School Of Lust Alter Ego Novels & Stories

He turned me around, making me face the other way and placed his hands on my waist. Yeah, he wanted me to do something with the ass I didn’t have. He wanted a show. So I gave him one. I bent over and grinded on him to the beat of the song. The safer option. Afterwards I turned to face him. We locked eyes, our intentions obvious. He took my hand and led me towards him, I climbed on him. Taking my place on him like he was mine. This wasn’t me. Or maybe it was the version of me he unlocked.

The ruthless world of business demanded his full attention, and he had built a reputation as the man who got things done, no matter the cost. His musings were abruptly interrupted by the shrill ring of his phone, and the caller ID revealed his old college friend, Luther. Luther embodied the same ambitious spirit as Jack, a successful businessman who reveled in the fruits of his labor, both professionally and personally. With a sly smile playing upon his lips, Jack emitted a solitary laugh as he confirmed his presence at the infamous club. It had become his refuge, a sanctuary to relinquish control, indulge in his deepest desires, and escape the constraints of his meticulously crafted persona

“He had no right. I’m not a werewolf. I have my own crown to claim.” “But you’ll keep seeing him?” Bessa asked. “Alister’s put a price on his head. Next time I see Kian, I’ll protect him with a spell. I’m not ready to let him go. The sex is… incredible.” The girls squealed louder. “On school grounds?!” “Against the wall.” I grinned wickedly. “I’m sore everywhere. He’s a brute—and I love it. Lovers, yes. But Luna? No.” Bessa frowned. “That’s cruel. To him, you’re everything. Don’t you feel more than lust?”

She had changed my belief about love, and hell, she had turned me into a man who couldn’t function without her. I needed to end this cycle of lies. I needed to tell her who I really was and why I had kept it from her—and from everyone. I needed to tell her that I wasn’t just a professor at her college, but the owner of the college. That I wasn’t just Professor Maverick, but Talon Maverick Ashford, the Alpha King and leader of the ten packs that made up the kingdom. She needed to know that I was the alpha behind the masks, the tenth Alpha of the Ashford clan.

Chelsea's POV Someone once told me that we all have our demons and their job is solely to prick our minds and show us a fragment of hell whilst whispering in our ears. But why show me a fragment when I can bring the whole hell to your very own doorstep. My name is Chelsea .A. Mateo , the A is for Amanda but only my Mom gets to call me that name.Unlike everyone else, I know my demons, their names and their home addresses. Some call me a nerd but I don’t let that bother me, I just want to make my Mom proud with straight A's.My demons came in the form of all the boys I've known especially Ethan and his father. I used to attend Bridgerton High School till my parents got a divorce. My parents alw

A bitter taste invades my mouth. “ In a gutter, huh? What happened to your pride, Princess? ” Aleister sneers, his eyes switching colors between grey and black rapidly. It’s a sign that he is close to losing control. “ To get away from you, I will forget I am a Lycan Princess and give up on my pride. Anything is fine as long as you are not close to me! ” I seethe, finding satisfaction in hurting him with my words. His fragile male ego must be bleeding raw. Serves him right!

do you know how to hurt a girl are you my Vex Mallus Dr Satan Marquis De Sick Nick Nick Dark Officer Remus the Werewolf Dom Sugar Daddy Pit Bull Tommy the Tummy Gutter 5 o'clock Shadow London Cabby Amputee ****** Uncle Surgery Gone Wrong King of the Carpathian Vampires my sweet kissy Kitten ooohh yes i said i am all that for loves sake albeit twisted i am what you crave.. your no taboo lover boy your ******* licking foot slave with a razor in hand a bubble of poison between my legs your homicidal suicidal cockealiciousness she said good, now that we have that settled can we go out for dinner ill be dressed in a jiffy

Or perhaps Lucifer, the open-minded monster my soul wanted but my heart declined. Or just remain myself….. I, as Marilyn Paltan, a prostitute? ‘No!!!’ My wolf argued. ‘Lord Lucifer and Lucian have done nothing wrong, and they’re the first to want you out of this hell. They kept trying, they’re more than what you think of them’ Slamming my hand on the table, I roared, “I have decided, madam.” Her face lit up in glee, “Oh really?” I nodded firmly, “I won’t be fooled again, at least not by her.”

my old name. Alone was what I wanted to be, so I decidedly chose to teleport in a place where it provided exactly what I want: the cold cliffs of the South Pole. True enough, I felt like a new-born being as I stood on top of an icy cliff. I am the ruler of Lust; the bringer of desire and passion in its vilest way. I can finally control this intense emotion; the emotion that once became my driving force to claim a human. Yes. The pain and the agony in my heart were long gone, but there was still one emotion that remained...