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I really don't want to imagine one of my best friends doing the kabadam though. Benji: Ask Brandon if he is against it. Brandon: Definitely not. I think I'll be cute. Alec: Of course you will. Girls dig this stuff. I should write a manga about it. Carson: About your fantasy being about your two best friends fucking each other? Benji: The book will not sell. Not one bit. Alec: What? I think it will. Carson: It wouldn't although the part about you having off may sell. Benji: I'm with Carson on this.

Reading a romance novel was something that I secretly enjoyed but usually never had enough time to do due to my busy schedule. Since I was a kid, I had always loved fairy tales. The kind of stories that drew me in, and made me feel like I was transported into a magical world, and feel emotions like fear, happiness, worry, or excitement - to name a few. It felt good to be away from the harsh reality, even if it was only for a while. Because in fairy tales, they always end with ‘happily ever after’. Anyway, I stumbled upon this novel when I was browsing for something light to read. The title was a bit cringy. 'I Became The Crown Prince's Wife'. But apparently it was quite popular these days am

Hey everyone!! I am author buttercup. And am here today with my first novel. I hope you guys will like this story. So the story is about a poor girl. Who always think to be treated like a princess.. but in her family she was just treated like a slave.... Her brother who was a small business man he tricked his sister to climbe into the bed of a business tycoon and this was all just for a big business deal... What will happen now? When she know that her own brother had trick her like this? What will happen when the man and woman face-off eachother?

“They need to know that I have a fiancée and I am stable enough to get the work done. It looks good for the company’s image. Don’t worry, you will be paid extra for this.” I felt my head spin. “You have a fiancée.” “She’s currently not available at the moment,” he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. It felt like my whole world was spinning. What sort of dumbass excuse is that? I didn’t say anything. I just lowered my head in panic, staring at my hands in my lap. The rest of the drive was silent. I didn’t have the energy to argue. When we arrived at the hotel, it was beautiful, a luxury resort with ocean views and elegant design. I thought my room was going to be different from

"I'm sad that you have a favorite, Sophie." By the time I realized how dangerous those words were, I was already thrown onto Max's bed. My hands were pinned above my head. The gentle, restrained image he usually wore was gone, replaced by something far more overwhelming. He slowly let the chill of melting ice trail across my skin. My senses climbed toward a dizzying peak. I never would've guessed that someone who seemed so noble and proper could be the biggest freak of all. His gaze burned with desire, his manhood grinding against my core without end, his hand playing with my lips, leaving me no chance to explain.

The best part of my day is refreshing GoodNovel and D****e and reading all the comments, especially because it allows me to interact with you guys. That being said. Writing this story was so gratifying, brought me so much joy, that I’m also not ready to leave that behind. So I am thrilled to announce my new story, “SUBMISSION 101,” a Professor/Student romance which dropped on November 26th on GoodNovel and D****e. It has about 10 times more smut than this book tho, so reader's discretion is strongly advised! Once again, thank you for reading, commenting, gifting and leaving gems!

I move carefully, lifting porcelain figurines, wiping the mahogany tables, trying to make myself small. The door opens. Cassiel enters, carrying a leather-bound book. He ignores me, sitting in a high-backed armchair near the unlit fireplace and opening his book. I freeze, then resume my dusting on the far side of the room, terrified of making a sound. I climb the small step ladder to reach the top of a bookshelf. As I stretch, my foot slips. I gasp, the ladder wobbling dangerously. I grab the shelf to steady myself, my heart leaping into my throat.

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

The title read ‘The Black Wolf. “When did you get this?” I asked, raising a brow. He smirked. “Comfort Shettima is my favorite author. Once she releases a new fantasy story, I get it immediately.” I burst out laughing. “Wow, a loyal fanboy. I’m impressed.” “Loyal and proud,” he said, folding his arms with mock seriousness. We settled back on the couch with a soft blanket, a few snacks, and the faint scent of coffee lingering in the air. I tucked my legs beneath me and flipped the first page open.

She spreadeagled her long limbs, claiming the whole king-sized bed. Magnificent. "Okay." "Okay what?" "Okay, you can— what you said. Jeez, I don't even know your name." I moved between her legs. Plenty of room there to spread out and enjoy myself. "Yes you do. Think of the man in your fantasies. His name is the same as mine. What's my name?" "When I was a teenager, I used to think about this guy, he was four years older than me. He was beautiful."