Oh Yeah Harder Novels & Stories

I ask, my voice dropping. “I just…” he exhales slowly. “…thought you’d choose easier.” I frown, my heart twisting. “Easier?” “Yeah…” he whispers. “Less… complicated.” For a second, I can’t even breathe properly. Is that what he thinks? That I’d walk away just because things got hard? My jaw tightens. “You’re an idiot,” I say, but my voice breaks halfway through. “Yeah,” he agrees softly. And somehow, that makes it worse.

Instead, she whispered the name she had been longing to say, “Leigh…” After completing the second experiment, I rubbed my aching lower back. Anya walked over and pressed a small tin of herbal muscle salve into my hand. “My mom sent it from Rosavia.” Instead of taking it, I looked suspiciously at the bruise around her eye. “Did you get into a fight?”

Hair a mess, face red as a tomato and soft curses leave her lips whenever she is whipped in her face by a bush. “U good?” I ask smirking and sit down, tilting my head a bit. “Pff.. I’m stuck.” She puffs exasperated, trying to get her legs out of the bushes she is stuck in. I stand up, shaking my head a bit. “How the fuck did you get stuck there in the first place?” I ask, looking at the contraption she’s got herself stuck in. “I leaped okay, I wanted to make the hunt difficult for him and now I’m stuck. So much for an uneasy target.” She grunts and folds her arms over her chest.

I wonder. "Since we could both use a day off from life." Hardin grumbles, his face still pressed into the pillows. Despite being uncertain about spending the day with him, I know that if we ever expect things to get better, we have to put the effort in. "Can we at least brush our teeth?" I ask, deciding to just go with it. "I suppose." Hardin exhales heavily as he slowly rises from the bed. He struggle slightly less getting off the bed, than he does on it. I think it's because he can use his arms to push himself up, but getting down is harder due to his knees.

"Right. Look! He's cut your favorite cheese for you. He's so in love with you." "Yeah. He loves no one but you." People always emphasized what they lacked. Evan, at 17, knew that actions spoke louder than words. But he seemed to have forgotten this at 27. Wearing a self-deprecating smile, I glanced at Hannah beside him. She sported a head of glorious red hair, perfectly matching her passionate, open, and fiery nature—the very qualities that had taken Evan by storm. Female werewolves seemed to have great bodies, but Hannah had the best body among all of Evan's werewolf girlfriends. My human body certainly wasn't attractive enough for Evan.

why would Noah text me? my brows furrowed as I opened it.. Golden boy: "I heard Coach made you center." I stared at the screen, something twisting in my chest. Was this a white flag from him. My fingers hovered, then started typing. Me: "Yeah. Not sure I won’t fuck it up." His response came quick. Golden boy: "You won’t. You’re too stubborn to fail." I smirked. Me: "So you think I’m stubborn?" Golden Boy: "Oh, absolutely. But in a good way. You’ll be fine, Hayes. You’ve got this."

It's so hard, is it hard? the abs, you mean you, you're really the dirt that you were thinking, I'll have it vacuum cleaned when I have time, but I'm sorry for now because it looks like Hubby and I are going to get bored! "What are you, hubby, you are really ugly." I was going to hit his chest again but what he said stopped me. It's a pity that I still want to pat his chest again because it's harder than my head, there's no such thing as a soft head, right? Yes nothing! I will answer my own question because you are not answering me.

More more more. "Harder Mason, harder!" Nicky's voice rang out and Mason increased his pace as if he could hear her voice. He went deeper and harder, and I could hear the slapping of our skins, he kept on going, pleasuring me, pleasuring us, more and more, and I kept on moaning, loudly. Mason slammed his lips on mine and kissed me, trying to muffle my loud moans. As he kissed me, he fxcked me harder and harder and harder until I came.

I smirked at her as she laughed and shook her head. “I’ll try, but it’s gonna be hard,” she answered sarcastically. “Oh, it’s always hard, but maybe that’s just around you.” She groaned. “Just leave, slut, before I change my mind. You really are talking yourself into reheated lasagne for one tomorrow.”

he spoke, letting his thoughts out. "This version isn't shitty, it's just harder to deal with, that's all" I grinned teasingly as I glanced over at him. Ngl I kinda cringed writing this but it's for their development ok T_t