Playboy Novels & Stories

And at present Master Jerome had something special in store for me. Pennies’ Porno Palace on the outside didn’t look much different from a Toy’s R Us store. But once you entered the front doors you knew that no children would ever see the toys for sale in there. The huge lobby was set up more like a library, or grocery store in that there were aisles with row upon row of pornography of every kind from books, and magazines to videotapes, and DVDs. From the four walls hung every adult nuance known to mankind from whips, and manacles, to dildos, and blow up life like dolls.

Just his annoying stepsister who got in the way. I was so lost in my heartbreak that I wasn't watching where I was going. I clutched my notebook against my chest like a shield - the notebook that contained my most dangerous secrets. Inside those pages, I had written everything I could never say out loud. Stories about Ryan's perfect body, about touching his muscles, about kissing him until we both couldn't breathe. I also wrote about other hot guys on campus - their abs, their arms, their lips. Everyone at school was obsessed with these stories. They had been posted online anonymously, and the whole campus was trying to figure out who the mystery writer was. The one who wrote such detailed,

One in every five ladies at his college had a thing or two to say about his dick. Although he stopped partying and having sex with every Jane, Stella, and Bellamy just before graduation, he couldn't shake off the name he built for himself. Once a playboy, always a playboy, right? During the early years of his taking control of Brown and Co, pictures of him going in and out of hotels with women were always plastered on several newspaper pages and gossip blogs.

It was a weak protest and we both knew it. "It’s exactly true," I said, my voice dropping to a low, venomous whisper. "You’re a Playboy. It’s what you do. And Kasey… she’s not one of your club groupies. She doesn’t deserve to be another one of your conquests. She’s too good for that. She’s too innocent for your bullshit."

she said. Ryder snatched the magazine from her hand. “What do you expect when a fag decides what’s hot?” She flinched. That was a harsh statement. He stood and grabbed a Maxim, flipping through the pages, until he settled on a picture of a girl in a bikini, leaning against a tiger.

Author POV She saw the bus leaving her behind. Her favourite hero was going back to the village leaving his daughter in this unknown place, among unknown people but he believed that his daughter could face any kind of situation very bravely. She turned to proceed towards her 1BHK apartment for which her appa had to pay a total of 500 dollar every month. Her eyes closed when bright light flashed on her face. She lifted her gaze and found a banner of advertisement. It’s an advertisement for a nightclub in which a very charming man could be seen inside a swimming pool. Just below the pic a phrase caught her eyes and that was - " PRINCE OF NIGHTLIFE ".

I said firmly, leaving no room for argument. No answer. I turned around to see him talking to two girls. He was putting his arm out in front of him and they were touching his biceps. "No, ladies, I'm not on steroids. These guns are the real deal, baby" He said smugly, flexing his arm muscles. The girls giggled and carried on touching his arm, making me roll my eyes. He didn't listen to a word I'd said I walked away from the weird scene and made my way to the lunch hall.

Xander chuckled. “Exactly. I mean, you are the playboy. Why would I ever be interested in a playboy?” I smirked at him. Xander becomes silent at that. “Hey! I wasn’t mocking you.” I told him. “If I wasn’t a playboy, would that have made people like me better? Would you have liked me more?” Xander asked me as he looked me in the eye. “Xander, I am your best friend because of who you are as a person. I don’t care if you are a playboy or a nerd. I love you as you are.” I tell him. Xander nodded with a small smile. “I love you too.” He replied.

“I agree. If there’s anything to breathe new life into Edge—” “We’re doing so poorly, we’ve all grown so scared; we’re all reporting from safe, scared places, afraid to push the button in case we explode. We’re already withering here. We need to write about the topics that scare us, fascinate us . . . and nobody fascinates this city more than our billionaire bachelors. Do you know who I’m talking about?” “The playboys?” Her lips twist. “The worst of them all.” She pulled out another magazine. I stared at the cover, which said Angel or Devil? “James Godfrey,” I whispered.

His three other friends sighed at him. Among them, the top notched playboy is Atty. Paolo; he has three or more girlfriends. He has different girls per day. He said, it is like a menu, he just needs to pick his choice to be his meal for the day. The second-in-line branded playboy of course is Atty. Garette; the one who prided himself on not having s*x twice with the same woman. His principle actually is “Never lose a case and never bed a woman twice.” Until today, Atty. Garette could still say so, that he never bedded a woman twice. In the coming days, however, Atty. Garette is not sure anymore and that man-made waterfall was hi