"Just touch your lips to hers! That's all! Kiss her!" his brain was yelling at him. "Stop being a coward!" the other side of his brain yelled at him. So he went for it, his lips finally meeting hers. It was a simple peck, his lips pressing onto hers. Why did her lips feel so soft on his? He wanted to kiss her again. Maybe with more feeling this time, like he saw in movies. He kissed her again, and again, and then put his arms around her, pulling her closer, as the kiss got more passionate, open-mouthed, and insert tongue. His body grew hot, things started to change. This was not his first time getting an erection, but this was the first time he got one with a girl so close to him. He quickly moved away from her. "Sorry!" He covered himself with his hands. They were outside, in front of the residence hall, anyone could see him. Laila was flush, her face reddened, but she was smiling. "Don't be. I like that you think of me that way." Did she feel it? Oh man, he would never live this down. She would dump him because she thought he was a horny toad.
Taj Robinson
He was a good guy, so why did he always end up on the short end of the stick?
Heartbroken. Alone. Standing by on the outside watching everyone else enjoy their college years. It was supposed to be the best time of his life.
Taj thought he had something special with Sherry Donovan, and then she broke his heart into a million pieces. Sure, he knew she was heartbroken over her ex who lied and cheated on her, and maybe it was too soon to stake his claim on her. But Sherry was everything he wanted in a woman.
Sexy, simply beautiful, smart and focused, and an incredible body. She had the body chicks liked to call thick, or as he liked to call it, just the right size. He did not discriminate on body size, but there was something about curves on a woman and meat on the thighs. Did something to him every time.
Sherry was amazing. He'd fallen in love with her quickly, and that was his first mistake. Secondly, he should have noticed that she did not feel the same way. He was too wrapped up in her, making her happy, enjoying her in every way. He praised the ground she walked on, another mistake.
She was cheating on him the whole time with her ex.
Every time he thought about it he became sick to his stomach. Why? Men were supposed to be the ones that did things like that, sleep around, and cheat, not the woman. Not the woman he loved.
Now it was another school year, he was a senior, but he was not looking forward to the year. Sherry was gone. Half his fraternity was gone, there was only him and his Little Bro Brian. He was not extremely close with the new member who pledged solo last year, but they had developed a brotherly bond. Currently, the two shared a two-bedroom house.
So far, judging by the few days since they moved in before the start of school, Brian was not lacking in female companions. Every morning he saw a new one sneaking out, and every night there was a new girl to meet. Though he was sure some of the girls he would never see again.
That was not his style, never had been. What was the point of sleeping around with dozens of girls? If he found the right one, he would be plenty satisfied.
Was he looking for another woman to get him through the pain? Maybe he was not ready. He would not force it for sure, and this time take the time to develop feelings and let her develop feelings as well.
"Yo! Frat! Bruh!" Brian screamed out at him as he lay comfortably in bed under his covers. Today was the first day of classes and he was not ready.
Brian barged into his room, no knocking, saw him still in bed, and threw a shoe at his head.
"Yo, neo, what I say about the order of power in this house?"
"And what I tell you about getting some pussy? You need some in your life."
"Don't you get enough for the both of us?"
"Naw man, naw. Never enough."
"I coulda had some in here, that didn't stop you from knocking."
Brian chuckled. "Man, I didn't hear a bitch screaming all night, so I know you're still thirsting. Anyway, I just kicked my flavor of the day out, 'bout to head to the yard. You need to get yo ass up, early bird catches the worm."
"I'll hit up with you later." He rolled over in his bed, not ready to start his day.
"Yo, we giving them hell this year, frat?"
"You know it!"
When he finally dragged himself out of bed and prepared for the day, he checked his socials. Semi-stalking his ex, he saw that she was at her new job teaching in Chicago at a Junior High. He imagined how many of the young boys would have crushes on their teacher.
"Aaaa!" He yelled out at no one, shaking his head to clear it.
No more thoughts about Sherry for the day. Or for the week. Or at all. He was over her, it was done. He had to get out of his funk and live life as his LB stated.
Soon as he made it to campus, he hit up the Student Union and grabbed two egg, sausage, and cheese biscuits, two hashbrowns, and orange juice from McDonald's. Neither he nor Brian cooked, they barely shopped, fast food was life.
"Ugh! Boy, you gonna get sick eating that food!" his homegirl from high school Daysha Waller said, tossing her bag on his table and helping herself to the chair beside him.
"You coming to cook breakfast for me every morning?"
"Hellll to the naw!"
"Then shut it!"
Daysha was not the one to be played with, but he loved their friendship. They lived down the street from each other growing up but were not that close in high school. When they found out they would be going to the same college, they connected more as friends and hung out a lot when they arrived at Illinois State University.
Bloomington-Normal, Illinois was a far cry from southside Chicago. No dodging bullets, no slangers on every corner, no police sirens every night. He loved his city and was not ashamed of it, but getting out and attending college was always his dream. A single parent of three, his mother did not have much to offer while he was there, but he knew if he worked hard enough he could help his mother get out of that rough neighborhood.
Daysha had a similar upbringing, but she did not like to talk about it much.
"So..." Daysha had something to say, but she liked to take dramatic pauses. "Are y'all having a line this semester?"
He raised an eyebrow at her. Now she was asking about his fraternity business? Epsilon Upsilon may be small and newer than the Divine Nine Black Greek organizations, but they still followed rules, traditions, and secrecy.
"Girl, now you know better than to ask that."
"I'm just asking cuz..." There was that dramatic pause again. "You know if the MAXS are having a line?"
Now, this was interesting. Daysha never once said she had an interest in pledging anything, especially not Mu Alpha Chi, his ex's sorority. MAXS were the Eps sister organization, so if Daysha wanted to pledge, they would have a sisterhood/brotherhood bond like never before.
"I'm sure they are," he told her. "Why?"
"Do you still have it in good with Sherry Donovan? Can you put in a good word for me?"
And just like that, he was thinking of her again. Why would Daysha ask that? She knew Sherry dumped him at the end of last semester. She knew he spent the summer working hard, driving himself to sickness, so that he would keep his mind free from her. He never once talked to Sherry over the summer.
"Daysha, you're my girl and all, but you know I can't do that," he said, slurping down the last of his juice. "Besides, you're a shoo-in, if that's what you want. And I got you when things get rough while you're on line. You're my girl."
She smushed him in the head "You better!"
He never had any attraction towards Daysha that was romantic. He believed she felt the same way. Just friends. She was cute, he supposed, just not his type. This year she wore her hair loud and purple, although it could be weave, a wig, or her own hair, he never knew. She wore bright green long nails that looked as if she could torture someone with them. Long false lashes that were a bit too much for him, but otherwise no make-up on her ebony brown skin.
Five feet two inches tall, and with a slim build, she did not have the curves he was interested in. Also, their personalities would never mix.
Daysha pulled out some kind of healthy protein bar to eat while he finished his sandwich and wondered what kind of fatty, cheesy goodness would be his lunch. His mother never cooked healthy, whole foods growing up, he had no idea what that was like. She cooked whatever they had, and bologna sandwiches, cheez whiz with saltines, and Spaghetti-Os cold straight out the can were lifesavers.
He had never seen a baby carrot till attending college. Vegetables came out of cans, any other kind he knew nothing about. Daysha grew up the same but was on some type of health food game since attending college.
"So you and Brian-"
She cut him off before he could even finish his words. "No, and no, just no!"
Daysha was one of the girls Brian ticked off his list in the last few days, but he figured neither one was down for a committed relationship. Was not his business and he planned on staying out of it.
His business was going to be finishing his last year of college with decent grades and having some kind of fun before he went into the real world. He would do it alone or with someone by his side, it didn't matter to him.
When a young woman named Maya discovers a hidden message in an ancient manuscript, she uncovers a centuries-old conspiracy that threatens to upend her entire world. As she delves deeper into the mystery, she finds herself at the center of a deadly game of cat and mouse, where the stakes are higher than she ever could have imagined. With the help of a cryptic stranger and a ragtag group of allies, Maya must navigate a treacherous landscape of secrets and lies to uncover the truth and stay alive.
Zimmoni is no stranger to trouble, but when she encounters Kaere—known to the streets as Lonelle or Lonnie—her life takes a turn she never could have anticipated. Kaere, a feared and ruthless figure, rules the criminal underworld with a cold, iron grip. Yet, behind his hardened exterior lies a man who would do anything for his young son. When their worlds collide, Zimmoni's innocence clashes with Kaere's darkness, creating a volatile mix of attraction and danger. As they grow closer, Zimmoni must decide whether to walk away or risk everything for a man who could either destroy her or change her life forever. In a story of love, loyalty, and the fight for survival, will their connection bring them peace, or will it unravel into chaos?
Aurora's eyes sparkled like diamonds in the moonlight, her long, curly brown hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. She was a beautiful and kind-hearted young woman, with a smile that could light up the darkest of rooms.
Rumors swirled around the tower, whispers of a curse that had been cast upon it. Some said it was built on an ancient burial ground, while others claimed to have seen shadowy figures lurking in its depths. Lena, a curious and adventurous soul, felt drawn to the tower. She had always been fascinated by the unknown, and the clock tower seemed to be calling her name.
In the small town of Lunar Falls, nestled in the heart of the mystical forest, a legendary pack of werewolves has lived for centuries. The twin alpha brothers, Luca and Leo, rule the pack with a fierce devotion to their people. But a prophecy foretells of a female omega, born with a rare gift, who will bring balance to the pack and calm the growing unrest.
Samantha Thomas is no ordinary agent. Known for taking on the most dangerous assignments, she works in the shadows, doing the jobs others can't—or won't—do. But when she receives an invitation to her old friend Carey's wedding in Coronado, she sees an opportunity not just to reconnect, but to confront her past. Coronado isn't just any destination; it's the hunting ground of her deadliest targets—and the home of the Arthur brothers, Owen and Alex, men she has tried to leave behind. As Samantha balances her mission with the haunting memories of a life she's tried to escape, a brutal attack leaves her vulnerable, spiraling her into a web of betrayal and danger. Owen Arthur finds Samantha's room in shambles, blood pooling on the floor, and realizes she's gone. Determined to find her, he dives headfirst into a deadly game of cat and mouse, where the lines between friend and foe blur and the stakes are higher than ever. Samantha must navigate a world where love and loyalty are luxuries she can't afford. But what happens when her next target is closer than she ever imagined? And what will she do when the one person she's been avoiding becomes her only chance at survival? In a world where trust can be deadly, Samantha must decide: will she embrace her past or fight for a future she's never dared to dream of?
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
RIEKA She was a naive, chubby, wolfless werewolf, maltreated by her mate to the point where she loses her sanity and womb, her crime was being chubby and less attractive than her peers. GABRIEL He was a handsome, strong willed womanizer, who happens to a hybrid ALPHA prince, the person he loves the most is his kid brother RALPH. He has searched high and low for a mate he could never find. What will happen when he finds out that his beloved brother's ex wife, happens to be his long awaited mate, who was maltreated and is currently mentally unstable? Will he forgive his brother for hurting his mate? or will blood flow?
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.
After a heated confrontation with her husband and mistress, Brianna was pushed down to stairs. She thought she would die but when she woke up again, she realized that she traveled back two years ago, when it was not late for her to correct her path. The first thing she needed to do when she was reborn was divorce that scum. She saved from the darkest time but he lied to her and murdered her in the end. This time, she would not repeat the same mistakes anymore. She would bring the glory of her family back and make those people who betrayed her pay the price! However, in the process of climbing up to the peak of her career, she met a very intimidating and handsome man who kept on messing with her head through his bold attitude. Brianna doesn't want to be involved with another man again, for she has proven to herself that they will just drag her down, but her constant incidents with him are slowly breaking the wall she built to protect her heart. Brianna will surely choose her career over a man this time, but it's possible to choose both, right? What if he hurt her too? No! She won't risk it but. "You have to run away from me, Bree. Coz I'm done running away, I'll chase you now."
The day Lilah found out that she was pregnant, she caught her fiancé cheating on her. Her remorseless fiancé and his mistress almost killed her. Lilah fled for her dear life. When she returned to her hometown five years later, she happened to save a little boy's life. The boy's father turned out to be the world's richest man. Everything changed for Lilah from that moment. The man didn't let her experience any inconvenience. When her ex-fiancé bullied her, he crushed the scumbag's family and also rented out an entire island just to give Lilah a break from all the drama. He also taught Lilah's hateful father a lesson. He crushed all her enemies before she even asked. When Lilah's vile sister threw herself at him, he showed her a marriage certificate and said, "I'm happily married and my wife is much more beautiful than you are!" Lilah was shocked. "When did we ever get married? Last I checked, I was still single." With a wicked smile, he said, "Honey, we've been married for five years. Isn't it about time we had another child together?" Lilah's jaw dropped to the floor. What the hell was he talking about?