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Or his millionaire playboy fame got to him, and he must be thinking you bought the spot. — Lyn, none of these alternatives make sense! I don't know what his problem is, I know I need to study even more to give my best to this character. You know the book's fandom has hated me until my other life, and if P'Nate is dissatisfied, he's the one who covers the direction. [...]

“I’ve never really thought about it.” “Ali,” she sighs. “Have you even read a good spicy book?” “You mean p**n?” I ask her over a row of glittery vibrators. “Yes I mean p**n!” She exclaims. “Good old fashioned p**n! With some monsters maybe. I feel like you’d enjoy a good monster fucker book.” “I.. don’t know about that.” “Alright,” she says loudly. “There’s a book section over there. Let’s find you a nice steamy one.”

****** Sam's stepfather shares her body with his friends. This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy. ******

I said, gesturing to where the full moon pendant rested just above my bosom. Nicholas frowned deeper at it. “Yes, but…” Beside us, Julian cleared his throat, making us both jump. This added a few more inches between us. “If you are done stealing my girlfriend, Nicholas?” Julian said. “I think your fangirls got enough pictures of you two to satisfy them.” We all glanced back at the overeager group of women who had inched closer to where they now stood. Many looked embarrassed at having finally been noticed. The woman with the glasses was still recording on her phone, unashamed.

A bold dare. By the time I collapsed onto my bed at home, I stared at the ceiling like some tragic soap opera heroine. What a day. And then the realization struck. How the hell did Pierce know about my noodle diet? I never told him. And he didn’t just know that—he somehow knew my favorite book. And the exact chapter I kept rereading. I squinted up at the ceiling. Was he stalking me? I let out a laugh. What kind of fanfiction-level nonsense was that? Billionaire Becomes Obsessed With His Snarky Maid—coming soon to streaming.

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I heard muffled chattering , Raven glared at everyone and they were shushed. “First one is writing the story. It is about making an album about love. I know it’s been anticipated a lot from Mr. Kian to write about love. According to my maths,” he showed a slide showing statistical data, “ ninety people who are fans of Mr.Calloway have written fanfics about him. It means they fantasise about Mr.Kian being in love, and if we use this, I can say, there are more than ninety percent success rate of the album. Even if it is on a lower budget.” he was right. I looked at Raven, he looked at me with an expression that said that he was somewhat convinced of it.

Some people had already made some sick fan art of the whole ordeal, casting a platinum blonde stranger as Eliza. They weren’t even the worst. The worst had to be the fanfics that had seemingly popped up overnight. I only got through the blurb of one before I had to click out of the site, lest I risk permanently damaging my psyche. When I saw all this, I was a little shocked that I was yet to realise that I hadn’t yet received a scolding call from my mother. But then I checked my phone and remembered I had muted all calls and notifications from her, of which there were many.

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

I expressed, and our night was filled with moans and pleasures. THE END. My Dear Readers, Thank you for supporting my story. It means so much to me. Love lots! Lovesassydreamer F*: Lovesassydreamer writes Email: love.sassydreamer@g***l.com