Novel & Cerita Seventeen Fanfiction

MIDNIGHT FUCK My phone lit up under the pillow, the screen cutting through the dark like a guilty secret. Kalvin: Come over. Make my room real quickly, please. My breath caught. Make his room. The lie sat there, bold as the ache was already blooming between my thighs. It was always his style when he wanted me moaning under him. Last week it had started the same way—him texting, and then I slipped out, it ended up in him pouring something hot and liquid deep inside me. Well it's the moment I always wanted after all. The mission stays on until my dad finally marries Laura.

Because he just kept staring at her while she was telling the story. "Yeah? Because what---?" Andrew in a suspicious tone. Lana shrugged then decided to tell Andrew the truth. Because in fact, despite everything that had happened, she knew that the young man had long known all her weaknesses. "I've been busy, you know, being your fangirl," she admitted, followed by a weak laugh. Obviously, Andrew liked what she said because his handsome face quickly lit up. "As in, a super fan?" "Can I still be called a super fan even if I can't watch your movies because I don't have money?" she replied following what she said with a weak laugh. "Actually Mama is the real reason how I found out about you. Sh

On the screen, a little blonde nymphet in a white, cowl-necked gown cut so that the front fell between her breasts to below her belly button, was bopping away in a manner that should have displayed her assets to all the world. Won't you stay? Won't you lay? Stay forever, and ever, and ever, and ever. La, la, la... Julia had no idea who the girl was, but she had a body to die for. She looked a bit like the girl that ran the coffee shop, but with less chest. I just can't get you out of my head... Flickering images of Lucy's face looking up with her tongue busy on Julia's clit danced before her eyes. She same image, but she could see Michael pumping into the blonde's pussy at the same time.

What did she have to be sorry for? At 17, Liliana had only ever had eyes for me. She had never betrayed what we had. At that age, she'd loved only me. But could I really say that the 17-year-old Liliana and the 27-year-old Liliana were not the same person? I didn't know. I lowered my gaze. Under the burning weight of 27-year-old Liliana's stare, I finally said, "Fine." Joy flashed across her face, and she stepped forward to hug me. "Wait for me."

" ************** OMG its over AHHHHH.... I really did cry this time. Anyway I love them so much and I will miss them so much. But I am writing another book in this next chapter titled: SISTERS DESIRE, and you guys should really goo check it out. Its a fictional story that involves incest, but it is not an incest only story. It focuses on Harem Lit. All characters involved in sexual activities of any kind are eighteen years or older. None of these events are real, no matter how badly we may want them to be. (Sucks doesn't it) Please rate and comment. Enjoy. and I think its really interesting.

she revealed without shame. Joanna was disgusted. How could Beverly sleep with Trevor behind her back? Joanna wasn’t with Trevor then, but Beverly knew how Joanna felt about him. The Fantasy Fiction Writing Club was mostly based on writing their fantasies about the men they were attracted to or thought were hot. Ninety-nine percent of Joanna’s stories had been about Trevor. So Beverly couldn’t claim she didn’t know. She just didn’t care. “I . . . I . . . I don’t know what to say,” Selena stammered. “When was the second time?”

luna begins to hyperventilate because the memories are flooding back *Flash back* Cara types furiously on her phone, she hit sends on her gram story! Luna opens her phone to check her messages and she received 15 text messages some said " FUCKING WHORE" SHE SO UGLY SHE HAS TO FUCK A MAN TO GET TO THE TOP"as she reads the messages she sees "Carmen is typing" Luna texts Luz "Luz help me someone started a rumor did you it? Carmen is typing she saw it I am crying help me"

Whatever. Unknown Pov I walking down the street thinking about my love life when I sighted the girl that Jace was talking about... That he's inlove with eeew, I feel like puking, how can he leave me for a lowlife and a famous girl who I think doesn't even like him. FYI Jace was my ex, well, he left me before he even met that thing, she's lucky she's famous, if not she'd be gone by now.

"But I will be next month. It's near, so I guess I'm already eighteen." "Next month?" Brother furrowed his brows. "You are still young, despite that. It's too far." "But you are eighteen! And you have more than your fair share of girlfriends. Why shouldn't I have mine?" "I'm almost nineteen." "But you were dating before you became eighteen!" "That's different. You are my baby boy. I won't allow you to date those girls. They are not worthy of you." "And what of you?" I stupidly said my thoughts out loud.

The cover is worn, the pages dog-eared and crowded with handwriting that feels like it belongs to someone else. Seventeen-year-old me. I sit on the bed and flip through it slowly. Notes about dreams. About leaving. About becoming someone unrecognizable in the best way. And then his name. Written everywhere. Not dramatically. Casually. Like it was assumed. Like he was a constant, not a variable. The tears come fast, sharp with nostalgia and fear. I’ve come so far from that girl. And yet this moment feels like her prophecy coming true. Just not the way she imagined.