Oh Yeah Harder Novels & Stories

"So, how's thе training going? Making progrеss?" I thought about it for a momеnt, "Yеah, I think so," I said slowly. "I mеan, it's hard. Rеally hard. But I can fееl mysеlf gеtting strongеr, lеarning to control my powеrs bеttеr. It's... еmpowеring, in a way."

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.

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

I know it was not an easy battle but I need to make it right. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Nobody said it was easy... 🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵 Sorry for the ungrammatically Thank You!

“Wow. You have your work cut out for you in this case.” “This, just got a lot more complicated. Way more complicated than I could ever think.”

My legs were already shivering and my c00chie was getting sore as he pulled his dvvk out and slammed it back into me, but I loved every moment of how I was feeling at the moment. "Jaaaakee, please h@rder." I struggled to m0an in-between the g@g and grip. Increasing his pace, he continued to pound me h@rd, and spank!ng me. "H@rder " I cried. Dropping another hot sl@p on my a$$ again. "Hardeeer" I cr!ed loudly. Dropping another sl@p to my a$$ cheeks . A sl@p even hotter than the last two.

mold. "Hey, Anna," Maya said, not looking up. "Check the neighborhood group. People are losing their minds." "Unless someone's bike is broken, I don't care," I muttered, tightening a bolt. "The Hardens are back." The wrench slipped. It clattered against the concrete, a sharp, ringing sound that felt like it was echoing inside my chest. "Who?" I asked, my voice coming out flat. "Jeremy Harden. The 'Golden Boy.' Apparently, his dad is worth like, a billion dollars now. They bought that massive estate on the cliff."

ISABELLA I scramble off the couch, my heart hammering against my ribs. It's a fucking drumbeat. Hardin is pinned against the wall, groaning as Noah's body slams into him repeatedly. Hardin is athletic, yes, tall and all, but he's built like a runner, lean and absolutely flexible. Noah, on the other hand, is built like steel, like a... a... goddamn hockey enforcer... with the broad shoulders, compact muscles and... Fuck again! This isn't important. I can't stand here and analyze this while I do nothing!

The words land. Hard. “Because it’s not,” I continue. “It’s a choice.” Aidan’s expression tightens slightly. “It’s more complicated than that.” “It isn’t.” “It is,” he insists. “You’re reducing something you don’t fully understand.” “And you’re overcomplicating something you already do.” That stops him. Just for a second. Enough. I hold his gaze. “Do you want to become that,” I ask. No explanations. No theory. No systems.

After being abroad for five years for work, I followed the address given by my boyfriend, Gavin Hayes, and arrived at what was supposed to be our future home. The door swung open, and a young woman stood there holding a child in her arms. “Who are you looking for?” Before I could even gather myself from the shock, she spoke again. “A colleague of my husband Gavin, are you? “Did he trouble you with dropping off food for me? “I’ve told him countless times. It’s my second pregnancy—he really needs to stop getting so worked up over it.” She stepped back, then invited me inside. “Why don’t you come in and sit for a bit?” Watching her beam with joy, all I could think of was Gavin’s promise to take