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Summer is everyones favorite time of the year including Emma. What happened when love comes into The picture the one word she detested because in her opinion. "LOVE?... LOVE Is pathetic, it is weak, it so over rated and that is why, it is so last season So get over it because it doesn't exist." Ereadura Emmanuella Adetokunbo the last born out of 3. Life hasn't been a bed of rose for her and her family. Yes, she comes from a wealthy family but that doesn't mean she doesn't have the wounds that she is nursing. Go on an adventure with Emmanuella and find out what life has in store for her.
Ten years ago I was in the room, getting ready for a "by-force" birthday party my husband was throwing me at Lekki Miami Beach. I've heard a lot of amazing things about that place; it's been on my list of places to explore in Lagos not because of it's side attraction but because of the exotic views over there. I just wasn't feeling the party mood right now and I tried to explain to him why I wasn't really up for it. I've been an emotional mess all week and now I'm being forced to my own birthday party.
Don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't want to go, its just; how do you expect a heavily pregnant woman who's due to put to birth in the next week to focus on her birthday happening in Lekki Miami Beach? Well, I didn't have much of a choice as I got into my beach evening gown. I felt naked and groaned out loud; why couldn't I wear a regular kaftan?. My groaning got his attention. He quickly rushed to me asking questions which were pretty obvious. I rolled my eyes before him saying " I'm fine, it's just disappointing you making me wear this to the beach. It's below twenty degrees out there!" "Alright, you have a point. I figured you might disagree so, here..." "What's this? " "Happy Birthday honey, now open it. " My husband can be pretty cheesy sometimes; I opened it non the less and found a neatly folded kaftan in it.
I bounced on my feet happy that if at all I was going to be forced to this party, I might as well wear something comfortable. With a beautiful smirk on my perfectly matted lips, in one swift move, I took off my beach wear and dumbed in on my dressing table not minding I had smutted make up all over it. I wore my kaftan and smiled broadly at him, walking back to the mirror I adjusted my make up and hair before slipping into my comfortable Gladiator Once I was satisfied with my look, I winked at him through the mirror on my dressing table before I got up to head out of our bedroom. I noticed I didn't hear his footsteps so, I knew he wasn't following me. I turned around only to find him in the same position he was when we had our little chat and said "What?" "Nothing... I'm just surprised at how you look so hot in a simple kaftan." "Oh, really, why didn't you say so?, We can get down to business if you know what I mean"
I smirked and winked at him and slowly walked towards him. I was making an attempt to seduce him, but it was ridiculous because of my already protruding stomach due to the nine months pregnancy. Quickly, he snapped out it after he realized what I was trying to do and so he responded hastily saying "Not so fast. I know what you are trying to do and I'm not falling for it. C'mon, we are going for your birthday party; it's not every year you turn 27." I reluctantly agreed and we left the house by 2:30pm heading towards the location of the beach. Once we were fast approaching, he told me to put on a blindfold and I obliged just to please him. I saw how much stress the preparation of my birthday has had on him and I didn't want to stress him further.
He was the best and he really deserved a trophy for putting up with me through thick and thin. The thought of my darling husband driving me to my 27th Birthday party put me right to sleep. Two hours later I woke to the blurry vision of a group of people who surrounded me singing a birthday song I was seated in the car. "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you dear Akintoye!, Happy Birthday to you May the good Lord bless you; May the good Lord bless you; We wish you many happy returns of the day; long life and prosperity. Hip hip hip hurray! Hip hip hip hurray!!!! Happy Birthday Akintoye Adetokunbo!!" Everyone who was around me yelled and I whined from the impact of the loud screams. I smiled at them all as my husband got down from the driver's side so he could help me get down and meet with my well wishers.
Once I had gotten down and well away from the car, my mom came around enveloping me with her motherly hug and I leaned in for it as she prayed for me in our local dialect (Yoruba) Once that was over, she and my aunt Morenikeji helped me balance my steps as they both walked to where the party was happening. I noticed a well cushioned three sitter was already waiting for me and I didn't hesitate to take a sit as my legs were hurting badly. It was then I realized the big deal about this birthday party and why my husband made it on a large scale. It's the 14th of February; Valentine Day. I smiled at the thought of that. I guess he wanted to kill two birds with one stone; my birthday and valentine's day. "Mummy, mummy, mummy happy birthday and baby shower" My two daughters who raced to where I was sitting said and I giggled as I thought "baby shower, really?"
Oh wait, so it's three birds with one stone. My two best friends who were having an alcohol-free drink came to explain how they assisted my husband in pulling this off. Before they got a chance to, they were interrupted by my husband who had already taken the stage Clearing his throat to get my attention, I smiled at him as I raised my perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. He winked at me licking his lips seductively before he started singing along to one of my favourite songs, "Put it all on me"
by Ed Sheeran. I couldn't help the happiness I was feeling as I blushed uncontrollably and it was even more difficult to hide my blush owing to my light skin complexion. Loving the way my husband was treating me, I hugged my two daughters; Eniola Addison Adetokunbo, my seven year old firstborn and Erioluwa Zoey Adetokunbo my four year old second child who were now seated beside me on the three seater couch that was designed specially for me. On each side of the couch were heaps of gifts for both my birthday and the baby shower I was just learning of; thanks to my two adorable daughters. After three hours of wining and dining, it was finally time to cut the cake. That was when everything happened in slow motion. Shots were fired, people were scattered in different directions and the last gunshot was aimed directly at my nine month pregnancy. Before I blacked out, I heard the sweet voice of my husband saying "Stay with me Amante... Stay with me..."
The one true and only daughter of Mr Sanjay O. Kumar and a total werewolf freak. all her life she has always dreamed of being a Werewolf. What happened when she turn out to be born of two world... The only Hybrid schooling with a pack of wolves. will she be accepted or will she be murder by my own kind...
"I am so tired of pretending, where is my happy ending " That had always been the battle cry of jessa Olamipo Chloe Babaijide When Jessa's mother was jilted by their father just before the birth of her twins leaving her with just the house they had lived in. It was a tough and unpredictable roller coaster that was sure to leave one scared for life. Well that's until a cause was proclaimed on the family that stole her twins from her on the day of their birth. Will the causes be fulfill at the appointed time? Will the twins eventually locate their mother? Will she be sane enough to look after her twins? Will everything returns back to normal? What happens when the twins father returns? With questions like this left unanswered you know you dont want to be Left hanging, find out on A twin with a difference.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
WARNING: This Book Contains Explicit scenes And Adult Languages 🔞 Do you like reading steamy, naughty, dirty, and filthy romances?? If your answer is yes, get ready for the ultimate erotic excitement that will get your blood pumping and your ovaries twitching. This novel is a collection of short erotic stories. It contains all manner of sexual explicit including friends with benefits StepSister And Brother, Stepdaddy, Office, Stepmother, Lesbian, Teacher and student, Doctor and patient, domination Etc. If you are under 18yrs, this book is not for you.
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!