Novel & Cerita Young Adult Fiction Short Stories

Elena, a 19-year-old, has long harbored desires for Garrett Hartley, her father's best friend and a successful CEO. On her birthday, she wishes for Garrett to take her innocence and make the night unforgettable. Throughout the evening, Elena's fantasies and Garrett's subtle advances build tension. … *********************************** I couldn't believe my 19th birthday had finally arrived. As I blew out the candles on my cake, I made a silent wish, one that I had been longing for since I first noticed the changes in my body and my desires.

Anya's P.O.V. "Are we ready to ride, ladies?" I ask the gang as we all start up our engines. We're an all-female biker gang of bunnies. Yes, I said bunnies, and I'm not talking about Playboy bunnies or Easter bunnies. We're bunny shifters, and we're all in our twenties. Our gang has dwindled in numbers because some of the women have found their mates, but there are still about twenty of us.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Elyes Jared Cullen Nickname: The Lion 32 years old A Mafia Lord A self made billionaire Tattoos: a lion's head at the back. It spun from the shoulders to the waist. Slept with more women and men than he can count Cold and unfeeling The first time Elyes knew what his penis was for was when he was six years old. That time, he had woken up with a boner and, surprised at what that was, he ran to his parent's room and he found his father and mom having a morning glory session and yes, his dad was forced to talk about it.

This short story of how I would eat your pussy. It was written just for you. Read it and enjoy it while stroking your sweet wet pussy. I want you to get wet. I mean really wet reading about me doing this to you baby. I want your body hurting badly, nipples hard and your clit swollen and throbbing before you insert anything into it. You might even want to print it and lay back on your bed and love your body while you read it. It's my special gift to you.

" That was before, Miss. Now Young Teenagers are the ones dominating the writing Industry. " " Oh, that's new. You can proceed. " " Alright, Miss. " " The Short Novel in summary is about Two Sixteen-year-old Teenage girls Stella and Steva. They were best friends, they were often addressed as the Writer and The painter. Due to how close they were, they were often called the inseparable Duo by their mates. Their relationship was so strong that they were always seen together and they never allowed anyone to come between them. As expected there were Lots of students who were jealous of their relationship and plotted to break them up. They managed to Succeed using one of the friend's weakest spot

~ END ~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Poker Game”

By the end of the first scene I was covered in cum — dripping from my pussy, ass, and face — trembling with orgasms. Ryan kissed me softly after the cameras stopped for a break. “You were perfect. Tomorrow we go harder. Grandpa wants that ass first thing.” I looked at the four men surrounding me, all of them hard again, eyes full of dark hunger. This wasn’t just p**n. This was my new addiction. The end of book 35

Rain lashed the campus streets like it was trying to drown the whole damn university that Thursday evening, turning sidewalks into rivers while I sprinted from Brew Haven toward the Literature building with my backpack banging against my spine, the white café uniform shirt soaked. completely through so it molded to my chest like a second skin, black lace bra and hardened nipples visible to anyone who cared to look because twenty-one years old and juggling barista shifts with night classes meant sacrifices like running late through storms without a jacket.

It won't happen again. "No, it's fine," I lied smoothly, trying to ignore the way my core tightened just remembering what I'd done while listening to him. "I needed to get some writing work done anyway." He leaned his heavy shoulder against the wall, sipping his coffee while his silver eyes thoroughly studied my face. "What do you do?" "I write books," I said. An eyebrow lifted, his interest clearly piqued. "An author? That's Impressive. What kind?" I stared into my cup, definitely not wanting him to know what kind of books I wrote. "Romance."