Samson Frodd popularly known as Loud in this male leading romance, goes through an unconscious transition of spreading love to spreading legs. Samson is what the lover boy is called, while Loud is what the playboy is called. Loud attends his homeboy and new friend's birthday party at the Cave City where he meets quite a pretty, properly shaped and captivating Melanie (Ashley), of whom he claims to be the one. COULD SHE BE THE ONE?
Welcome to Cave city. A small city located up on a hill, with a proportional population and development. The only thing getting out of hand in Cave city was corruption and immoralities among the teens and youths. Thus, Cave city was agreed not to be a good place to raise kids. Hence, my mom had me raised out of Cave city; out of my natal home. There was just one envious attribute of Cave city; and why the city was called 'Cave city'. No matter what went wrong in Cave city, the smoking gun was never found. That was because, 'what happens in the cave, stays in the cave'.
There were rules that every Cavenans adhered strictly to. We did not know who initiated those rules, but we met them on earth. Welcome to Capital city. A small city of high profiled citizens; with inordinate development and a good educational system. Perhaps, the best city to raise kids. Hence, my mother had me sent here; after my eleventh birthday; to be raised by her elder brother- uncle Tega. The capital city was not called Capital city for being the capital. Rather, it was a replica of Peoria in the United States of America. Whereas, the wealthiest people lived there. We shall learn more about this city as we take a ride on this boat (Infatuation). Presented before us, is a young man in his early adulthood; in his natty suit with no jacket to complement; brown in complexion, average in height, and quite skinny. Yes! That is me, in a video game store. My name is Samson Frodd, popularly known as Loud. Loud POV. "Bro, the controller you sold to me last week is pretty grotty, and I am not happy about that. Give me a better one this time please." "I am so sorry about that Loud, it wasn't intentional. You know, I am not the manufacturer; but I will give you the best today, and however, with a discount." "Better." He went into the inner store. Probably that was where they kept the original products; but, I always deserved to be attended to from the inner store. Moreover, that was where I bought all my video games and controllers. The storekeeper knew my name but I never knew his. He was in his late 20; dark and taller than I was; that I never cared about - moreover, I looked older than I was. There was a book on his desk titled 'Cashflow Quadrant' by Robert Kiyosaki. I was taking a glance at the book when my phone rang. It was Automatic calling. "Yo Auto! Sup my g?" "Pretty good fam, where you at?" "I am in Capital city, I want to get a new controller to replace that faulty one." The store returned with the controller packaged in a white fancy customized nylon. He dropped it on the desk as he collected my debit card and slid it into a small portable machine. I got the smoke signal from him; so, I inserted my four-digit pin. He gave me a wave signal, meaning that I can leave, as he returned my debit card to me. To me that was rude, but because I was on the phone; I left without a word. "Fam, there is a party up here at young lad Zoom's crip. Today is his birthday, and we just wanna do a little party. Yastand, paint Cave city a little red. It is kinda emergency, but please can you pull up fam?" "Alright, ima pull up asap g". "Thanks, fam. Please pull up with some good shits". " What sort of good shits?" "I don't know. Some intoxicants, weed, merchandise. You know better than I do man. So, do your thing; I have done my thing." I understood what he meant when he said, he had done his thing. Auto was a pro when it came to getting pretty girls to a rendezvous. While I was better at getting people's kids smashed in a party. As for the last party I hosted, I got over fifty people to pass the night at the club. "I hope the girls are very pretty?" "Trust me, trust me my nigga, trust me." "Alright g, let me see if I can make an impulse buying." "OK, fam. See you in a few." "Ya!" I waved at an oncoming taxi, and he stopped just before me. I stepped in gently. "Where?" "CCM!" The driver looked quite young; probably in his early 30. He wore a blue jacket and a black face cap. That was all I could get sight of or cared to. That one thing about Sam Frodd was, he loved to mind his business. Whereas, there is a popular saying which says and I quote: 'mind your business and it will grow beyond devil's expectations'. It was not such a popular saying, because I propounded it. In seconds I was fully relaxed into the back seat of a car that I never bothered to check its name or model. It was a Toyota car, I could tell from the interior; but a Toyota what? Again, that was not my business. What was my business at that moment was the memories of the last party I hosted; it was my 18th birthday party. It took place at 'GrindnBall' nightclub; which was my favorite nightclub in Capital city. Auto and Zoom were the only Cavenan guests. That was the greatest night of my life. A birthday celebration out of parent's and guidance's sight; yes! I did embrace the impinge of liberty. I wore a sleek black suit, a pair of black shoes in a pristine condition, and a black stud. I knew my mom will never allow me to dress like those in the mafia; but, oh yes! I did that night. It was my night. I looked into the mirror, and I could notice my sexy slender figure; like I was seeking a short-run sex. However, I knew I was going to get fucked that night. The party commenced at about 8 pm, with all my guests present with their presents. One of the rules was: give and be accepted. So, when I received a gift from a guest, the guest was allowed into the club. I did not initiate these rules, it has always been. In thirty minutes, we were all inside 'GrindnBall' night club; dancing, drinking, smoking, druggy. With the help of my high school friend (Bad), I got everyone extremely smashed at about 10 pm; then the club was rapidly becoming sleazier, far beyond Auto and Zoom expectations. That was how I gained some respect in Capital city and Cave city. It was rumored in Cave city that I had the highest street cred among my age grade. DID YOU KNOW THAT AS OF MARCH 2020, HONG KONG, SINGAPORE, AND OSAKA HAPPENS TO BE THE MOST EXPENSIVE CITIES IN THE WORLD?
In this romantic fantasy; when destiny is tampered upon, chaos and strange happenings uphold. The Fourth Wall is crossed in attempt to bring humans and monsters into coexistence. In a single day, three strange beings strike Nutusel; their names are Marcelo, Princess and, KHARL AXIEL (The Daughter of Monsters). ...
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
After three years of loveless marriage, Kira was slapped with divorce papers. She has shown him her unrequited love throughout her entire marriage with him, but he decided to turn blind eyes all because of his lover. Distraught and heartbroken, Kira choose to sign the divorce papers with bitter heart. But then and there, she promised herself that when she's back, he will come crawling to her, but she will make him pay for hurting her. Join Kira as she transform to a wealthy heiress and soared as the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire, a remarkable healer and make her ex-husband pay!
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
Five years ago, he upped and left his wife without informing her. He had always felt unworthy. As a result, he decided to go and become a better man. It took him five whole years of daily hard work. When he was satisfied, he returned as a powerful and honorable man. He intended to start a family with his wife. But he got back to meet the greatest shocker of his life. He actually had a daughter!
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.