Plush

Are you nervous?" he asks, breaking the silence that has settled between us. I shook my head, trying to push aside the anxious thoughts that are swirling in my head. This is what I wanted, isn't it? To give into the passion that's been building between us? But as we step into the luxurious hotel room, I can't help but feel out of place. The plush bedding, the high-end amenities, everything screams wealth and privilege. And here I am, a struggling waitress who can barely make ends meet. But Syd doesn't seem to notice my discomfort. He pulls me into his arms, his lips finding mine with an intensity that takes my breath away. His hands roam over my body, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed. I moan against his lips, lost in the moment. Every touch, every kiss, feels like a rebellion against the world that tries to keep us apart. For once, I feel like I have control over my life, over my desires. As we move together in a rhythm that's as old as time, I know that this moment won't last forever. But for now, I'm content to lose myself in the passion and intensity that Syd brings out in me. In that moment, nothing else matters. Not the contract that brought us together, not the obstacles that stand in our way. All that matters is the way he makes me feel, the way he holds me close as if nothing else exists in the world.

The moonlight filtered through the large windows of Li Qiang's penthouse, casting a silvery glow over the room. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the dark world they both inhabited. Xin Yi stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the night sky, lost in thought. Li Qiang entered the room quietly, his presence commanding yet gentle. He approached her, his footsteps barely making a sound on the plush carpet. "Xin Yi," he called softly, his voice a deep, soothing rumble. She turned to face him, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and vulnerability. "Yes, Mr. Gou?" she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. He stepped closer, his gaze intense and unwavering. "You don't have to call me that when we're alone," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Call me Li Qiang." Xin Yi's heart skipped a beat. She had seen him in his most ruthless moments, but this side of him was different—softer, almost tender. "Li Qiang," she repeated, the name feeling foreign yet familiar on her tongue. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. His touch was surprisingly gentle, sending a shiver down her spine. "You've been through so much," he murmured, his eyes searching hers. "I see the strength in you, but I also see the pain." Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to let them fall. "I have a mission," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't afford to be weak." Li Qiang cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that escaped. "Strength isn't about never breaking," he said softly. "It's about finding the courage to keep going, even when you're broken." For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, standing on the precipice of something neither could fully understand. Xin Yi felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling she hadn't allowed herself to experience in a long time. Li Qiang leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. "Let me be your strength," he whispered, his lips inches from hers. "Let me help you carry the weight." Xin Yi closed her eyes, her resolve wavering. She had come here for revenge, but in this moment, all she wanted was to lose herself in his embrace. She felt his lips brush against hers, a tentative, gentle kiss that spoke of promises and unspoken desires. She kissed him back, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. It was a kiss filled with longing and desperation, a silent plea for solace in a world filled with chaos. When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. "This changes nothing," Xin Yi said, her voice trembling. "I still have a mission." Li Qiang nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "I know," he replied. "But maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to navigate this together." As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the lines between love and duty blurred, leaving them both wondering what the future held. Jang Xin Yi's world shattered the night her parents were brutally murdered. Consumed by vengeance, she infiltrates a ruthless mafia organization, posing as a bodyguard. Her mission: gather evidence and dismantle the syndicate from within. But her resolve wavers when she meets Li Qiang, the enigmatic and feared underboss. As she navigates this perilous world, Xin Yi is confronted with horrors that test her every step—the nauseating stench of death, gruesome torture chambers, and the brutal reality of Li Qiang’s actions. Despite the terror, Xin Yi remains determined to see her mission through. Will her thirst for revenge triumph, or will love and danger alter her path forever? Li Qiang commands respect through sheer terror. But when he hires a fearless martial artist who speaks her mind, his curiosity is piqued. Soon, he discovers the truth—his new bodyguard is a woman in disguise.

“Help me" She begged as she found the man not moving. “Ple—please. I'm drugged" She slurred, drunk with desires and pleasure. Sebastian smirked at the words of the human on his lap. He could smell her arousal, and he could tell she wasn't acting. “And what do I get in return?" Sebastian asked as he placed one of his hands on the armrest of the plush cushions. “Anything. Please," Avery replied as she began to roll her hips to get some friction. “Even if it's your life?" “Yes," she affirmed in her dazed state. Sebastian smiled at her reply and gently raised his hands towards her neck. “Fine," Sebastian pulled the lady onto his thighs a little bit back, and he could see she was overdosed. With a jab of his hand on her neck, the woman fainted in his arms, sleeping soundly on his chest ________ Avery Walter, an aspiring model in Los Angeles got betrayed by her fiance and now, she is to get married to a ruthless billionaire man in order to save her father company from bankruptcy. Would she able to mend his cold heart? Note: Book Cover is mine, don't use else where To contact me: Facebook: IceQueen21 Discord: IceQueen21

Gabrielle Lockwood's aspiration for a quiet life with her test tubes and vials takes a turn for the worse when she becomes the target of a group of werewolves due to her research. So, when the handsome Sebastian offers to protect her, Gabby finds it hard to turn him down. However, Sebastian is more than his chiseled form; he is part of an Elite Group of Lycans that will do everything to protect the secrets of Aetheria. Sebastian Devereux is determined to prove to his father that he can lead the Night Riders, a group of Lycans whose existence is considered a legend. So when his father asks him to seduce a mere human, Sebastian agrees without hesitation. Except the woman comes in the form of a small, sarcastic scientist who likes to question everything. A small package of a human being who seems more interested in dissecting him than falling for his charms! What starts as a straightforward assignment becomes a complex dance as Gabrielle's inquisitive nature delves into Sebastian's world. It's all fun and games until a predator starts hunting Gabrielle. Now Sebastian must make a choice: continue his mission and become the leader of Night Riders or protect her with all his heart and soul. ....... Excerpt "I can hear your heartbeat, Gabby," he uttered, his voice deep and husky. Gabby immediately frowned, unimpressed. "What are you insinuating, Mr. Devereux?" she steadied her voice, trying her best not to show the desire that sent shivers down her spine. The thought of him pinning her against the wall almost made her spiral, but she knew this would not end well—for both of them. Instead of giving her an answer, he took a step towards her. "I knew you wanted me, just as I wanted you," he said. Gabby pursed her lips as she tried to take in the small distance between them. She lifted her gaze and stared at his silver-gray eyes. "You must be losing your mind, Mr. Devereux. Being confident is one thing; being arrogant is laughable. Not everyone wearing a skirt likes to spend time in your bed." Some of them wanted to see how fast his wounds heals, she thought as she convinced herself that she was here to study... him. He chuckled, amusement flashing in his eyes. "One, you are not wearing a skirt. Two, I do not want you to spend time in my bed." His gaze darkened as he took another step towards her. "I want you here, right now, in the middle of my office—on my table, on that plush couch, the shower, and against the wall. The bed is for resting, Gabby and trust me, I want to do a lot of things with you, and not one of them involves resting in my bed."

Eric Thompson, a simple twenty-two year old bum with a simple life, has found himself in a conundrum. He has found himself transported to an unfamiliar world, with a fate heavier than the heavens thrust into his arms. "You are the sole successor of our lineage. On your shoulders rests our fate. You must not fail." Hearing these words, seeing this world, and living this life. None of it was what Eric expected when he laid down on his plush futon the night before. Can he handle the changes and push through? Or will he break and fail, dooming everyone and everything?

‘My enemy, my friend, my love, my pain. He was everything and more to me. My protector and my warden. Most importantly, especially for you, he was my leash.’ ________ Ísar Jovevski, the King of Ogronevia. Praised as a good king, a blessing from the gods, a mighty king. Kind and benevolent king. The greatest King in the kingdom’s history, never mind that his bloody ascension was a bad omen. A man holding a darkness that could consume him as well as everyone around him, if not for his childhood friends. If not for his love for Xinghua Li. Imperial Son Li Xinghua of the Qianlong Empire. A prince, a martial artist, a warrior and Ísar’s childhood friend. The only person in the world that was able to make Ísar nervous and stumble over his words. He loved him. A kind of love where he could not breathe nor exist if the other were not in his life. The kind of love where one’s heart jumped to the throat from a mere smile. The kind of love that turned into a double-edged sword. Where if it were lost—no—broken, the pieces would harm all. And none could’ve avoided the cuts of its shards. _______________ [Excerpt] The shores were stained with thick, black blood. The stench of rotten corpses filled the air as the ocean’s breeze swept over his kneeling form. Ísar stared at the endless void that was the ocean. He barely registered the tears running down his cheeks as he watched the sun rise. The celestial source slowly moved high above his little kingdom and Ísar continued to stare. The screams coming from behind him were muffled background noise. “My King! My King, please! Please spare me!” He didn’t know who that was. The voice was familiar but nothing came to mind. It didn’t matter, in the end. Nothing truly mattered anymore. He squeezed the old and worn out plush toy close to his chest. The fabric was tearing and the little ox toy had never looked uglier. He stared down at it and with a sad smile and teary voice, he said, “You don’t smell like him anymore. Nothing smells like him anymore. Please come back. Please. I miss you, my big star. I miss you.” _________ Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe and Gothic Themes [FKRV is a tragedy fantasy romance with both positive (found family, childhood friends, first loves) and negative themes (loss, grief, loneliness, suicidal ideation, murder). There will also be more mature chapters in the future which I’ll put a R18 warning for. Happy reading!]

Wealthy and beautiful Angela thinks no one will ever know about her dark, terrible past. Being thrown out by her stepdad and having no place to go, she is forced to do things for survival. "After developing an application that made her rich, she becomes a popular figure; of course, everyone wants a piece of the pie, even the person who hates you the most." Angela never for a moment thought someone would threaten to expose her. Now she's being given the alternative. You will do as I say or pay the price. Her past has reared its ugly head. Angela has to find the blackmailer and deal with him by whatever means. Run Angela screamed Jessica as Angela sprinted through the woods with wind bustling through the branches of the trees, making the leaves howl in their symphony. Running along the gravel path in the woods makes her realize how intricate the clash between weather and nature can be. Two natural forces are both in harmony and constantly fighting. The rain would come down any second; its distinct smell filled the air. Plush, intertwining clouds pushed their grey front toward where I stood. The trees continued protesting against the wind as it blew their seeds. Maple seeds twirled down, only to get stuck on my clothes and in the creek. Angela stopped by the edge of the river; she placed a hand on her chest, her heart wouldn't stop raging against her rib cage, and she fought to keep silent a small whimper. Her heart was so loud she feared it would give her away; it was so loud in her ears; she thought the creature that used to be someone she once trusted would hear it and tear it from her. "Who is there? She screamed, looking back and hearing footsteps getting closer. Until she stopped and looked back, there stood a man with a mask, holding a knife; who was this person? Being diagnosed with anterograde amnesia made her unable to create new memories; her past kept haunting her. is it the same person who is always killing her in her dreams?

In an ancient town of catholic roots in the Pre-War America of 1935, strange events and phenomena often manifest in the worst of their forms. Vanilla Land, a 16 years old outcast and weirdo with access to magical plushes —ancient and powerful totems capable of summoning powerful spirits and powers for its users— loves to explore wicked places, investigate mysteries, and even fight horrid abominations when necessary. And it's in one of these explorations where she suddenly meets her abrupt when she and a powerful apparition destroy each other. The result? A powerful, demonical entity is impressed by her actions and gives her a second opportunity to live again. She must perform a series of tasks for such an entity —not without getting rewarded with more powerful artifacts and plushes— but in the end, everything points out that there's an ancient source of power capable of redefining reality. And she's not the only one trying to reach it... Come and find out all events that Vanilla had to go through in that dying town of supernatural events, eccentric creatures, and unexpected personalities getting in her way. Cover art by cielnoir Instagram/TikTok: @cielnoir.art

The story of a still-to-be conflict and war-torn world, led by powerful fungus-like enemies. The forces of good are composed of different racial people that join forces for a better place, the protagonists are Reginaldah a princess from a destroyed nation, and her brother who is a reindeer-like plush, he's actually a pseudo-familiar, his name is Reginaldoh, which is a common name for the noble family of their kingdom: Animanalia.

READ THIS ON ROYAL ROAD This is an outdated first draft and Webnovel makes it difficult to update everything. Here is the updated link: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/37863/reincarnated-renegade = The son of a Duke woke up with amnesia. It's the truth. Was it the whole truth? Not necessarily. The whole truth was that the Duke's son's memories were replaced. By Bellavarn. Bellavarn didn't think he deserved a second life if that was what this was. He died young, sure. But he was the one who ended it in the first place. Did he want this life? It wasn't his, wasn't deserved, and unasked for. Take one of the thousands who beg uncaring gods instead, not him. He wanted oblivion. Examining his new surroundings, the plush pillows, expensive draperies, and the nervous maid, he assumed the worst. Who was he in this world? Time to find out.  So... "Close the doors." "Lord?" "Do it." *This Novel contains dark themes not suitable for all readers. *This is an original novel. Any similarities of existing characters, locations, or otherwise is purely coincidental. (Cover art is my original drawing)

Beyond his own realm, Sonic.EXE have breached past the ROM of the CD where he had lay dormant for far too long. Now free to go back to his home at the space between dimensions in space and time continuum, there's only one obstacle within his home and freedom: his essence is trapped inside a plush doll! With his limited power contained within such weak vessel, he makes a scheme to reach his actual home by landing through universes where he could more easily go past the barrier of physical matter to his home at last, and rest properly for the next aeons...

On her plush wedding day, all the rich, powerful, and anyone who matters was invited. However, she waited, stranded at the altar, receiving all the weird gazes from the invited guests, becoming a laughingstock for all and sundry. Looking out once more, Serena Acosta finally saw her groom approaching, but her smile disappeared when she saw who was behind him, and in matching outfits at that. Serena was dumbstruck at what she saw. Ryan and Fabiola betrayed their seventeen years of 1friendship, just for what? When fate smiles on you, it turns your wildest nightmare into the best dream ever. When grief becomes strength, and friendship becomes love, will the lost smile, return? When you finally find the one you truly love, how will you react when the one you liked, returns to profess undying love to you? The twist here is that, Ryan left her for her best friend, only for Serena to find her one true love.

Phase 1: Virtual Beginnings Elara, a simulation architect, crafts a lifelike virtual world, with Aiden as a central character experiencing a simulated life from infancy. Phase 2: Hidden Connections A plush bear, reminiscent of Elara’s childhood, is introduced into Aiden’s simulation, symbolizing a deep but unspoken bond between creator and creation. Phase 3: Digital Downpour A glitch causes a severe storm in Aiden’s world, leading to a car accident that tragically ends his mother’s life, deeply affecting Elara. Phase 4: Heartbreak in the Cubicle Amidst the team’s efforts to fix the glitch, Elara grapples with her attachment to Aiden and the simulated grief that mirrors her own emotions. Phase 5: Through Aiden’s Eyes The narrative shifts to Aiden’s perspective, detailing his innocent childhood and the impact of the simulated tragedy on his young life. This summary captures the essence of the story without revealing excessive detail, maintaining the intrigue for potential readers. If you need further assistance or adjustments, please let me know.

What would you do if you accidentally transmigrated to heaven? You know, a world full of fluffiness, breathtaking beauties, and rivers of lemonade! A world filled with endless sunshine, unlimited love, and otherworldly bliss! You certainly wouldn't break the meta, right? These guys were just tiny mortals but they unleashed hell in paradise! Transmigration? Check! Rape and slavery? Check! Lies and thievery? Check! Evil experiments? Check! Tentacles? Hell yeah! Fast-paced growth? Check! Character development? In a way, yes. Check! Rage and hatred? Check! Plush pets? Check! I plan to send up a good mix of different people like mass murderers, psychopaths, a Japanese idol, and some other weirdos... So, are you ready for takeoff? *nod nod* Ascension initiated! Then fasten your seatbelts, My Little Devils, and prepare to shatter a realm!

After a hurricane there was a heatwave. Then there was the voice in her head telling her she only had a few minutes to pick 5 things before she was transmigrated to another world. So what does she pick? A purse A cellphone Her Cat A Tenticle Kitty IT plush toy Her diary When she wakes up she is a baby, and NOT a human one either. Wasn't she only supposed to be transmigrated? Why the reincarnation? Why this species? What's going on? [Welcome to Teragaian] ******* Hello everyone, this is my very first Webnovel on here. As you can probably tell I'm not a gamer so my system story telling will seem a bit off until I perfect it, so I hope you give me a pass until then. Disclaimers: 1. The cover will be added later I'm trying to get it commissioned or to just draw it out myself. 2. There will naturally be some errors within my story. I will do my best to proof read before updating my chapters but if I happen to miss something let me know so I can fix it. 3. Since I'm new to this I'm trying to push out at least 1~3 ch / day. Please though don't hate me if I don't reach those expectations, I'm only human. 4. As I'm still writing / developing this story my synopsis is what it is until I have more to reveal. The romantic content of the story is the same as well, I've not reached that point yet so I've not labeled it. When I do I'll make sure to update here accordingly. Again thank you for checking my story out. = ^. ^=

Wealthy and beautiful Angela thinks no one will ever know about her dark, terrible past. Being thrown out by her stepdad and having no place to go, she is forced to do things for survival. "After developing an application which made her rich, she becomes a popular figure; of course, everyone wants a piece of the pie, even the person who hates you the most. "Angela never for a moment thought someone would threaten to expose her. Now she's being given the alternative You will do as I say or pay the price. Her past has reared its ugly head. Angela has to find the blackmailer and deal with him by whatever means. Run Angela screamed Jessica as Angela sprinted through the woods with wind bustling through the branches of the trees, making the leaves howl in their symphony. Running along the gravel path in the woods makes her realize how intricate the clash between weather and nature can be. Two natural forces are both in harmony and constantly fighting. The rain would come down any second; its distinct smell filled the air. Plush, intertwining clouds pushed their grey front towards where I stood. The trees continued protesting against the wind as it blew their seeds. Maple seeds twirled down, only to get stuck on my clothes and in the creek. Angela stopped by the edge of the river; she placed a hand on her chest, her heart wouldn't stop raging against her rib cage, and she fought to keep silent a small whimper. Her heart was so loud she feared it would give her away; it was so loud in her ears; she thought the creature that used to be someone she once trusted would hear it and tear it from her. "Who is there? She screamed, looking back, hearing footsteps getting closer. Until she stopped and looked back, there stood a man with a mask, holding a knife; who was this person? Being diagnosed with anterograde amnesia made her unable to create new memories; her past kept haunting her. is it the same person who is always killing her in her dreams? "WHO IS IN DANGER, THE HUNTER OR THE PERSON WHO HAS NOTHING TO LOOSE AND IS DEAD LONG AGO TO HER LOVED ONES" Welcome to Retrograde, where your past keeps haunting you.

The Morningstar family were certainly people who incite curiosity. From the three household heads to the eight children of the house, there seems to be secrets that line their pasts, and many want to know their story. A small smirk was visible on those plush rose lips, the sharp gaze of the young man pierces through one's soul as he leans forward slightly in a mockery of a bow. "Wouldn't you like to know?" a velvety voice rang out in a mirthful tune, "Should I show you?" Huffing out a short laugh, the silver haired boy leaned back to dance away to the front doors. "Welcome to the Morningstar Household. However, please watch your step," an amused glint shines through his shadowed eyes as he covers the growing grin on his face with a gloved hand. "We wouldn't want to topple the house of cards, now would we?"

In The Cosmic Divide, you’re stepping into a galaxy carved up by ruthless corporations who call all the shots. Seraphim, Dominion, Sodom, and Eden—each a juggernaut with their claws in every part of life that matters. There’s no government for the people here, just a hollow shell that keeps the powerful in power and the weak in line. If you’re rich, you live out on the galaxy’s edge, in plush sectors with weak gravity abundant resources, hidden behind private armies and gated communities. But if you’re like most, you’re stuck in the brutal core, where your life and labor are nothing more than fuel for corporate profit. Out here, freedom’s not a right—it’s a luxury bought with credits most can only dream of. And those who fight back? Rebels, pirates, outlaws clinging to their own code of survival. They’re not heroes, but they’re free, living by their own rules in the cracks and shadows where corporate reach doesn’t extend. In a galaxy where every inch is claimed by corporate greed, they’re the last ones willing to fight for more than survival, even if it means risking everything.

Shelly is a 36 year old house wife who falls down the stairs of her townhouse and into a beast world. She is saved by a leopard named Parker and brought back to the leopard tribe. Parker is first entranced by her beauty, but he looses interest because she tells him she is infertile when he talks about making cubs. Parker brings Shelly to Dr. Harvey to see if he can cure her infertility. Harvey is interested in her because she knows about his “medicine” and she teaches him new cooking and health techniques. They go to the City of Beasts to avoid Curtis and meet Winston. When he is humiliated by the fox, Shelly openly expresses her interest and accepts him. She meets David the bear beastmen who looks like her husband when he offers her some honey bbq. The Ape King becomes suspicious of her when she reveals a prophecy about the City of Beasts destruction. Shelly introduces spa treatments to females and becomes very successful! I knew I shouldn’t carry things downstairs, but I was trying to clean quickly because we had company coming later that day. I was rushing while wearing my fuzzy socks and slipped on the carpeted stairs. I had fallen before, but not from this high up. I was dreading the bumpy landing with our TV and speakers at the bottom to break my fall, not to mention the glass coffee table. I was expecting to be heavily injured and just prayed I didn’t die. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the fall, but was surprised to land on dew covered grass instead. I opened my eyes and took in the plush forest around me. ‘I knew that fall would kill me one of these days!’ I thought to myself. I remember arguing with David, my husband about playing the speakers and TV at the base of the stairs for that exact reason, but our small living room didn’t have much space to put it after the giant L shaped couch took up half of the living room. Shocked, I was thinking, ‘ So this is not what I expected Heaven to look like!, Where are the clouds and pearly gates? Where are the angels? Maybe I just hit my head and am unconscious and this is all a dream?’ Looking around at the tallest trees I had ever seen, I decided this had to be a dream. I was brought back to focus when I heard wolves nearby! I got up and started to run away looking for a tree I might climb up. I was always good in gymnastics despite being overweight. My husband and I had recently started going on morning walks and exercising, but I hated running. Nothing is more motivating than a pack of hungry wolves chasing you. “This is not the way I wanted to die!” I yelled to no one in particular. I found a tree with a low enough branch for me to parkour my way up. The wolves circled the tree and were jumping almost high enough to get me. I tried to climb higher, but heard the branch start to creak. “Ahh, someone help me!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs when one of the wolves almost got my foot. * This is a fan fiction based off of 'Beauty and the Beasts' by White-Headed Dream. I love the beast world novels and decided to write my own from my own life. I hope you like it, this is my first time writing for the competition. If you like it, please vote. And if you don’t like it, please find another book you like. No negative comments please, only positive ones. Thank you! Warning: Contains violence and some mature content.

“Can I see it without your underwear?"Euphoria asks Dominic, Euphoria was really curious and it came like boldness to Dominic,“you want to see my dick without my underwear?"Dominic asked again to make sure he heard well.“yes"euphoria nods.“sure"Dominic pulls down his underwear.his solder was sleeping,thank goodness.“wow"Euphoria admires.Dominic was perplexed.“can I touch it please"euphoria asked shyly.“its not an it sunshine,but sure let's begin with your thanking"Dominic says happily.euphoria extends our hands towards it and sorry use her fingertip to graze it and surely Jehovah reacted to her touch.Euphoria eyes widen “did it just move",she began petting it slowly “its so soft",as she lifts it up as she sees his balls,“your sperm sack is quite large,"she nods .“your enjoying this too much"Dominic says with narrowed eyes,“other girls are always intimidated by it,but you, you're a new other bre-"Dominic couldn't Finnish his sentence ,as she squeezes his balls , making Dominic jolt.“okay that's anough,am never letting you touch my dick again"Dominic says as he wears back his boxers ,“you were playing with it like a toy,does it look like a plush toy you could squeeze"Dominic wears back his trouser with his hand trembling as the pain he felt down there grew.“why show me ,if your not going to let me play with it huh"Euphoria pouts as she folds her arms like a kid who's toy was taking away from.

"You will get what ever makes you happy, for you are mine, my love. My love for you will never waver." †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† 'Wait a moment, what am I doing here?' Le Quing thought to herself. In front of her was the most beautiful, good looking man she ever saw on Earth. His jet black hair and slightly pale skin color to his extremely sexy lips, this was the man anyone would want. He had no shirt on, showing off all trace's of muscles on his upper body. There was not a trace of fat on his body. The bed sheets covered the rest of his body, luckily enough for Le Quing. 'This man is simply too stunning to even look at.' Le Quing thought. While she was thinking this, Yang Chang was observing her. With soft brown hair to go with her perfectly toned skin, she was every man's dream. She had perfect plush lips with bite marks on them. There was bruising on her bottom lip, bit that only made Yang Chang want to kiss her more. 'What a cutie she is.' "Wait a minute, what happened last night, Yang Chang?" Le Quing inquired. " No, we didn't.... We did, didn't we?" "Yep, we sure did. I wouldn't mind if we did it again. After all, you aren't that bad." Yang Chang replied with a smirk plastered on his picture perfect face. 'What a hypocrite of a man!! I can't believe that he has such a dirty mind!! Bi*ch!!' Le Quing screamed in her mind. "I hate you. You know what? Your the complete worse." Le Quing said as she got out of bed. "Cover your self with something!! Don't you know how sexy you look right now?" Yang Chang suddenly said. A slight gasp gave way as he herd what he said. "To late. You already saw it all." Le Quing retorted. With that, Yang Chang stood up and walked over to Le Quing. "You like what you see. Don't worry, I'm best in the shower. A little exercising won't hurt, am I right?" Yang Chang replied. "You have such a dirty mind." Le Quing retorted. As she said that, she was wrapped with a hug. She suddenly felt something on her stomach, and when she looked up, she was met with a pair of soft, thin, sexy lips. She knew what was sticking into her flat stomach. A slight blush covered her face. She was walked onto the shower with Yang Chang still glued to her. 'How despicable.'