Alfie Solomons short story smut. 18+ Alfred Abraham Solomons the Third. Baker. Rum extraordinaire. Father to my children. A Gabbai at the local synagogue. Brutal gangster. And my soulmate. However Bless that very soul, because he's made for damnation that one.
Sons of Anarchy fanfiction. [Juice/OC] A funeral home is not a normal place to meet a girl, but when the guys went to visit Skeeter, Juice met her. A girl with a strange job and an interesting past. Yes, the summary sucks. The story is better.
Shawn Trager has been around the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle club most of her life. After the death of her mother, her father, Alexander "Tig" Trager moved himself and his then infant daughter to Charming where he joined the MC. Along side her two best friends, Jackson Teller and Opie Winston, Shawn grew up watching th...
Avaline Baker is a young woman on a camping trip with friends when she decides to go into a museum that will change her life forever. Somehow transported into the future, Ava finds herself at the barrel tip of Nazi German soldier. Transported to their camp as prisoner, Ava is lost and confused as to what, where, and w...
Gabrielle Lane, a very colorful and joyous woman with a big heart. She was never one to judge, spread rumors, or stay mad at someone for over a day. Closing up her shop one night she was bombarded by three men. Elijah Knight, a cold and dangerous man who never cared for anyone except his crew. A job gone wrong have h...
Carly and her husband jordan have been married for 5 years before the apocalypse started. Jordan was a marine, but was now Atlanta's best lawyer. With a successful husband, nice house, loving families. The Matthews lives seemed to be perfect, but that was far from the case. Before and after the apocalypse. Now Carly i...
"Promise we will never leave each other behind." "I promise." "Pinky promise?" "What are you five?" "Yes." "Pinky Promise." ------------------------- Mason lived in New York before her parents had to move to Georgia. They had a happy life, with some minor set backs. Mason has Asperger's Syndrome and a Panic Disorde...
{EDITING IN PROGRESS} She left me when I was locked away, taking my heart and something else I didn't know about along with her.....I am out now and I plan to have her again. Whether she likes it or not... Story Cover done by: ojclarke **ATTENTION! A brief but serious disclaimer*** This is a MATURE story. Meaning t...
COMPLETED. "Look, if you're-" "Shut up." I was taken back at the sudden manner in which he spoke to me. "Let's get something straight Miss Greene, I don't appreciate people talking back at me. And quite frankly, you're crossing your limit with me and my patience with you. So from now on, as long as you're with me you...
Now available on Amazon (paperback & kindle) as well as the three sequels. Every year, each Male Werewolf can choose a mate - and the She Wolf they chooses has no say in the matter. So when the innocent, seemingly young, Gemini Burn turns eighteen she instantly catches the eye of the most infamous Alpha of all - Alpha...
"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to f...
F**k stress is defined as an emotional turmoil a woman goes through from lack of orgasms, according to Alex Gravano. He's rude arrogant and just plain infuriating, this according to his new anger management counselor Annaliese Barreti. They gave her the task of curing an egotistical madman's anger which may or may no...
*mature for lang and possible (probable) 'adult' content heh.* I was about to scream for help when a strange sort of smoke seeped from druggies mouth and entwined itself around tall and dark's hand, running up his arm and illuminating the sharp planes of his face, feeding into his slightly parted lips. I gasped, stum...
The bell to my grandfathers old shop rang and I looked up from my magazine, "Welcome to Sugar Suga- whoa what happened to your face?" A dark haired man in worn black jeans spat on my perfectly polished cotton candy floor. "shut up and let me use the back room." I shrugged, staring at the light purple tile he spat on...