Wanted Novels & Stories

"You're so wet." "I need you, Joel. If you don't want to do it here, let's go somewhere else, but I'd be fine lying right here on the ground. We both have waited long enough. Let's do something we want that our wolves will also agree to." He pushes my panties out of the way and uses his finger to rub me.

They looked like they needed it more than me anyways. "Do you understand English? Hello?" Hope grumbled at me before snapping her fingers in front of my face. I nodded, trying to let her know I was listening- it was just hard. Hope sighed and ran her hand through her blazing red hair. "Don't you know when to shut up?"

“No. You found it.” “And I’m telling you to take it,” I insist, tightly. “This is my fault. Andy wanted to get back at me. You shouldn’t get caught in the cross hairs.” Quill gives me a strange look and is quiet for a second before he accepts the flag. “You know,” his gaze is thoughtful as it rests on me, “I have a good sense of people. I’ve aways had it. When I first saw you, I knew you were a good person. You have a sharp tongue but a good heart. You’re a fair person.”

– I looked at my other side – He works for me too before you want to ask for help. I closed my eyes tightly, wishing Liam was there. - What you want? – I whispered. He chuckled softly and caressed my face. - Oh my Darling. It is not obvious? Want you!

"I'm a goody two shoes and I'm a prude and I like to do my homework and I absolutely definitely don't know how to be friends with all around bad boys and ..." "Well, if you don't know how to be friends with a wanton because you're a good girl—" He lays emphasis on wanton, a word I'd used randomly many days ago in his room and I visibly swallow "—then there's only one solution. Welcome to the wanton train, good girl. Hope you enjoy the ride." This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.

Thought wants nothing to do with me, and as much as that stings, I have to accept that. “It has to work,” Revel mutters, pulling the sheets up tightly, flattening out each crease in the duvet with the palm of his hand. Who knew Gluttony, a Sin could be so meticulous. I suppose you have to do what you have to do to get what you want. “Why do you want me to be with him so desperately? I mean, I have no reason to trust you, remember,” I say, hoping he will give me some kind of answer.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

I whispered while rubbing my hand over her tight toned stomach wanting to rub my tongue and lips all over her body instead. Kissing my way down her soft slender neck, to her marking spot my wolf was begging me to take her against the counter and mark her right now. Stopping when I caught sight of the hickey, he dared to put on my mate. A jealous possessive growl to escaped me and my wolf pushed through “I want this mark of his gone” we demanded. My possessiveness must have pleased my mate from her growing arousal. As she clenches her gorgeous thighs together, a simple action making me want nothing more than the slide them open and relieve some of the built-up sexual tension she was clearly f

💃 Honey bunny💞 Trust me I need one 😔 Trish 💞 Girls problem, your therapist is on her way bitcheeees🤸 Husby Miley💞 PJs check☑️ Seeing they were all in, I got in my mood of making chocolates, first sign of me loving someone or maybe liking. Hell no, I wasn't! That Jordan boy is an arse. *Yeah keep telling yourself that* that is my inner voice arguing with me. "Something smells like chocolate" Trisha said with so much enthusiasm as she danced into my kitchen and before I could stop her, she picked one of the heart shaped chocolates.

Or maybe I'm lying to myself. Maybe part of me, the part that had already started noticing the way Eli moved through the conference room, the particular quality of his attention when he was thinking, the exact moment he'd decided that my approach was interesting in a way that suggested he might eventually prove me wrong—maybe that part of me wanted exactly this situation. Wanted the challenge of someone who couldn't be controlled or categorized or managed. Wanted, despite every logical part of my brain screaming against it, to find out if there was something underneath my careful control that was