Novel & Cerita Young Adult Fantasy Romance

mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion* Deacon Another week has flown by in the blink of a fücking eye, since my last date with Myla. It feels like I haven't seen her in months, though.

Yes I will Jude is not handsome in a classical way he has a broken nose he's pale he has obsidian hair but he has a body of a magic Mike dancer if you have seen one not big just lean enough to have the six pack my friend Carmen has a bit of a crush on him. But I like my man like I like my coffee dark." yes I will give you the money but on condition " I knew it there is never kindness with him " Okay " You will do anything for that guy " i swallow then nod " Good I want you to suck my cock for five minutes " my eyes almost fall out of their socket as the statements Shocks me to the core "I am not doing that " I will give you $5000 dollars " that shocks me again pulling me back from the door

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

A magical social feed opened like a twisted version of F******k. RonanDuskbane posted: “New moon training group meets at midnight. If you’re too slow, don’t bother showing up.” KaelithD posted a poll: “Who’s hotter: me, or me on fire?” Faculty Reminder: “Do not summon demons in the cafeteria again.” I sat back and let out a long, slow breath. Magic. Memory loss. Monsters. And a talking wolf in my head. This was going to be wild.

He hooked her legs over his shoulders, pushing them up and back towards her chest, opening her up even more. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight, until you're sore and aching and the only thing you can think about is my cock inside you," he promised, his voice dark and dangerous. Myra could only whimper in response, her body completely at his mercy. She knew he would deliver on that promise and she couldn't wait. After all, it had been her ultimate fantasy to become his slut.

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

He smirked and did the unthinkable, he leaned down and kissed her deep and breathy. My pussy spasmed at the sight. At first she froze in place, then she responded eagerly. Her palms wandered over his chest, side, stomach as she rose on all toes to wrap her hands around his neck. He pulled away, their breaths intertwining. My pussy pulsed so hard I could feel my juices flowing down to my ass. “Our little girl needs a release, don't you think?” He said calmly, dark eyes swinging to me. I whimpered. My Aunty stalked towards me carefully, the sound of the lock clicking in place as she stopped before me, our eyes locking.

I could help Wendy with her work, but I’m too dumb for that. Being an adult sucks. I’m like 20 and I have no talents or hobbies. If I didn’t run away I could’ve been living life. Have a wife, even if it’s someone I don’t love, wealthy, still have a family, but I wouldn’t be happy. Mom always says happiness is key, probably why she left. If only there was someone who can help with life. Life decisions, life problems, life in general. “LUCAS!” A voice yells causing me to fall out of bed. “Get your booty butt down here right now!”

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that