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I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

Nicole's POV "You're staring again." I blinked and looked across the table at Silas. "What?" "The salad," he said with a laugh. "You've been looking at it for almost five minutes." I glanced down and realized he was right. I'd been pushing lettuce around my plate without actually eating any of it. "Oh." A smile tugged at his lips. "Tough day at work?" "Something like that." I replied and Silas reached across the table and squeezed my hand. The gesture was warm. Familiar and comforting,exactly the kind of thing a good boyfriend would do.

------------------------------------------------ Authors’ notes: J: this story was supposed to be an ABO, but as we wrote, that element disappeared, so we removed it. L: yep

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I don't regret whatever happened between us but I also don't want him to feel pressured into a relationship with me. I couldn't sleep so I lay awake and read stories from my Good Novel online book app, the different genres of stories on the app had made it my favorite to go to whenever I was less busy and wanted to read some good stories. I had already purchased some coins on Tuesday to finish the story I was reading The Life Of Bisi the tragic story of a gay Nigerian boy. I could almost relate to the boy's story as I read through, I was still on chapter 29 when a call came through my phone. It was Jude, and the memories of last night flashed unbidden through my mind's eyes. "Hello."

" Alfi exclaimed. I get irritated and pushing Alfi”s forehead with my index finger. "Hey, you little scum! Do you think I write a mere pure comedy story?! A story that focuses on 1 aspect won”t do any good! A story like Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso which has a sad story has a good comedy aspect to make people enjoy the story! And what do you mean by inferior story anyway? Your story is lower than this one! A Nijikon who doesn’t care about his life and he is a weirdo and perv? Hah! Don”t make me laugh!" I exclaimed irritated.

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The only sounds were our slowing breaths and the occasional soft kiss pressed to bare skin. Sarah’s fingers gently stroked my hair, her voice a low, tender murmur. “My beautiful girl… you were incredible.” She tilted my chin up and kissed me slowly, not with the frantic hunger from earlier, but with deep affection. Her full lips moved softly against mine, tongues brushing lazily. I could still taste all of us on her. Jake nuzzled the back of my neck, pressing gentle kisses along my shoulder. “Both of you,” he said, voice rough but warm. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Didn’t think it would ever actually happen.”

Kate's POV My best friend’s name is Jack. We have been friends since we were little kids. He is tall, he has kind eyes, and he is very, very strong. He is always there for me. If I am sad, he makes me laugh. If I need help, he is the first person I call. But lately, when I look at him, I don't feel like a "friend" anymore. I feel a fire in my stomach. I want him to hold me. I want him to look at me and see a woman, not just the girl he grew up with.

she said with concern written in her voice. I nodded as I waved an assuring smile. “Yes, I’m okay.” “Then what was that about Damian claiming that you were his?” She asked. “Promise you won’t freak out.” I pleaded and she nodded. “You know that stuff I said about being sold off to a billionaire…blah blah.” I said and she nodded correspondingly. I paused, “that was about me.” She didn’t react. More like she didn’t understand. “I’m being sold off to Damian Cooper as a slave in the disguise of a bride!” I said.