Spongebob Lifted Meme Novels & Stories

"Get on the bed." I lifted a brow. "Why don't you get on the bed?" He folded his arms across his chest. "Do you want my mouth on you or not?" ——— There were several ways to celebrate your best friend getting hitched off to the man of her dreams. Having sex with a stranger wasn’t one of them—at least Laura didn’t plan on it. But when an opportunity presents itself in the form of an incredibly sexy tattooed man, who was she to say no? Laura doesn’t do relationships, or dates, or anything related to the subject. She is strictly a one-night-only type of girl and doesn’t go back on that rule no matter what. So what happens when this sexy stranger Laura hooked up with, turns out to be a close friend of Jack—her best friend’s husband—who had actually been at the party that day, and now wants more than one night from her? A game of wills ensues. Will Laura succumb to the sexy stranger under his top notch seduction skills? Or will she go the extra mile and beat him at his own game?

He grabbed hold of my neck and lifted me off the ground. His angry eyes bore into mine as I gasped for breath. “You're a mute, a Stealer wolf and worse, you're weak. I can never accept you as my Luna, not in this life or the next to come.” **** Estelle's already jammed up life took a turn for the worse when she is discovered to be a Stealer wolf; a wolf, whose scent drives single and widowed wolves wide. Being a mute, she is ridiculed and looked down on, and she took solace in the fact that she would be saved and healed whenever she found her mate, but what happens when this mate of hers refuses to accept her because he saw her as not worthy and weak to become his Luna? She is turned into a slave since she is the only one who isn't affected by the Alpha's aura, but can she use this as an advantage to win his heart, especially now that the pack doctor wants to have him for herself? She's a mute. Will she be able to pull through all the obstacles and heal?

In my last life, my sister Serena Vega ran to Monaco the night before her wedding, and my family shoved me into her dress before dawn. Damian Lucchese, the young Godfather of New York, had been waiting at the altar for her. The moment he lifted my veil and saw me instead, the warmth in his eyes went cold. For five years, I was his hidden wife. The underworld knew he was married, but no one knew to whom. My parents blamed me for stealing Serena’s place and still failing to keep his heart. Then Serena came home. That Christmas, Damian took her and my parents to his mountain estate. When a blizzard hit, his men rushed everyone onto the helicopter. No one remembered me. I died in that frozen house, three months pregnant with Damian’s child. When I opened my eyes again, Serena had just returned to New York. This time, I would not beg for love. Only when I truly walked away, none of them had the right to regret it.

In Hollow Creek, there was an old custom: if you turned thirty and still were not married, the community chair would arrange for you to come home and meet potential matches. When I told Marcus about it, he laughed coldly. “What kind of backwoods tradition is that supposed to be? “Constance, I said I would marry you, and I will. But pressuring me is something else.” Then he took out the ring and casually handed it to Hannah. She accepted it with a blush. “I was going to propose,” he said. “But since you want to act like this, maybe we should cool off for a while.” The ring I had waited years for was handed to someone else like it meant nothing. For a moment, I just stood there, stunned. Marcus walked out of my office with an easy confidence, the corner of his mouth lifted in a victorious smile. Hannah held the ring out to me. I did not take it. “Keep it,” I said. “Wasn’t it meant for you anyway? “You wear it. It suits you.” Her face went pale. I showed her to the door. Before closing it, I said, “Tell Mr. Vale that he and I are done.”

Blurb I was his secret weapon. The girl who broke down his plays. The girl who made him win Game 7. Then he lifted the Cup… and kissed the owner’s daughter. So I did what any unhinged woman would do. I bought a lighter. My target? The VIP suit. The problem? I torched the wrong door. It belonged to *Captain Rhys Virek*. “Black Ice.” “League nightmare.” “Don’t breathe near him.” He caught me. Soot on my face and lighter in my hand. The Cops were 2 minutes out. He didn’t call them. He slid a contract across the burnt table instead. *“You’re my girlfriend now. Three months. Fake. Public. Or you burn for real.”* I have a deportation date. He has a PR crisis. Fake dating fixes us both. Except his wolf likes the girl who fights back. And I’m starting to like the monster who chose me… after I tried to ruin him. But it was all a fallacy to begin and I began to drown in a nightmare that death becomes the only option left.

“You can still walk away,” he said, his voice lower now. I shook my head. “I don’t want to.” Something in his expression softened, just slightly. Then he stepped closer. Close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing. For a second, neither of us moved. Like we were both waiting, deciding. His hand lifted, hesitating just slightly before brushing against my jaw, tilting my face up to his. “Last chance,” he murmured. I didn’t answer, I didn’t need to. I closed the distance instead. The kiss wasn’t soft. It was searching, deliberate. Like he was testing something, me. And I responded before I could stop myself. Before I could think. My fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer as the world around us slipped further out of reach. The hesitation was gone now. Replaced by something heavier, something I didn’t want to question. And this time, I didn’t think.

My five years of marriage to Elliot Kline turned out to be a cruel joke. "For tomorrow's monthly report meeting, I'd like Yvette to present your branding plan," Elliot said, not looking up from his desk. I put down the files I was organizing, certain I had misheard. "What?" "Yvette just joined the company. She needs a chance to prove herself. Your plan is perfect for that." He lifted his head, his tone brooking no argument. "But that's my entry for the Veriania Creative Competition," I protested. "You win awards every year. What's the harm in letting her have it this time?" He shrugged, adding, "We need to nurture new talent." I stared at the man with whom I had shared a bed for five years. His face suddenly felt so unfamiliar to me. "Do you know how many sleepless nights I poured into that plan? And you're giving it to a new intern?" "Don't be so petty. It's just a plan. My decision is made." My fists clenched, anger surging through me.

She has made us proud and today she will make history. Her name is Jedidiah Aaro. Come up to the throne and receive your crown my daughter.” There was a sudden hush in the entire hall. For a second, even I thought I had heard wrong and just stood rooted to my spot, a frown etched in my face, my brows furrowed. Jedidiah? Someone suddenly pushed past me and I almost fell If I hadn't stood my ground, only for me to watch as Jedidiah cat walked towards the throne. Her outfit, unlike the suit I had worn was a skimpy revealing gown with pink stiletto heels. She sat down proudly on the throne and right before my very eyes, my father lifted the crown- MY crown and placed it right on her head. The crowd resumed cheering, but this time it wasn't as cheerful and loud as it was before. Infact, it felt like they were being forced to give the mandatory standing ovation. I was still rooted to my spot, hoping and believing everything was a dream, but it wasn't. My step sister, Jedidiah was sitting on the throne, wearing the crown. Alpha Jedidiah? What a joke.

He gropes my breast harshly forcing a moan out of my lips, I squeezed my thigh together instantly feeling an ache on my clit down there, creaming my thong. I didn't know how it happened but I was fully stark naked, my firm boobs bouncing out freely in his views. He pressed on me harder with his mouth on my ear lobe " I, Orion do not share what is mine and you are MINE!" He didn't leave a room for response as his hot mouth now on my left breast, his hand kneading the right one. I groaned louder unable to articulate how to handle those heavy feelings. He lifted me off my feet and carried me to the bed kissing me the whole time, With a soft bounce I fell onto the mattress, his hand caressing my inner thigh, my head rocked back against the pillow, he pushed his finger under my thong after kneading my swollen clit so much, I groaned loudly arching my back and shuddered beneath him.

He lifted my face up to his and sucked on my neck slowly. "What is it that you want Alana?" He asked me as he nibbled on my ears gently. Thrills moved down my spine and I could feel giddy and wanting already. I was already getting excited down there. "Tell me what you want." His whisper came again. " I want you." | whispered back weakly in a surrender. “Is that all?” He asked in a muffle as his mouth moved over my skin behind my ear. I shivered under his touch. “ I want you to want me too.” I answered truthfully. Alana is very shy and introverted but she has had her eyes set on the Most Popular Bad Boy, Atlas. Atlas is the boy every girl in Gold Valley City wants to have by all means but what happens when he notices and has his eye set a one good girl who is below his class? Will they build together an unbreakable bond amid societal and financial differences or will Alana’s submission be the begining to an unending rollercoaster of hurt and pain?