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I'll make mine. - RP is a very exciting tale that includes Romance, Adventure, YA/NA, Fantasy, Sci fi (in other books), Action and maybe even Horror. So If you're ready for his Action-Adventure packed book... READ ON.

But I guess it's my fate, I would be admitted into the university this year, and I guess meeting Mr grumpy would be fatal, the devil doesn't bargain anyway, it's a losing game, after all, a mafia won't have a use for me. Maybe my fairy god mother decided to make one of my silly wishes come through, and she chose the silliest, maybe this might be the hottest guy I ever set my eyes upon, he ends up being unreachable. I laid my back on the bed in defeat I can only imagine. My imagination has worked for me for ages now, i pictured a scene in my head, the perfect fifty shades scene, one of my R18 novels, taken from Kate's house, it disrupted my sexual fantasy, though I am stuck in my little house

"Okay, have your seat, and what brings you here?" "My eighteenth!" Anna grinned. "Ah! Yeah! It's in two weeks time" Faye laughed. "What would you like as a present?" Anna pouted, " I want to move in with my boyfriend" Faye sighed. Deep down they both knew even though their parents are alive, Daylan ruled over his baby sister like a prison warden. Even though Anna was finally eighteen, Faye knew that it would not matter to daylan even if she was twenty he would never allow his baby sister move in with a man.

"Yeah, tell me 'cause I sleep halfway through even picture books." I sighed and leaned back on the chair. "I just like to lose myself in fiction to forget reality. You know, a reality where my life's too short to do stuff like they do in books. Or even in real life like falling in love, having children, growing old, finding some treasure in some remote island, murdering someone--- " "You can still do that, I'll help you hide the body," he suggested while waggling his eyebrows and because of his creepy expression, I laughed.

He kept pounding until he finally groaned and filled me with hot, thick ropes of cum, his body shuddering against mine. After we caught our breath, I straightened my skirt, feeling his cum already starting to leak down my thighs, and gave him a wicked little smile. “I’ll take care of the rest. Don’t worry.” Later that afternoon, I found her in the quiet corner of the university library, tucked between the tall shelves of old literature books. She was pretending to read, but her face was still flushed and her hands were shaking as she turned the pages. I walked up behind her and leaned in close. “Hey… about what you saw earlier.”

Stopped. Walked in. A kid, maybe twenty, stood behind the counter, staring at his phone. "Do you have books for teenagers?" He looked up. "Like, Young Adult?" "I don't know. Sixteen-year-olds." "Yeah. YA section's in the back." I walked to the back. Found shelves labeled Young Adult Fiction. Pulled out a book at random. Read the back. Something about dragons. Shoved it back in. Pulled out another. Read the back.

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

eats me from the inside like a deadly acid. I've become someone completely different. I trust few people and almost never talk about myself or my parents. After all, I can’t let anyone know more about me than necessary, I realize that most people see me as a smiling, happy girl who is always sincere and never refuses to help. In reality, I’m a closed-minded little frightened person. The mud sticks to my soaked shoes. Another five hundred meters or so and I’ll be able to take off my clothes, run warm water into the tub and plunge into it up to the tip of my nose, leaving everything behind. Like every day, I will grab one of the books and absorb another story that will never really happen. In

DISCLAIMER Age Recommendation This book is intended for readers aged 16 and over. It is not suitable for children or young teens. Reader discretion is advised. Parents, guardians, and educators are advised to review content if this book is accessed by younger readers. This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places, cultures, organizations, supernatural creatures, and events depicted in this book are entirely the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual people (living or dead), real places, or true events is purely coincidental and unintentional. The world in which this story takes place is fictional and does not exist in reality.

The only problem was that they weren't interested in me. I had the unfortunate designation of being a wild child throughout my childhood and into my teens, and I was indeed wild. I was also the complete opposite of the stereotypical female fantasy of a tall, dark stranger. I wasn't an honors student, and I wasn't the captain of the football team - I was just a regular, short-ish blond guy. And so, I fell back on my imagination and did such silly things in my spare time as daydreaming and writing stories about them, which was complete and utter silliness. I knew there was simply no possibility of ever getting lucky with any of the many objects of my desire.