Shane Mcrae Tiny Pretty Things Novels & Stories

It sounded so foreign to me, so different from the life I knew. "Oh, before I forget," Shane said, reaching into his pocket. "I brought you something." He held out his hand, and I saw a delicate silver chain in his palm. "It's a necklace," he said, a soft smile on his face. "I thought you might like it." I reached out, taking the necklace from him. It was beautiful, the silver glinting in the light. "It's lovely," I said, my voice hushed. “Thanks, but I don’t think I should have this.” I say, “isn’t this too expensive?”

I know she’s been photographed topless with just her hair artfully covering her breasts in the past; I’ve got the image saved to my phone along with dozens of others. Hoarding pictures of Aubrey Campbell is my dirty little secret. From the moment I first saw her, I wanted to claim her. Make her mine. Knowing she’s been practically naked in front of others is a totally different thing to actually seeing her bare herself. The possessive beast inside me won’t allow it. “No more. From now on no one sees your pretty little tits and juicy ass.” “Wha—I don’t…” I close the distance between us, causing her to look up so she can meet my eyes. “No one sees what’s mine.”

] Pretty Little Addict ~ Haiden Henderson My heart and pussy fluttered simultaneously. I hadn’t accomplished my goal. I’d wanted to use him to help me forget everything he’d done. As my body hummed with satisfaction, I wanted to laugh. Of course Shane had thrown it in my face and made me admit twisted desires I hadn’t even thought of and then made me cum.

She was just glad that she was part in developing something that she could call her own. Shane was in his room and looked at his phone. There was a week until the talent competition, so he was buzzing with excitement. He already composed a song well in advance. The only thing he would have to do was upload it on LincDen. The song was titled ‘The First Dance’ and it was a Pop song, specifically dedicated to his first dance with Maddie which hasn’t even happened yet.

It twitched. Caelin exhaled sharply, his head tilting back just slightly, the smallest sound escaping his lips. Pleasure. Elara felt it ripple through her Alpha like a wave. Emboldened, she pushed the briefs aside. The sight stole the breath from her lungs. Caelin's male sex was thick, proud, flushed with desire and glistening at the tip. Elara's mouth parted involuntarily. How did he even hide something this big over 15 inches of pure muscle?

Hi, my name is Macey. I'm seventeen although I am a short stack of pancakes four eleven to be specific. Today is the last day of highschool. You don't know how happy I am to be getting out of this shit hole of a school, but first I have to make it threw this day if I can of course. I twist and turn in my bed ignoring the alarm that's going off. '' Macey get up, you have school and if you miss that bus I promise you you'll be missing too!''

Just one more time. Mirrie looked up at Shane, her heart tight. He looked terrible, she saw. Tired and still bruised and beaten up, sure, but also diminished somehow. She’d never seen smart-ass, supremely-confident Shane MacIntyre as smaller than he was, and more than anything, that told her what he’d been through recently. He came down the stairs, still unable to believe that she was standing in front of him. “Hi.” “Hi.” “Can I take your bag?”

“I know, Beth. I’ve heard the stories. Hell, I’ve heard the arguments. That’s not what I meant. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean I think he’s cool—I just meant, when it comes to not giving a shit, your brother’s pretty good at it. He doesn’t let other people’s opinions bother him, so it’s easier for him to walk out there with his head up.” She considered what he was saying. He had a point. Shane had always just assumed he was just as good as everyone else in their tiny, gossip-mongering town. Beth had a tendency to think the opposite. She glanced down at her cheap tennis shoes and thought Carly Lyles wouldn’t be caught dead in this off brand. Was that her problem? Was she not owning her own populari