Sixth Collection Novels & Stories

He had his back to the barn, so he didn't see the group of men who'd gathered behind him. Since I didn't know any of them well, I couldn't be certain whether they were there to collect gossip or to guarantee Austin didn't do something he'd regret. Austin threw his hands in the air. "You, Miranda. You are my problem." I shook my head and clenched my hands so tightly that my nails broke the skin on my palms. "It's been six years, Austin. And guess what, you won. You got it all." I spun in a circle with my arms outstretched to indicate the vastness of his rich world. The same world that I'd left behind. "Every last bit of it. You got it." I should have been embarrassed by the scene I caused.

When we had problems, there was always a neutral third party there to help. Annie struggled with the losses she'd faced and the blame. She worked daily to reprogram her mind-Will wasn't her fault or her responsibility, and Cole wasn't her mistake. I thought she'd hold on to some level of culpability regarding Will forever, but I felt like we had finally made a breakthrough last night about Cole.

Plan one needs to move forward and the first thing to do is…. My brain storms as I think of what to do. Almost immediately, an idea burst into my head. “Frustrate Jacob into telling me something.” If Jacob could mention “her” because of anger, I am certain he could mention many more things as well. And maybe I could use them against him and finally be able to escape this place without waiting for sixty days. I put my plan into motion as I stepped out of the room. I am certain Jacob is in his study room working on a bunch of Alpha stuff. I’m not used to having an Alpha around me but I do know that they work as hell.

(Note: Hello guys, I'm so sorry but I lost the rest of Inheritance Whore chapters. Which is why I took this long to update. I'm still working on retrieving it and once I did, I would upload it immediately. For now, let's move on with the next one.) 6. Stepdad Seed DAHILA I want my stepdad and he knows it too.

Jared, a 17-year-old boy, struggles with his forbidden desires for his stepmother, Elena. After a dinner where her presence overwhelms him, he retreats to his room, consumed by fantasies of her. Using lube, he masturbates while imagining Elena in explicit scenarios. ********************************* Jared’s heart pounded as he shut the door to his room, the weight of the evening’s dinner still lingering in his mind. His stepmother, Elena, had been there, her presence a constant, intoxicating distraction.

“ It's been five years babe, I think that's enough time. Look, this is a bad idea ok? Trust me.” Thom Sinclair isn't someone who pretends to care about you if he doesn't, and I know he doesn't give a damn about me. The guy is scary, no doubt. He built a million dollar company from scratch so I understood his hesitation towards me at first, but it became ridiculous after time went by. I am not after the Sinclair's money.

Marcus slammed in one last time, emptying his seeds into her with a low growl. They stayed in that position till every last drop of cum spilled inside her, rolling down her thighs. "Dad?" Sophie called; they both froze.

My head tips back and my eyes close, hand kneading up and down while I imagine him doing it… Toying with my cock between those soft, pouty lips. I can’t believe I’m doing this… It’s so stupid and it’s not part of the plan. Plus, Graham could walk in here any minute. But then that thought swells my cock even thicker in my palm. Nico: Record yourself. My hands are shaky from the adrenaline and the pent-up secret lust as I heed his command and press record, capturing myself jerking my dick. It’s only a few seconds, but when I send it, he goes silent for a full minute.

When Wendy Chance's father, Josiah, was rendered speechless, I was the only one he wanted to go to speech therapy with. Every time Wendy and I wanted to go out, Josiah would clutch the corner of my shirt. Once again, Wendy would stuff an unused train ticket in my hand and pat my shoulder apologetically. "Treat my dad well, and I'll make it up to you on another trip. Evan can accompany me on this business trip instead. Don’t overthink this." Evan Striker was the secretary she claimed knew his place. I had collected 27 unused tickets over the past three years. They were from unrealized trips to the mountains, historical towns, and the beach. Every ticket turned into a post on Evan's social

Lyla is having a horrible day. Cranky and emotional, she's ready to go home when Aaron bursts into the flower shop and begs for a bouquet so he can apologize to his girlfriend. Unfortunately, flowers aren't going to solve this problem. Luckily, Lyla has another idea. This story is part of the When The Lights Go Out universe. These stories do not need to be read in any particular order; they all revolve around the same event and have some connections, but are stand alone pieces.