Novel & Cerita Skinny Dipping

My African American Mom married a rich Japanese man. As I moved the skeleton of my new bed next to the window, I felt a gaze focused on me. Outside my window, was the house next door. The house shape was similar to ours, so it also had a window facing mine at the same level. Standing there on the other side was a skinny Japanese boy. As soon as I laid eyes on him, he stiffened, then shyly smiled and waved. His hair was all over the place, seeing him in his tanktop I thought to myself that he must've just rolled out of bed. But wasn't it the afternoon already? The boy says something but of course I can't hear him with my window closed so I slide it open. "Eto....hi." He tried in English. If someone were to tell me later I'd come to care about him deeply, I'd find that hard to believe. For as long as I could remember I've always felt empty. And that emptiness, I hid on instinct.

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

All her life, Calla Hayes has been invisible, the awkward neighbor girl with tangled hair and a frame too skinny to be noticed. Until the night of her eighteenth birthday, when the Moon Goddess reveals her fated mate: her arrogant stepbrother, Lucas Blackwell, the pack’s golden bad boy. But instead of claiming her, he rejects her in front of everyone. Humiliated and heartbroken, Calla runs only to awaken a power inside her no one in the pack can ignore. Now, two dangerous men want her. On hand there’s Lucas, the stepbrother who spurned her, now unable to resist her new strength, and Darius, her childhood neighbor and best friend’s protective older brother, whoshe has always crushed on. One is her fated mate. The other is her forbidden desire. Both are willing to burn the pack to have her. Calla’s no longer the ugly duckling. She’s the storm that will either break their world or remake it.

When I was ten years old, I was kidnapped by some human traffickers, where I was sold to an old widow as her slave. She locked me up in a pig sty and had me solve all of my basic needs there, be it eating, drinking, or defecating. My life there was less than that of livestock. My parents never gave up on looking for me. They managed to save me when I was 17 years old. On the day I get reunited with them, my mom's eyes redden when she notices how skinny I've become. "Oh dear, just how much have you suffered, my child?" My dad just keeps slapping himself the whole time. "We're so sorry, Silas…" Even my younger brother reaches out, hoping to take me home. That's when I finally realize that I have a home now. In order to repay my family for their benevolence, I've laced their food with the most potent poison. That way, their deaths will be painless.

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas which would be great, if I wasn’t carrying the Quarterback’s baby!Sebastian Blake is my best friend’s little brother. He used to be the skinny kid who hid behind glasses and braces. Now, he’s all grown up, and one of the leading quarterbacks for the Giants.As a sports physician, it’s my job to make sure that Sebastian is in peak condition to play next season, but he’s had one injury after another and has fallen into depression. When I arrive at his door, he doesn’t know who I am, thinking his friends sent him a ‘surprise’ to cheer him up.And now, somehow, I’ve found myself doing home visits and getting on a plane with his team to head to Vegas.They say, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.That would be true if, after Vegas, I hadn’t found out that I was carrying his baby…The Quarterback's Baby is created by Ted Evans, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Elena wanted to cry her heart out to whoever would listen, but her heart was dry. She couldn't even find it in her to do anything other than smile, nod politely and recieve the insults and abuse dished out to her. Afterall, she believed that there was nothing she could do. She was above the age of mating and she was still unmated. Each blood moon came and went and the moon goddess in some sort of joke or irony refused to grant her a mate. It wasn't just her lack of a mate, she also couldn't wolf out. No matter how much she tried, it just didn't work. What came to every werewolf so easily ran away from her. Elena felt tired and defeated. Even if she wanted to fight her uncle how would she do it? Physically she was almost the weakest in the pack. Malnutrition had told on her leaving her with extremely pale skin and a skinny body. Sometimes to herself she wondered how she was still alive.

"Spread your legs." I did, wide. He looked at my pussy, swollen and wet. "Look at you. Dripping for me." He knelt and licked me clean. His tongue was magic, flicking my clit, dipping inside. I grabbed his hair, grinding on his face. He sucked hard, making me moan loud. "Alexander... please fuck me." He stood up, smirking. "Since you asked nicely." He lined up and thrust in again. This time slower, teasing. In and out, deep. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my tits, pinching nipples. "You feel so good. Tight around my cock." Lush thought she understood desire until Alexander Voss looked at her like property. He is powerful, arrogant, and dangerously in control. A billionaire untouchable by law, by scandal, by consequence. He commands boardrooms the way he commands her body without apology. What starts as a secret affair becomes an addiction. But Alexander is still married. And his wife is not the type to lose quietly. When threats turn violent and his son steps into the game with jealousy burning in his eyes, Lush realizes she isn’t just sleeping with a powerful man. She is inside a war. And Alexander doesn’t share what he owns. Not even with blood. Desire turns darker. Power turns lethal. It will destroy them all.

My best friend is a death angel named Faro, and my father works for the devil. I am an incubus demon who has a talking cat named Samson, who happens to be a cursed wizard stuck to live his life as a black cat, an annoying companion who sheds entirely too much. Being an incubus I survived solely on the pleasures of the flesh. I was Dipping my dick into a different woman almost every night for the past hundred years. Whether paid for or brought home to my penthouse from the local watering hole I had company quite frequently to feed my hunger. Cursed to earth I had unlimited wealth and countless numbers of females to recharge me at whim. My punishment from Lucifer wasn't all that bad. At least it wasn't until a wisp of a female brought me to my knees. Could I fall in love, for real? It was inconceivable even though I was named for it; it was the furthest from who and what I was. I was, at the very least, an uncaring prick. Could someone like me know what love was and did I want to know? That's the real question I asked myself. This is my story of how my demon heart started to beat after centuries of being a cold obsidian stone by a young redheaded female with unique secrets of her own. Could she love me enough to walk through the fires of hell for me? This is her story...

"Hi, yes you aren't dreaming, it's the chubby Kelly," I say inwardly as I see the unhappy face expression of Jason who is disheartened. The guests laugh at us. They call our couple all sort of names. "The prince charming and the pancakes' eater Kelly" is one I can sadly remember." "I, Jason Bentley of the South pack, reject you Kelly Thompson as my mate and the Luna Queen," he declared fiercely. *** Kelly Thompson, an eighteen-year-old curvaceous and wolfless she-wolf, has been quietly admiring Jason Bentley, the heir apparent to the throne of the dominant South pack, for a number of years. Unfortunately for Kelly, she doesn't get the same attention in return from Alpha heir Jason, as the handsome daughter of his old father's Gammas, Betty Nord, is already the love of the pack's future Alpha. But, the plump Kelly has an advantage over the skinny Betty because of a strong vow made by Jason's father, the Alpha King Don Bentley, that his son will marry the daughter of his Betas who gave their lives two years ago in a fight against the North pack's fiercest adversaries in order to preserve the life of the Alpha heir. But clearly, nothing goes as smoothly as Kelly imagines.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Amy Leah!" were his words to her when their love began blooming. He was just one of their hacienda workers, skinny and tan-burned. But she loved him...unconditionally! ... "One day, you will swallow all the insults you threw at me today. One day, you will regret everything you did to me. One day, you will also kneel before me, Amy Leah!" was his wrath when he found out about her betrayal. "Oh! I've regretted the day that I told you about my fake feelings. Coz you're so fun to play with!" engulfed with sarcasm, her taunting remarks wreaked havoc in his life. ... "You think I'm done with you, Señorita Amy Leah? What happened to your brain? Don't you know, my REVENGE has just begun. Kneel and pick those up!" was his lordly command now that he was in a suit and living in luxury. "Desmond, I'm sorry!" were the only words she could mutter after everything that she had done. ... What made her betray her first love?