R 18 Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 8 NIGHT WITH THE RAKE WARNING! EXTREMELY SPECIFIC AND DEFINED AS HELL !!!! SEXUAL !!!! CONTENT !!! HANDLE YOUR OWN EMOTIONS AND REACTIONS. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEAVY (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! “H-hot uhm” Luna could not think straight and his cold touch aroused her even more, she leaned over to touch him and rubbed her hot body on his chest. She wanted to be sated but it could only be cured with him.

“Listen, Auggie. Dying is a serious thing. When someone dies, they can’t come back. They can’t see their family anymore. Do you want to be all alone forever? Even Nora won’t be there because she will be too busy being Alpha.” “Oh…” Augustus looked horrified. Thankfully, the twin were too attached to each other to even think about living alone. “And Nora,” I added, turning to her with narrowed eyes, “sex is something grown-ups do when they love each other. But there’s a right age, and that is eighteen.” “But Uncle Rome said—” “Uncle Rome was wrong,” Dante cut in firmly. “And I’m passing a new rule today. From now on, the legal age of consent in this pack is eighteen.”

Having his own company at such a young age. 'I'm jealous. It's probably amazing to have one too.' I thought. Well, I'll just wait for my time. Shrugging it off, I opened the paper on my hand and read it. ________________________________________________ Congratulations! Name: Kira Castelle | Name: Neal Valastro Age: 18 | Age: 21 Birthday: Oct. 20 | Birthday: May 1 Zodiac: Scorpio | Zodiac: Taurus Good luck! Just remember that polars do attract!

"You're going to drag me away from my family and friends because I'm your mate- which you seem to believe gives you some kind of ownership rights over me- and criticize me for believing in a system of order that has kept me alive my whole life. After which you plan on taking me to an unfamiliar place where I have to completely readjust, you being the only person I know. All that being said, I would dare say I've been rudely awakened already." "Evelyn," Adam said slowly. "Out of respect for my title, I suggest you watch the words that come out of your mouth when they are directed at me." "Fuck off." The car came to a screeching halt in the middle of the empty highway. I could feel the rage se

“Buzzer, I like you, but I will shoot you in the fucking head if you refer to her as pussy one more time. She wasn’t planted on me. I knew she was Trip’s sister when I pursued her and since then, I’ve seen Trip once, at the annual biker run and my affiliation with Bandit is none of your fucking business. I have the same affiliation with almost every MC in the state, so fuck you and your assumptions.” “We’re not affiliated with the Reapers, despite who Wrath fucks. We’re friendly with Trip, just like we’re friendly with you,” Nitro said. “We want a new alliance. We want back in on the runs and we want a cut from the Stalker territory,” Mutt said.

I said gently. "I'm asking you to leave. "Turn around." He remained turned away and I removed my hand from his arm Stepping next to him, I reached out to grab his jaw quickly and turned him to face me. What I saw will forever be engrained in my memory. His eyes were dark, but the firelight allowed me to notice that his irises and pupils were the same size. It looked as if the white parts of his eyes had been bleeding as they had been replaced by a deep red color that had spread to make the lavender in his

I say. “That’s the thing you are special. I like the fact that you are not like them. Honestly, those girls get annoying. When I was an 18-year-old kid they were nice, but not now.” He explains. I look at him because I still don’t know what to say. I think he can tell that I am not sure. I lean in and press my lips to his. I am so scared after what happened. I pull back just a bit.

His muscles coiled with tension, every nerve primed for the imminent clash that was about to unfold. The attack was sudden and fierce, a whirlwind of teeth and claws that clashed in the dead of night. The air was filled with snarls and growls, a symphony of violence that painted the darkness in shades of crimson. Ethan fought with a primal ferocity, his instincts guiding every move, every strike. He was wounded, blood seeping from his side, but his determination burned brighter than the pain.

His arm was around my shoulders, fingers gently stroking my bare arm. The room was dark except for the blue glow of the screen saver. I was nineteen. He was forty-two. My mum’s husband for the last two years. We had been fighting this for months. His fingers traced slow circles on my skin. Every touch sent heat straight between my legs. I shifted, pressing my thighs together under the blanket. “Mark…” I whispered, voice shaky. “We can’t. Mum is right downstairs.” He didn’t stop touching me. His hand slid lower, brushing the side of my breast through my thin tank top.

Anton just pulls me tighter, letting everyone figure it out, not backing down or letting himself feel any shame. Rafe’s eyes flash with rage. “She’s fucking eighteen, Tony!”