Shoujo Legs

Being a taboo makes it all the more exciting... * * * * * Three years ago, Joslyn Patel met a man whom her best friend described as “sex on legs”. Three years ago, Gabriel Reid met a woman whose smart mouth he'd hoped was as good at blowing as it was at retorting—it had been way more than he'd imagined, by the way. Three years ago, sparks were ignited, their intertwined fate was set in stone and they had a night to remember. Fast forward to two years later, Gabriel now has a girlfriend so he definitely shouldn't be thinking about the woman from that explosive night but he can't help that the memories were now imprinted on his mind... and perhaps another part of him. Fate would have it that when Gabriel finally meets the best friend his girlfriend wouldn't stop talking about, she happens to be Joslyn, the mystery woman from two years ago. Tension brews between the two but nothing can be done about it. Skip to the present; Gabriel is now single again and nothing stands between him and finally getting the woman he's spent three years wanting, but what happens when before he can begin his chase, his divorced mother introduces a man her age as her new fiancé. What happens when the man turns out to be Joslyn's father? After all, a taboo relationship makes it all the more hot and exciting.

I loved Clara deeply. When she was in danger, I didn't hesitate to save her, even at the cost of my own life. The incident left both my legs broken and confined me to a wheelchair, but she promised we'd marry once she passed her medical boards. To help her focus on her studies, I worked tirelessly, wheeling myself around day and night to make ends meet. But behind my back, she rekindled her relationship with Caleb Carter, her childhood sweetheart. One day, I found her in his arms, laughing and happy. I confronted her, demanding to know why she'd betrayed me. She responded by shoving me to the ground, treating me like I was worthless. Then she pulled a scalpel from her medical bag, her hands steady as she held it over my chest. "Caleb needs a heart transplant to live," she said. "Please, help me one last time."

You didn’t stumble here by accident. You came looking for something. Something hot. Something raw. Something that burns your thoughts long after you’ve closed the app and makes you reach for the lock on your bedroom door. This isn’t soft porn. This isn’t romance. This is sin, unwrapped. Every chapter is a confession. Every story is a dirty little secret you swore you’d never want—but can’t stop devouring. From the preacher’s daughter getting her mouth blessed behind the pulpit… To the best friend’s dad who can’t keep his hands off what’s forbidden… To the virgin roommate who learns fast just how rough her lessons will get… These are the stories you’ll read under the covers with your legs clenched and your breath held. Welcome to your next obsession. Don’t expect mercy. Don’t expect morals. Just pleasure. Vivid. Filthy. Unforgiving.

"Dimitri, I am telling you for the last fucking time, leave me the hell alone!" I yelled as the blood pulsed through my veins and my auburn hair rose. "My name isn't even Dimitri." "I really don't care. You've betrayed me and that's it. So Dimitri or whatever-" "I am Ivanovich Popov and I am not leaving you alone neither will I ever leave you alone. So it's either you come with me right now and willingly or I drag that pretty little ass while you kick and squirm. Choose wisely, Ramona." He yelled. I don't know why or how but looking at him now, the sweat running down his defined body, the way his biceps flexed and all, I felt a slight wetness pool at my panties. I clenched my legs tighter and decided to try my luck. "My name isn't Ramona either. That's my undercover name. My real name, my birth name, is Madi."

Aria Mendez is an eighteen years old freshman in Appleland University, after the death of her parents when she was twelve, she lived in an orphanage and got sponsored to school. Everything changed when she met him, a reaper, the devil himself, blood is his weakness, not just any blood, her blood. Ocean Muse, twenty three years old vampire, his desire for blood was undescribable. But, that night he saw her on the streets and he saw , he wants her for pleasure. I slowly stepped backwards as he came closer, the old my was lying on the ground cold blooded, who is this man in front of me. I couldn't see him clearly because of the darkness in the night. "Wh-what d-did you do to him. How did you do that?" I managed to asked. His lips covered with the old man's blood, he smirked at me. "What an interesting little girl, you wanna know what I did to him?" he said, and as if my legs work on their own, I turn around and tried to run away, but surprisingly, he was right in front of me. I yelp and tried to run away again but he grabbed my hair and pulled me back. My back was against his chest, I squirm in fear. "Since you're curious, let me show you" he whispered and that's when I felt his teeth on my neck.

I'm the true heir to an affluent family who got switched at birth. But when I'm reunited with my family, they suddenly announce their bankruptcy. The sprawling mansion is repossessed, leaving me, my wife, and my parents to sleep on the streets. My parents are so furious that they end up getting admitted to the hospital—one gets a stroke, and the other passes away. My wife gets her legs broken by one of the creditors, and my son is so frightened that he becomes mentally impaired. To bear the astronomical medical bill, I work countless part-time jobs and put myself through the wringer. Everything changes when, one day, I accept a job as a temporary driver. I go to a lavish hotel's banquet hall. A celebration for a gold wedding is being held there, and I see my late mother and paralyzed father sharing a kiss onstage. My crippled wife is dancing offstage as she enjoys the festivities. Meanwhile, my son speaks fluently in a foreign language as he speaks with a foreign child.

WARNING: THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN STEAMY AND SEXUAL CONTENT WHICH IS STRICTLY NOT FOR KIDS UNDER +18! The bathroom door creaked open. And then—barefoot, toweling his hair, abs slick with water, stood. Broad-shouldered. Golden-tanned and muscled like a demi-god. The thing swinging between his legs, long and thick and heavy. Our eyes locked. My mouth dropped. My voice cracked. “Brother-in-law?" The Lycan King’s face hardened with recognition. “What the hell are you doing naked in my bed?” ***** After being cheated on by his boyfriend, betrayed by his best friend, and framed by his boyfriend's first love, Lucian thought life couldn’t get any worse as he scrubbed servants’ filthy toilets with a bruised face. Until he was stripped and thrown onto the bed of the homophobic Lycan King, awaiting his death. Elias, the newly crowned Lycan King and Lucian’s brother-in-law, is cold, ruthless, and homophobic. He believes Lucian, who ran away with his so-called "boyfriend," irresponsibly abandoned his sister, blaming him for all the misfortune that followed. This deep-seated hatred has festered within him ever since. ***** If Elias discovers that Lucian is his mate, will he abandon his intention to torment him? On the other hand, will Lucian, who can not communicate with his wolf, realize that his mate is actually his brother-in-law?

I was drawn to the young man on the large bed as I walk into his room. A deadly gorgeous man probably in his late 20s. With my legs shaking, I slowly walk closer but end up slumping on the floor. I can't believe my family did this to me. Especially, my father, he turned his back on his only daughter. He got me married to a dying man all because of money! I stood up again and lean my face closer to his, indeed, he is a gorgeous man. If he were to be perfectly fit, any woman would lick the floor he walk on. I can't help but imagine if he were not to be in this state, would I have still become his wife? I don't think so. **** "You're nothing but a pawn in my game, don't you dare expect anything from me. I had to play along so I can get my wealth back from you" She felt betrayed. She thought he liked her considering how he has been treating her nicely in the past months. She thought every action of his was genuine not until she overheard William’s conversation with his friends. After the confrontation, William completely changed and become so cold toward Seren. She was so devastated, she couldn't believe she was used by the man she was deeply in love. She couldn't believe he turned out to be after nothing but revenge. Several nights, he brought home different girls just to torture her, she isn't allowed to look at any other man with her beautiful gaze. She isn't allowed to talk to any man, she isn't allowed to get closer to any man. He claimed her as his but, wouldn't give her the love, respect, and care that she deserves.

His eyes darkened as he leaned closer, placing a finger on my mouth. “Uh-uh, what did I say you call me when we're alone?” My body tingled with heat. “Daddy?” “Urgh…” A guttural groan tore from his chest. “Yes, baby?” My mind spaced for a second and Andre took advantage of that, tucking his hands under my legs and carrying me bridal style. “Andre, what are you doing?!” I shriek, dangling my legs in the air. “Finishing what we started, baby.” he chuckled, heading straight for the front door. I shook my head in bemusement. His daughter just found out about us and his brain goes straight to sex? Men… I wasn't any better though as I just waited for him to cross that threshold and pounce on me, instead of dissuading him. He strode over to the loveseat couch, sliding me down his body before pushing me back to the couch. Propped up on my elbows, I looked up at him with hooded eyes, only for the the door knob to flip. My eyes widened and instantly, I jerked up to my feet, coming to stand behind Andre. I had no idea who it was as Claire would have just barged right in. The door opening seemed to take several minutes but in reality, it was only seconds. It swung inwards to reveal Leila, the last person I was expecting to see. She took one look at us and wasn't in the least bit surprised. “So it's true?” Those cold grey eyes moved over to me. “You're the whore that's fucking my husband?”

Roan King. The uncrowned king of Barnett University. He's like a freaking celebrity around here. It's totally ridiculous. People, by which I mean grown women, actually stalk him on the internet. And around campus. Apparently he's god's gift to both football and the ladies (I'm using that term loosely). All he has to do is smile and girls just fall right onto their backs before spreading their legs nice and wide. I've heard that he's already plowed his way through half the female population here at Barnett. I'm sure he'll work his way through the second half before he gets drafted to the NFL later this year. Yeah... I don't plan to be one of them. The guy is nothing more than a conceited player. You know the type—a steroid infused meathead jock coasting through college on his football prowess. Ugh. I have three words for you—avoid, avoid, avoid. Need I say more? I don't think so. I've had the sad misfortune of running into him on campus. Literally. As in—I literally slammed into him before spilling my iced coffee drink all over that wide rippling chest of his (did I just say that?). What I learned from the experience is that Roan King is one hell of a cocky son of a— Ok Unfortunately for me, Operation Avoid-Roan-King isn't going so well. Everywhere I go, there he is. If he wasn't so ridiculously hot, he would be a hell of a lot easier to forget. With his dark hair, shocking turquoise colored eyes and (damn him) buff body, he's easily the most gorgeous guy I've ever laid eyes on. Crap... see what I mean? Why do I suddenly have the bad feeling that Roan King is going to lead to my utter ruin and downfall?