Bryan AndrewsMy childhood memories flashed through my mind. Erica howling with laughter has she called me FFB, a acronym for Fat freckles boy and how Erica emptied a jar full of insects into my pants. A shudder coursed through me as I remembered the unbearable pain I faced, years ago she had played havoc with my life. I spent one and the half months in the hospital, I have accepted the fact that I was going to live with the consequences of that havoc forever.Seeing her in class today only brought back the memories I have tried so much to forget. When my dad mentioned the business partnership with her dad, I knew I will be seeing much of her. I scoffed loudly as I sat on my bed. I was quite in school today which was unusual.I am the King of Beverly Dale high school, and I've been labelled a casanova by everyone in school. I don't like girls, but I love fucking them. I like pounding into their pussy and hearing them scream as I pleasure them. There is a rumour that I have fucked seve
Erica McKenzieSex. I literally just saw Bryan Andrews fucking a girl. I gasped covering my mouth. The fact that I knew he saw me watching them made me face palm. The way the girl danced and moved on his laps, with the annoying sounds she was making made it obvious she was enjoying it. I should have left immediately I saw them, but my legs became heavy. I just can't place what I felt when Bryan turned her over and got on top of her.He was totally brutal with the way he kept fucking her hard. I shuddered as the image kept replaying over and over again in my head. It will be nice to be fucked that way. No! I chided myself. That won't be happening.The whole scenario kept repeating itself again in my mind."Are you okay?" My dad asked, I didn't realize I just zoned out."Erica, I will be going back to Miranda. You will be staying with the Andrews till you finish senior year.""What?" I asked, not believing what my father just said. My dad was adopted by Mr Andrews mother at a very young
Erica McKenzie I felt a tug on my nipples, as a wave of pleasure passed through my veins. Am I having a sex dream. I felt kind of warm, the bed seems to have gotten smaller. I could feel a wall behind my back, then the wall moved closer to me. I realized the wall wasn't an actual wall, it was something more, a body, hard and larger than mine. The warmth I was feeling was from the body behind me. I shuddered as a hand glided from my stomach to the fullness of my breasts. It cradled my breast as if weighing it, then a thumb traced slowly around my taught nipple. A languid, delicious and sweet sensation sent my head swimming. It felt so good that I didn't want it to stop. Those hands were evoking something strange in me. It was like I will fall sick if the pleasure stops. The hand slid down to my hip and over the curve of my thigh, I gasped as I felt a finger brush my clits. This can never be a sex dream, cause it felt surreal. The hand caressed my inner thighs, making sure to brush
Mary I was excited when mum broke the news to me. I got the scholarship to Beverly Dale high. I was changing school, I breathed a sigh of relief. "You should be excited," my mum, a tall woman with a blonde hair, who is in her late thirties said to me. "How are we going to cope mum?" I whispered softly, nibbling at my lower lips. We were not rich, we hardly have enough. I was lucky to even get a scholarship. Mum won't have to bother to pay my tuitions fees again. "We will find a way, I will get a job in Beverly Dale. Don't worry too much honey." She whispered back, cupping my chin. I nodded my head in response, trying to think about the positive side of this scholarship. At least I get to start afresh, from the beginning. This is going to be a new chapter of my life and whatever I do now is going to write my story. "Look at me honey," my mum whispered, raising my chin up. "We have got this and we are going to survive the storms." **** Few days later I gulped the spit
Mary "How was school today?" Mum asked, she was looking at me expectantly. Images of everything that happened flashed through my mind repeatedly. "Fine mum." I replied, sulking. I hate it when I lie to her, it makes me feel bad. But mum already has a lot to bare now, I don't want to add more to the burdens on her shoulders. It wasn't easy getting this job, though I don't want her doing this job. But it is the only way we can survive. We at least get to eat free food, even though they were mostly left overs. I don't mind. We were given a room in the mansion, not even in the maids quarters. Mum said we were lucky, but I really don't see any luck in her working as a maid for a rich obnoxious family. I hated the fact that she has to clean up the house after them and also cook for them. "Hope you made new friends?" Mum asked, watching me carefully. I forced a smile, trying to hide the fear I have been feeling since I got home. "Yes,"I replied. At least I made a friend, Taylor was my
Mary Helping Olivia with her home work was easier than I thought. She was really smart for her age. "Thank you Mary," she said, immediately we finished with her aptitudes. "You're welcome," I replied, standing up to take my leave. I really wanted to leave her play room. "Can you continue helping me with my homework as from today. I really like you." She said, grinning eat to ear. "You are smart and pretty, very pretty." She added, cupping my cheeks with her little hands. "But you should be careful of big brother," she whispered into my ear. I became alert immediately, if this little girl was warning me of her brother, then I should take heed. "He likes girls, pretty girls." She whispered, giggling. I smiled at her cuteness. "I don't have anything to worry concerning that, I am not pretty enough for your brother. Trust me, your brother is definitely of the higher class and I'm from a very low class. He won't even spare me a second glance." "But you are pretty
Mary School scares me, Beverly Dale high scares me. I sank my teeth to my lips as I walked towards my locker. I could hear the whispers, my ear seems to have gotten used to them. I was wearing a palazzo pants and a off shoulder red top to match the black pants. It was new, not really new cause we got it from a thrift store. Mum insisted I wore them today. Taylor was standing right in front of my locker. "Good morning," she whispered, immediately she sighted me. "Hey, Taylor." I whispered softly, hugging her. "I was waiting for you, so we could go to class together." She whispered again. I wanted to ask her why she was whispering, but I decided not to. To be honest, I was damn scared. Like really scared, the insults that were being thrown at us was not making things easier. "She is still here?" Someone said, pointing at me obviously. "Has she not realized she is digging her own grave. The queen and King doesn't want her here and she is still adamant." Another voice sai
I took in air, inhaling it in a rush, I sobbed quietly. I was weak and I hated the fact that I was weak. I was trembling, my fingers shook and my lips trembled."What is happening here?" The voice repeated again. I turned around to face a tall man with a rounded framed glasses."Young lady, are you okay?" The man asked worriedly. I nodded my head in response, I could see Hawk giving me a death stare with the corner of my eyes."Hawk, care to tell me what just happened in here?" The man asked."Nothing, I was just getting familiar with the scholarship student." He replied, rolling his eyes."Oh! She is the scholarship student. The smart lady who blew our records off. Come forward."The man who I assumed must be a teacher beckoned.My legs felt like jelly as I walked, I got the front of the class and at that moment I felt like disappearing. All eyes were on me, and I hate attention.&nb
Erica McKenzie I felt a tug on my nipples, as a wave of pleasure passed through my veins. Am I having a sex dream. I felt kind of warm, the bed seems to have gotten smaller. I could feel a wall behind my back, then the wall moved closer to me. I realized the wall wasn't an actual wall, it was something more, a body, hard and larger than mine. The warmth I was feeling was from the body behind me. I shuddered as a hand glided from my stomach to the fullness of my breasts. It cradled my breast as if weighing it, then a thumb traced slowly around my taught nipple. A languid, delicious and sweet sensation sent my head swimming. It felt so good that I didn't want it to stop. Those hands were evoking something strange in me. It was like I will fall sick if the pleasure stops. The hand slid down to my hip and over the curve of my thigh, I gasped as I felt a finger brush my clits. This can never be a sex dream, cause it felt surreal. The hand caressed my inner thighs, making sure to brush
Erica McKenzieSex. I literally just saw Bryan Andrews fucking a girl. I gasped covering my mouth. The fact that I knew he saw me watching them made me face palm. The way the girl danced and moved on his laps, with the annoying sounds she was making made it obvious she was enjoying it. I should have left immediately I saw them, but my legs became heavy. I just can't place what I felt when Bryan turned her over and got on top of her.He was totally brutal with the way he kept fucking her hard. I shuddered as the image kept replaying over and over again in my head. It will be nice to be fucked that way. No! I chided myself. That won't be happening.The whole scenario kept repeating itself again in my mind."Are you okay?" My dad asked, I didn't realize I just zoned out."Erica, I will be going back to Miranda. You will be staying with the Andrews till you finish senior year.""What?" I asked, not believing what my father just said. My dad was adopted by Mr Andrews mother at a very young
Bryan AndrewsMy childhood memories flashed through my mind. Erica howling with laughter has she called me FFB, a acronym for Fat freckles boy and how Erica emptied a jar full of insects into my pants. A shudder coursed through me as I remembered the unbearable pain I faced, years ago she had played havoc with my life. I spent one and the half months in the hospital, I have accepted the fact that I was going to live with the consequences of that havoc forever.Seeing her in class today only brought back the memories I have tried so much to forget. When my dad mentioned the business partnership with her dad, I knew I will be seeing much of her. I scoffed loudly as I sat on my bed. I was quite in school today which was unusual.I am the King of Beverly Dale high school, and I've been labelled a casanova by everyone in school. I don't like girls, but I love fucking them. I like pounding into their pussy and hearing them scream as I pleasure them. There is a rumour that I have fucked seve
A short note: Hi guys! So I will be posting some chapters of 'The Badboy's Obsession' here till I sort out things. I will keep you all informed. *** An Unforgettable past (Chapter One) Princess Erica McKenzie I slouched my shoulders as I walked down the hallway of Beverly Dale high school, the last time I was here was when I was a kid. My dad just made us move back in here because he wants to form a business partnership with Mr Hawk Andrews who used to be his brother, not blood. I sighed heavily as I reached my locker, making sure to ignore the snickering voices and taunts. I wasn't going to let anyone get to me. I was literally expecting this as a new student, but they all don't have an idea of how bitchy I can be. I have had my own share of bullying people and I won't let anyone trample on me or even try to bully me. I scoffed loudly as I slammed my locker shut. I walked towards a group of boys who are obviously in the basket ball team, their Jerseys gave them away. They we
Synopsis of the story of Hawk and Mary's son. (Bryan Andrews) Erica moved back to Beverly Dale to find out the fat freak she used to bully isn't the freekles boy she used to know. The braces were gone, the shyness was gone, muscles replaced the chubbiness. He is literally a hot piece of cake. The Bryan Andrews that had a serious crush on her years back now checks all the bad boy boxes. Tattoos. Check ✅. Piercings. Check. ✅ . Bluntness. Check. ✅ Dominance ✅ check. Bullying ✅ check. Fuck boy ✅ check. The dark aura around him scares her a tiny bit, what happens when Bryan makes it his mission to take his revenge on her by making her life miserable. Bryan Andrews is dark. Ruthless. Cold. And likes to be in control. Taking his revenge on the princess that ruined a major part of his life was the only thing on his bucket list, his upmost priority without backing out. ***** Hi guys, so I'm fully ready to start the new book. The second book of the pregnant series. The title is 'The Badboy
Mary DaviesI felt like I was dreaming, Hawk Andrews remembers me. I feel so happy and relieved, it was as if a great burden was lifted off my shoulders. After trying my best to avoid the older Mr Andrews, even though I was thirsty, I didn't leave the room, not until he was gone. But by the time I came back to my room after getting water, my two books were missing from my bed. My journal and the novel I was working on. I didn't waste time in heading over to Hawk's room, because I could only think of him as the one who took it. And here I was now.The Journal triggered his memories back, I'm glad I took to Xander's advise of keeping a journal. I bit my lips hard as Hawk buried his head between my thighs and didn't even bother coming up for air. His tongue continually lapped on my wet pussy. The moans coming from my mouth were explicit cause it felt so good, it has been really long and my body knows it, hence the pleasure I am feeling is hitting off pretty good.I felt like I was going
Hawk Andrews"Dad I don't want to work with you anymore. I want to be on my own, start all over on my own. I don't want to take over any of your businesses. I want to build a name for myself in the business world with grandma's furniture company." I finally said to my father, I've been holding back in saying this. But right now, he needs to know. I'm tired of being controlled by father, I don't want to work for him anymore. It's time I become independent. I know it won't be easy, but I've got to try it out first.My room became silent immediately I said it. I know he wasn't expecting this when I invited him over to my house, but I just wanted to get this off my mind.After the accident that almost claimed my life. I have been experiencing some kind of blankness that I just couldn't figure out. It was as if my life was a puzzle and it needs to be fixed properly, but there was something missing from the puzzle. I wake up every morning feeling like a part of my life was missing, but I ju
Mary DaviesHawk was discharged three weeks after the day I visited him in the hospital. I got the job as Hawk Andrews assistant last week, thanks to Carol who changed my look by doing a full blown make over for me. I got to know she used to work in a beauty parlour in her youthful days, she has aged but those skills hasn't aged a bit. She started with a new hair cut, which she said was my first real step to a noticeably difference in my appearance.She then tried a new color on my hair, which was something lighter than the usual dark hair. She dyed my black hair to a blonde colour and styled it into a preppy one with side- swept bangs and straight hair that I can eventually put up into a bun, or chignon.She made sure to find the best eyebrow shape for my face, I was a bit scared when she began to pluck out my eyebrow hairs from underneath my brows, but the result was perfect, my new high angled eyebrows made me look completely different, coupled with the blonde hair. Then she got me
Mary DaviesImmediately we stepped into the hospital, I noticed the different smell profile right away. The smell of antiseptic, with undertones of the artificial fragrance contained in soaps and cleaners.We walked towards the reception area and went Straight to the Nurse's Desk, three nurses were available. Although the rule here states "Shhh" which means no disturbance or any form of noise. But they seem to be caught up with something that was making them laugh. Xander walked towards them while I stayed behind him watching the nurses curiously.The Nurses were trying to be helpful, directing us to where Xander mentioned to them. We followed their directions carefully. The hospital was a large one, so the rooms/wards were more specialized. I couldn't help but notice the floor which was shining clean and the long corridors. We reached the patient's floor and I noticed the smell became more intense and diverse. I could see signs in green saying EXIT and also rooms with numbers on t