman trapped in his gilded cage bore a striking resemblance to me. My heart hammered, torn between terror and devastation. That very night, I decided to leave and not ever see him again.