Pucking Around Book 1 Novels & Stories

He picks me up and carries me to the room, then kisses me, before laying me down between Gunner and Dean again. They both latch onto me, and Dean whispers in my ear, “Is everything okay?” I smile and look over at him, “Everything’s fine, Pookie. Go to sleep.” I whisper and give him a small peck then make myself comfortable. But I can’t fall asleep. Everything from today playing on repeat in my head. The anger, the inability to control myself, the talk with Shelia, and the books Issac’s reading. I feel like I made a good point. If everything on the golden wolf is hypothetical, how are there so many books written on them? I know there aren’t a ton, but more then you would think. Right?

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

She whimpered, her fingers curling into my shirt, clinging to me as if I were the only thing keeping her grounded. The world outside ceased to exist. There was no betrayal, no blood, no shattered glass. Only her. Her warmth, her taste, her hesitant surrender. I lifted her effortlessly, stepping away from the broken glass. The sofa welcomed us, the cushions sinking under our weight. She lay beneath me, eyes wide, lips parted, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. I leaned down, my face inches from hers. “Tell me to stop,” I whispered, my voice thick with restraint.

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,

He could not help but bite the inside of his cheek. Ella smirked when she looked into his eyes. Theo arched his brow in a questionable manner as he was confused about the drastic change in her demure. Ella winked in response as she pulled down the zipper of his pants. Theo immediately cleared his throat loudly to conceal the sound of it. He glanced at the group of three students who stood in front of him politely with their hands clasped together and then looked at the rebellious one who was now pulling out his d**k from his boxers.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1 "𝐴 𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡..."

He asked, I look at him and there I saw a dog wagging his tail. "No," I responded that made him gloomy. "I promise I won't meddle with you." He said. I just ignored him and continued what I am doing. I've been reading this book titled 'Lily of the Valley meets Wolf Boy'. It's a famous book written by the most famous author nowadays, which is Phoenix. The story is about a sick but energetic girl that met a weird boy who was raised by wolves. They met in a city where the boy got lost. That boy is kind of anxious about how people treat him because of his different from usual behavior. The girl helped her and they became friends.

volatile, I felt my inner thighs quiver from it. I licked my lower lip slowly, the action innocent, but once I did, his eyes followed the move with rapt attention, following my tongue, until it went back into my mouth. For a second, the silence lingered until I heard it. A soft growl followed by, ‘Fuck it.’

POV: KAI The press box smells like musty coffee and old popcorn. I sit in the back row, laptop balanced on my knees, hoodie zipped to my chin. The collar still hides most of the mark, but I feel it every time I swallow. Like a reminder I can't delete. Game starts fast. Puck drops. The crowd roars. I type without looking down much—habit now. The Ice Hawks are up early, but it's not the score I'm watching.

“Because pretending to date him for money sounds so much better.” “Three point five million better.” Maya glared. Holiday didn't even blink. From somewhere behind her, Hunter made a sound suspiciously close to a cough. Maya turned immediately. “Don't.” “I didn't say anything.” “You were thinking something.” His mouth twitched. “I absolutely was.” Asshole. Maya looked away before she did something regrettable. Holiday continued as if neither of them had spoken. “And Hart Publishing receives exclusive rights to Hunter Callum's autobiography.”