Pucking Around Book 1 Novels & Stories

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

“I shouldn’t feel this much, but I like you. A lot more than I should, probably.” God, I wanted to bury myself. Why did I do something so stupid out of anger! “Imani!” someone called. I turned the corner too quickly, straight into a firm chest. My books flew from my hand. “Watch it.” I looked up, and there he was, the devil. Nicolas Jamieson. A smirk tugging at his lips as he stood tall. He looked like sin and sleepless nights, rumpled hoodie, baseball cap, a smell of whiskey still on him.

He raises a brow suspiciously at me, and I can’t help the betraying smile that splits my lips. “What were you thinking about just now, you little squirt?” Sal shifts slightly on the bed, and both our heads snap toward him. But he’s still asleep. How much longer will he sleep? **** Hi, loves. Just putting this out here. Been brewing a new book under wraps. It's an MxM book as well, but not under the mafia world… I intend it to be softer and a bit more colourful than the mafia’s boy toy. With characters I’m sure you'll love as well. Upon the completion of this book, I’ll put out its first few chapters. Hopefully you’d like it.

Without looking for it. The collision came in the second period, both of us going for a loose puck in the corner. Shoulder to shoulder, then chest to chest, then the barrier stopped us both and we were pressed against it with his hand gripping my jersey and my forearm across his chest and neither of us moving. The play had ended. The whistle had gone. We both knew it and neither of us pulled away. Three seconds or maybe four, Long enough that I became aware of the noise from the crowd changing texture, becoming something specific and pointed. Long enough that his eyes dropped to my mouth for a fraction of a second before coming back up to hold mine..

Turning around under him I snake my arms around his neck, pulling him to me. “It’s a book about” I stop to think how to word the book, but all i can think is that it reads like a supernatural p**n book and i love it. “It has a Fae that can grow an extra dick made of ice” Maddox pulls back and frowns at me. “You're reading a book about other mens dicks, are you for real?” He growls out at me and I can't help but smirk at his jealousy.

"What?" "What made you think that?" She pointed toward my jersey. "The jersey." I looked down, then back at her. Then down at the jersey again. "I still don't understand." The girl laughed. "That's what puck bunnies do." I frowned. "What the hell is a puck bunny?" Her eyes widened. "You don't know?" "No." She looked genuinely shocked. Like I'd just admitted I didn't know how to breathe. "A puck bunny is basically a hockey player's girlfriend."

***Author's Note: This book will not make sense if you do not read the two before this first. So, please read: Book one: P.S. You're My Mate Book two: She's My Mate Before reading this book. Thank you and enjoy!! _________________________________________________ QUADE Poetry. Tattoos. Piercings. Sex.

Making me wet my panties while I haven't even started working as a Fluffer yet? Wait, is this how I’ll be getting wet all the fucking time while sucking these men’s cock? Or is it just him? Am I feeling this way because it’s this particular man sitting right in front of me, his cock just a few inches away from me? While still lost in thought, he suddenly touched my lips, and I immediately trembled, snapping out of my daze. I shook my head quickly and answered him right away, “Yes, it’s my first time, sir,” I stammered, my voice barely audible.

I said, and Rick nodded as he walked to the center of the room and dropped into a chair. My fingers glide along the books as I read their titles. I pull one out, glance at the first few pages, and then slip it back into its place before continuing. “Hmmm,” I hummed as I squatted to see the books at the bottom. My fingers glide along the books, and my heart stops when I read one of the titles, “How to Reject a Mate and the Consequences that Follow.” Slowly, I pulled the book from its slot and flipped through a few pages.

This wasn't a story about her family life, and the two of them and Shuji, he couldn't help but glance at Lixue. "Who are you to tell you about her problems with her daddy? She wouldn't be like that if you hadn’t told her." Hyo stated. She folded her arms and walked away. They were talking in the living room and reading the book that Lixue's uncle had given her. Akatsuki and Hyo were even more surprised because the book Erika was reading was blank, not even a single sentence written on it. "And then, what kind of book is my cousin holding? I don't see anything written on each page." Hyo said. Akatsuki and Lixue stopped what they were doing.