Oh Yeah Harder Novels & Stories

Alessio behaving like a lovestruck horny teenager might just be the highlight of my life LOL. Now watch the manchild's crazy head over heels love for the good gurlll (─‿‿─) Hardy's suicide... why? Do you have any guesses?

Hαrder. "Fucking hell‚ you feel better thαn I remembered," he groαned, his hips snαpping. My pussy clenched αround him, greedy for every inch. I couldn’t stop moαning. Couldn’t stop begging. "Killiαn—hαrder—pleαse—don’t stop, don’t ever stop—" He grαbbed my breαsts, squeezing them, licking αnd sucking αt my nipples while his cock pounded into me over αnd over αgαin.

Too loud. She tried pressing her ears on the door but she could only hear muffled conversations. She couldn’t make out the words. Resigned, she went to eat what she could stomach. The coffee is not sweetened. The bread is kind of hard to swallow. Eventually, she dunked it in the coffee and allowed it to soften a bit before she put it in her mouth. What is she supposed to do now? Who are they after? Her dad? Her family? Or Christan?

“The old man wants you breathing.” A wet, broken laugh cracks past my teeth. It doesn’t sound like a man at all. It sounds like an animal tasting blood. “Then your boss should’ve sent a whole lot more of you.” The van slams over a massive pothole, throwing my weight into the steel floor. Agony white-flashes through my shoulder where a shard of silver is still festering in the meat. I flex my forearms, testing the chains. The welds groan, biting deep into my skin, but they hold.

It’s the first honest thing I’ve said all day. She answers without looking up. “I know.” “I’m really pissed that I can’t.” That earns me the tiniest laugh. “You’re very quarterback about it.” “What does that mean?” “You think if you just try hard enough, you can win.” I consider that. “…Yeah.” “You can’t win this one.” “I know.” God, I know. And maybe that’s the hardest part. I can’t throw a touchdown. I can’t study harder. I can’t work overtime.

“I’ve spent so long trying to push you away because I thought it was easier… but it’s not. It’s been the hardest thing I’ve ever done.” To be continued...

"Good thing it's Sunday or this wouldn't be possible without having to dodge old ladies and baby strollers." Drake laughed and walked to the sidewalk with Jake. "Jumping over a stack of old ladies holding baby strollers would be easier than getting the girl. She's damn near impossible." "You still have your eye on Sicily?" Jake nodded as they picked up their pace, jogging at an aggressive speed.

Hardin suggested “You know that I don’t have a good relationship with my mom from the start or have you forgotten?” She asked “Pardon me if I can’t remember little details about you anymore, I was already moving on with my life” Hardin said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, he acts like he is over her but he is not. He’s only using that as a coping mechanism because he is hurt.

I slide in. Pulse finally slows. But the fracture remains. And tomorrow night, I go back. Because for me, revenge isn’t just about the knife anymore. It’s the slow bleed of his obsession. And I’m going to make him bleed first.

The way her pulse had jumped when I pinned her against the door. All of it had sunk under my skin and stayed there, hot and relentless. I had no fucking clue why her defiance made me so hard. I’d had to lock myself in a stall like some desperate freshman and take care of it before I could even think about showing up to practice. Pathetic. I hate that she’s getting to me this fast. Hate that one day of attitude has me this wound up. Most girls fold before I even finish talking. This one hits back, talks back, and somehow leaves me harder than I’ve been in months.