Playboy Sisters Novels & Stories

Sebastian interrupted, popping a cheez-it into his mouth. "That is actually a cute name for this!" Elizabeth said. "Really? Playboy Rehab?" Patrick was laughing now. Isabella grabbed a pillow and threw it at Patrick. "Shut up!" She yelled. I was taken back at how similar she sounded to Garret. "Thank you, so anyway, publicity is the most important thing right now for him, we need to let America, even the world know that Sebastian is not what he used to be, and that he will be a shadow of Garret himself, and if they believe that, we will be making new partners, bringing in money, and gaining more supporters."

Lisa didn't answer my question if she really knows him as a playboy. "I'm still in love with him. I was hurt, but I want to be together again," she said. "You have to listen to me, Lisa. He's not good for you and you need to forget him. You're not the only one he cheated and hurt. You're not alone in this foolish game created by that monstrous man! He cheated and hurt a lot of women. He's a monstrous playboy and there's nothing in his vocabulary to be serious in any relationships. He's only having fun with a lot of women," I said, explaining she must forget him. She didn't answer to me, but later on, she opened her mouth to speak, "Did he cheat and hurt anyone you know, huh? Aren't you his v

"What video?" "Do not play dumb," I said. "The one of you and your friends surrounding a girl. Pushing her. Making her cry. Calling her names." "Oh," Cassandra said, her voice getting small. "That. That was so long ago, Ryan. We were just kids." "That was Lila," I said. Cassandra's eyes widened. "What? No, that was not—" "Yes, it was," I interrupted. "That was Lila. My stepsister. The girl you have been pretending to be nice to. The girl you bullied."

, he knows her which means she came for him… clark to me is the king of sluts if sluts are 100 he has slept with 80 of them and trust me when i say that. "Young lady please repeat what you said earlier" queen marguerite ordered as the pretty young lady sniffed endlessly in tears. "Ma'am i have been a prostitute for two years now and no guy has ever slept with me without protection but ever since i met Clark at a club and got laid with him he never used protection on me even if i pleaded with him, the last time we had sex he ended up planting his seed on me and now i am 2weeks pregnant for him" she said and broke into tears. Clark got her laid and impregnated her!!?. ©Pop Precious

I was now resting on my girlfriend's laps, on the floor. She was looking at my stomach and covering her mouth with her bloodied hands. Scott!!! She suddenly screamed my name again and her tears were overflowing. I heard her friend talking and it seems like she's calling for help. "Oh my God! Scott!" She whimpered like a baby and seeing her looking so miserable and scared, I felt regret. I have always been a Playboy and was proud of it. I was proud of it, because I'm aware I'm doing something wrong. I've embraced it, so I never felt guilty.

But I leaned back, staring at him with disdain, trying to understand the kind of man that would kidnap a kid just to send a message. He didn't blink, he just wore a dangerous smile and stood up slowly, pacing around me as he snapped his finger back and forth, leaving shivers running down my spine. “I looked into you, Roman. Seven women in three consecutive months,” he said the words slowly and the finger snaps stopped. Then he leaned in, his breath heavy on my skin. “You really think I’d let a spoiled brat toy with my sister?" I straightened up, trying to feign confidence, my face defensive and my heart racing.

Jason blew hot at him. Jeremy is a Playboy yet no one dare step on his toes. He was very strong and fierce just like Jason. Jeremy would not listen to whatever Jason was saying except when I came in. I gestured at Jeremy, more or less like a plead, and he dropped my hand and moved out of the place, leaving behind a daring look.

It looks like Lizzy is preparing a big scenario behind this. 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 Asher invited Bianca, Lauren, Matilda, and Taylor. He immediately made the four girls be his girlfriend. Even though he knows he's only being used, who doesn't want the most wanted school, a prince school that makes all girls dream of being his girlfriend.

It looks like thongs and see-through tops are like jeans and t-shirts here. There is an empty stage with a big X cross on it. I can imagine someone being tied to it. The girl takes me towards the stairs. I follow her only to be surprised by a girl, probably a sub, coming downstairs. She is only in her panties. I cannot help but leer at her. She has lean, strong legs, and a slender waist. Her hands are tied behind. Not by the wrist, but by the arm above the elbow. Her gorgeous breasts are on display. She has nipple clamps. I blanch as I see red whip marks all over her breast. That looks painful. I glance at her face, but she rather has a serene expression. Calm and peaceful.

I casually pull back adjusting my boobs with my nipples still rock hard with a fluff my hair, scooping it all to one side to hang over my shoulder before looking over at my disoriented Damien. "I'm sorry but you'll just have to wait until later. Sucks, doesn't it?" Pun definitely intended. "Here, let me help you with that." I gently maneuver his still stiffened manhood into his pants with the very tips of my fingers, making it painfully clear that playtime is over. Carefully tucking in his shirt and refastening his pants, I flash him a naughty smile, catching a wicked look of his own. "Oh little girl, you're going to regret that," Damien mutters.