Finding a house can be hard
Alice It's dark outside, and I'm lying on my back inside the kitchen of what may become our new house. There haven't been any strange sounds from inside, so I'm no longer convinced the place is haunted. It's actually quite roomy— "What was that?!" Nathan sits upright when something rustles outsi
"Oh-my-god, I can't believe this..." Nathan pouts. "What?" I dry a tear on my fingertip. "My man, six-foot-seven, or whatever, with muscles on top of muscles, is afraid of rats! Like dude... It's so cute and adorable... I just wanna hug you!" Nathan looks offended until I mention that I want to h
I keep working there before slowly kissing down his sternum until my lips land on his lower abs. I'm feeling frisky, so I lick that area and wiggle my pussy over his cock until Nathan groans. "Are you trying to kill me, woman?!" I kiss right below his belly button and laugh a little. "Let me have
Nathan A month later I never knew my mom. She died in childbirth, and my dad always blamed her passing on me. It hurt. And I won't lie; it was damn tough growing up under the same roof as someone who despised me. I was lonely and so incredibly afraid that my heart wouldn't get to experience true
Rebel I'm lying on the couch, half-dead. I've been on chemotherapy for one week and still haven't had enough courage to shave off my hair as I promised myself I would. The doctor told me hair would begin falling two to four weeks after I started my treatment. Either gradually or in clumps. That
To my utter astonishment, my heart somersaults. It shouldn't happen—I never react like this, but Alex got me wrapped around his finger. He doesn't know it, though, and I would never admit it. I can't go falling in love before my operation, can I? And definitely not with a guy I barely know. Yet
I blush, and I'm grateful Alex can't see that. "Stop it. You can't call me pretty—you know nothing about me!" "I know enough to know you shouldn't be single." My eyes stare at the floor, and I breathe a laugh. "You're sweet... Which begs the question: why are YOU single?" Alex laughs. "I'm not pr
Rebel I'm nervous when I finish my makeup in front of the mirror. It's highly unlike me to be self-conscious. But what if Alex won't like me? Not everyone likes goths, but to be fair, I don't have extreme makeup: I use fake eyelashes to make my eyes pop. Foundation, some blush for rosy cheeks, an