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⚠️UNPUBLISHED! WILL BE UPLOADED SOON!⚠️ Book Five in the "His Girl" series. Mikkel Roberts didn't think he was gay. Hell, for all he knew he might as well have been attracted to bicycles. But for some, odd reason the second his eyes connected with Bruce's, he knew exactly what he was. Bruce Jackson wasn't some typical "bad boy". Okay, maybe he was. Being one of the first men that Adiah had brought into his gang, he was surprisingly also one of the most overlooked. He hung in the back, swinging bottles of alcohol into his mouth and doing all the dirty work. Basically, Bruce was like a hired killer for the gang. No matter how hard the person was to get to, he got him. So you can only imagine the surprise that overwhelmed him when he saw another member of his own gang walk into the bar. And not only that, but he was one of his bosses' best friends. Well, at least he's in for a ride. • Mikkel struggles in my grip, wiggling and trashing about to be free. This only makes me more irritated. Finally, I turn him around and smack his ass hard enough for him to yelp. "Quit this shit before I take you over my knee. Understand?" I growl, glaring at the side of his face. He stays quiet. Growing more angry, I grab his face and pull it toward mine. "Do not make me repeat myself." He gulps, looking into my eyes finally. I see the submissiveness slowly creep into his eyes. "Y-Yes.." I smirk, "Yes what?" "Yes Daddy..."

⚠️THIS STORY IS UNPUBLISHED! WILL BE UPLOADED SOON!⚠️ Book Four in the "His Girl" series. Aleksander Kroesk, almost as well known in the BDSM community as Adiah Providence, has always wanted the relationship with his men to be one of... well, a pet. He finds it almost like a Daddy does to his little, he enjoys it. Sometimes he even starts to act like a Daddy, but he prefers to be called by Master, though he wouldn't mind if his sub called him Daddy or Sir, he wasn't all that picky. Walking through the halls of the BDSM club owned by Providence himself, Aleksander finds himself staring into none other than Adonis Grois' eyes. And you can imagine who stared right back. • He yanks on the leash, making me gasp and fall forward on my knees. He smirks and tugs the chain once more, looking down at me. "Come, pet." I start to crawl toward his open legs. Why am I hard? Why is this so pleasurable for me? God if Mikkel saw me right now he would be bent over laughing. I stop at his feet, unsurely looking up. He playfully rolls his eyes and tuts at me, leaning down to pull me up onto his lap. I blush, looking up at his slender and defined face. He runs a hand through my hair and then pulls it, making my head lean back slightly. "I'm going to have fun with you, pup." He grins, releasing his hold on my head to hook his finger under my collar and tug. His eyes shine with mischief, his usually light and calming eyes now sadistic and excited. If it weren't for the fact that I trust this man with my life, I would have left the second he looked at me with those torturingly wicked orbs. I gulp while he starts to pet me, dragging his fingers through hair. "A-Aleksander..." I whimper, feeling the need to be held closer than arms length. His eyes soften, probably noticing my desperate-ness that I don't bother hiding. "Sweet boy," he coos, "come here. Come to your Master."

Book Three in the "His Girl" series. It started out as a game, something Lana found amusement in. She would simply tease a man with her curves and mocha colored skin, batting her eyelashes and letting him get so close that he thought he had her. And then she would turn away and laugh. Lana isn't like all of your basic girls, raised in a difficult childhood she definitely learned how to become independent quickly. She didn't need a man, or so she thought. Spending most of her nights in the BDSM club closest to her house, she almost enviously watched the other males dominate their littles. When would she have that? Well, for starters she could stop teasing and playing games with the men who were interested in her. But she didn't want some man to would roll over when she told him to. She wanted a man who would growl and grab her neck and ask her exactly who she was talking to. Be careful what you wish for. . . . His finger curls, his silent demand for me to come closer. My legs move and obey quickly, instantaneously following his commands like I'm some sort of dog. Fucking traitorous legs. He smirks slightly, opening his legs in that hot, laid back type way. Oh god my ovaries might burst if he gets any sexier. I stop when I'm in between his legs, my ears straining to hear his deep and husky voice over the loud music from outside the private room. "What's a kitten like you rubbing along other mens' legs?" My face turns red. Well, as red as it can get when I'm fucking black. I cross my arms over my chest sassily. "Oh yeah? And what are you? My dad? I'm a grown ass woman, I can be with whoever I want." He chuckles, leaning forward. He stands from his seat, towering over me a good foot or so. God damnit, I'm supposed to be tall and curvy. At least I got the curvy part down. Now I just need to grow taller than a fucking infant. "Oh, kitten, I might not be your dad, but you'll definitely be calling me Daddy."

"Where do you think you're going little one." Ace's warm breath caresses the back of my neck, his arm snaking around my waist and pulling me towards him causing me to feel his hard bulge on my lower back. "Home." I voiced out meekly, clenching my thighs together as I felt my panties dampening. "But you're already home, babygirl." This time it was Roman who spoke as he dropped wet kisses along my jaw and neck causing my breath to hitch and a loud moan to escape my mouth. It wasn't the fact that these men were dangerous that had me hesitating, it was the fact that they were my stepbrothers. "I'm not your little one or babygirl and please refrain from touching me, brothers." I made sure to put emphasis on the word 'brothers', hoping their conscious stops their actions. "Wrong, it's 'daddies' for you, princess." Vincent whispered, his lips brushing against mine. My brows furrowed and my face morphed into a confused expression causing all three brothers to chuckle. ________________________ Bella Hearst is your average girl who gets pushed into a mess. After her mom's fifth marriage, she plans on escaping, knowing that her new stepfather and stepbrothers are people who you don't want to get involved with. But life has other things planned for her when her stepbrothers take a sudden interest in her.

Pressing a soft kiss to my lips he smiled against them and I softly giggled. "Precious little thing." He hummed with a smile. • "I'm sorry, London. Please find a way to forgive us." He whispered grazing his lips against my lips. • U N D E R M A J O R E D I T I N G. C O M P L E T E D.

COMPLETED The existence of grammatical errors, misplaced words etc. is exorbitant as the majority of the book had been written when I was 13. Read at your own risk. - - - "He was standing there in all his glory while I was standing here in all my ...nakedness..." The sentence that you have just read could exactly describe the situation I am in. - - - Have you ever been put in a situation in which you can't speak, think or move? Well, I had. And it wasn't in front of anyone, but in front of the school's supposedly bad boy. Hooray me, am I right? I am one of those outsider girls, who doesn't like to associate with anyone, and, on top of that, a so-called teacher's pet, too. Although that didn't seem to stop the bad boy from taking an interest in me. Funnily enough, he wasn't the person to initiate a conversation by simply approaching me. That was in no way possible, of course. It's a lot more complicated than that... Well, actually it's not that complex... He saw me naked, that's the reason... - - - CLICHÉ STORY! Contains cursing and/or swearing. IN THE COURSE OF HEAVY EDITING THAT MAY OR MAY NOT CHANGE SOME OF THE PLOT. The book is a work of fiction. Nothing had really existed, happened or is really happening. #4 in Teen Fiction : January 18 2016 Mr. Bad Boy Saw Me Naked. Copyright © 2015. All Rights Reserved to Aira Sakae.

Tristan Meyers is my step brother... His dad is married to my mom and I despised him, a lot. He hits on my friends and flirts heavily with me even though he knows were legally siblings by marriage. Total asshole. He also knows I hate his guts and that's an advantage for him to annoy and tease me and he's enjoying it, then something bad happen, I'm starting to fall for him... Oh boy. My Step Brother Is A Disaster is now posted in my page:) MSBIA series!

Oliver is lost in a world that he loved. A desire to paint to his hearts content, any form of distraction from his recent heartbreak. Attempting to rebuild his life without the person he loves, adapting to bleak reality. He was always known for being shy and quiet, until he met Max, who turned his life upside down. Max was vibrant and loud, cheeky and confident. Everything Oliver was not. But Max showed him things in life that brought him out of his comfort zone, experiencing the extremes of life with each other. Until one day Max left without a saying a word, leaving Oliver's world to crumble. Oliver now lives a life with a blank space in his heart. Attempting to move on and accept that Max is never coming home. But Oliver was never expecting to see Max in a gay bar, whilst on a date with someone else one year later. The drama unfolds and hearts explode.

Sequel to Eat The Rich After his court case, Micah attempts to regain his livelihood with the help of Weston. He settles back into normality with their newly flourishing relationship, excited for their future together. Discussing career progression amongst Weston's company and a new found love for holidays. Nothing could come between them. Until Micah starts receiving strange unexplained letters and deliveries in the post, a sense of someone watching him, following him. An unwanted visitor that refuses to leave, attempting to get between their relationship and break the foundations of everything they had built. Weston refuses to take a stand, no matter how many curveballs are thrown towards them in attempts to destroy their trust. They know each other inside and out... or at least they thought they do.

Annalise was overwhelmingly pure, beautiful and innocent. Those virtues were exactly what drew him to her, he left her completely unaware of his infatuation as he lurked in the shadows slowly observing and admiring every move she made. Some would think him mad but he thought of it as love, his love for her that would never wilt. And Eli loved Anna, he thought it physically impossible to ever stop. He believed that in time she would love him too and with time she in fact did after only being introduced to the light in his personality. But they would both soon encounter heart shattering realizations about themselves which would either bring them closer or tear them apart. ~ #10 in naive