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Yet, now, dozens of unread messages had flooded her screen, the notification count still climbing. Evelyn's eyes widened in surprise. Clicking into them, she quickly realized that nearly all of them were about Matteo. "Matteo's seriously messed up. Didn't he get his one true love back? Now that you're gone, he suddenly woke up and realized your worth. Please. What does he think this is, some dramatic novel where the jerk hero gets a second chance?

She flips again… “I dream of her again. This time…on the cafe floor. Her hands tied up by mine. Her breath catching, not because she was scared but because she wanted it…she couldn’t get enough…” Again… “I watched her today…her lipsgloss smudged, her hair all messy like she had just been fucked…if she was I’m pissed….it should’ve been me!…” … “She thinks I’m just a guy who has too much caffeine and loves reading/writing…little does she know I’m writing a story…our story…she’s the main character…and this book, it’s the ending of the beginning…” … “When she finally lets me in I’ll make her scream my-…”

My own handwriting stared back at me in bold black ink: MY BUCKET LIST (Thirty before thirty… or before I chicken out completely) 1. Swim naked in the ocean at midnight 2. Kiss someone under fireworks 3. Get a tattoo I can’t explain to my mother 4. Quit my soul-crushing job without a safety net 5. Fall in love so hard it hurt 6. Have sex that makes me forget my own name 7. Be touched as I’ve never been touched before slow, deliberate, filthy, worshipful. No rush. No mercy. Just hands. Mouth. Cock. Knowing exactly what they’re doing to me.

“Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.” Her words stung, but they also made my pussy clench harder around her fingers. Ria leaned down, kissing my neck, then my lips, as she pleasured me with skilled, relentless strokes. She added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me until I was moaning into her mouth and coming again. I came hard, shaking, and my juices were soaking the sheets. When I finally came down, panting and spent, Ria kissed my forehead. “But if you really want him… you’re going to have to prove you can take it.”

she pressed. I took a deep breath, a blush creeping up my cheeks. This wasn't just any story; it felt like the beginning of something special, and I wanted to savour every detail. "Well," I began, pausing for dramatic effect, "it all started with a wrong turn..." A collective gasp from my friends sent chills of excitement down my spine. Leaning in closer, I launched into the story, weaving a tale of a chance encounter, an unexpected connection, and a spark that ignited something beautiful in my life.

“More like daggers.” “Oh no.” I could practically hear her sitting up straighter. “What happened?” I exhaled, lying back against my pillows. “Where do I even start?” “The beginning is always a good place.” “Fine.” I closed my eyes, letting the words flow. “So, I get there, right? The place is massive. Like, straight out of some rich-kid movie. And, of course, I’m getting stares the second I walk in.” “Typical.” “But then I meet this girl, Rachel. She seemed nice enough, showed me where my classes were.”

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

David Stanton, she discovered once they left their swimsuits behind, wasn't endowed like the girls back in high school used to whisper about, but was gifted enough to lend at least some credibility to the rumors they'd heard. So much so that, try as she might, Bree couldn't help wondering what it might be like with someone that impressive. Not that Frankie wasn't equally impressive, at least in his own way, she told herself.

Emma’s POV “Here we go,” Liam said exasperatedly as he plastered a fake smile on his face. “Just smile. I’ll do all the talking,” he whispered in my ear. “Okay,” I said, nodding my head and looking up at him thankfully. Truth is, I’ve always been a very shy person, especially when all attention is on me at once. If I had to speak right now, I had no idea what I would say. Aside from that, Liam and I never really talked about our ‘origin story’. I know he wouldn’t just want people to think we got engaged out of the blue, he’d want us to have a background story as to how we got engaged and we hadn’t sat down to discuss what that story would be yet, so I was quite thankful he was willing to spe

"As this brute just said, my name is Scarlet Relezea. I'm a second year from the fashion department." "Ah, I'm Black Vera." I replied. "I'm a second year from the arts department." "You're new here, aren't you?" "Yes." "I knew it. No old student would ever even think about being friends with this wild monkey. I feel so sorry for you, you poor soul." "If I'm a monkey, then you're a gorilla." Crimson passively commented. "Ignoring this useless brute, can you tell me why you need clothes?" "Ah, we're performing at the club recruitment, but I didn't know we had to bring an extra pair of clothes." I replied.