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Penelope Dela Fuentes, her parents raised her as a achiever. At the very young age, she have a goals in her life, everything is in the plan, not until her Uncle Sid came into the picture. Offering something that Penelope likes, a foreign feelings and adventures that excites her young mind.
I met Armani's uncle, Uncle Sid, when I was 15 years old. I am Kuya Armani's younger sister, and I was born in the same year.
For some reason, I have an uncommon longing for a person who, even if he only fills you with his gaze, will make you feel so excited because he is so attractive that you will want to strip in front of him.
We are distantly related to one another.
During that time period, he was 35 years old, and I was a young girl who wanted to be applauded by the audience in order for them to recognize my physical beauty, academic accomplishments, and artistic ability. I'm really excellent at playing the piano, actually.
The kiss on my cheeks from Uncle Sid gave me butterflies in my stomach as blood rushed up to my cheeks. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Penelope," he added.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sid," I murmured, and his eyes widened as he took in what I had said. With an uncomfortable expression on his face, Kuya Armani rubbed the back of my head.
Kuya Armani is married with one child, Armstrong, who is his sole son.
While Freign's sister is Forchess, and Kuya Law is merely Rence, Freign's mother is Forchess.
"I'm sad to hear of our youngest Kuya Sid's passing. That's all there is to it. " Kuya mumbled something, and then he wrapped his arm around my shoulders as Sid grinned at me. I have a grinning that I can't explain, and I'm not sure whether it means anything else or has any other significance.
Despite the fact that I'm only a youngster, I'm angered by what he said to me for some reason that I can't explain to anybody.
I have a mature physical appearance. My height is five-eighths of an inch, and no one ever refers to me as "young" since I appear to be rather mature.
The moment he heard Forchess sobbing, Kuya Armani bolted and abandoned us in the garden of the house. I sighed and rolled my eyes a little.
"I am not a child in any way. Please stop referring to me as a child! " Standing in front of him, I let out an obnoxious groan of distaste. He snorted and grabbed the bridge of my nose. When his flesh came into contact with mine, I flinched.
So, what do you want me to call you? "How are you, young lady?" He invited me to sit on his thigh and brought me in close to him. For the first time in my life, I had a chill running down my spine. I've never felt anything like this before, and it's interesting to me.
"However, you still have a relative you don't see, and they're just like you," says the other. I pushed myself to get off Sid's leg and sat in front of him, my back against his. What is it about them that makes them treat me like a child all the time? That irritates me.
I am quite aware that I am considerably different from them! Then please refrain from comparing myself to other individuals that I have never met before. Okay, so I despise comparing things, "I inquired, and now my juvenile side has been exposed as he is playing a joke on me. He grinned and gently massaged the back of my neck. His eyes were glistening, and he gave me a kind grin. What a sultry smile you have.
"You're a little girl; take things carefully." It was given to me as counsel, and all I did was shake my head and pull out my snout. I am not a young lady in my early twenties. I'm a strong young lady. I want to be elderly, free, and able to do anything I like!
I pledge to you that when I grow up and become a lady, I will not let you down. I said something, and it appears as though I am nagging in front of him. I noticed a glimmer of desire in his eyes, but it quickly faded away, and for a brief period, he wrapped his arms around me securely.
"Would you want a cup of coffee, Penelope?" As I nodded, he burst out laughing once again. He is a pleasant and friendly person. His touch feels wonderful on my skin. This is expected because he is a member of the family.
I'll give you a free cup of coffee if you get dressed. That's what he said before I bolted to my room and clutched my chest tightly in my arms. My heart was racing fast, and I was struggling to take a deep breath. Perhaps I was exhausted as a result of the enthusiasm that caused me to run.
"Can you tell me what that's for?" I asked myself this question before taking a bath and putting on my off-shoulder dress and sandals.
I use press powder, blush, brows, and a lip tint to complete my look.
Before heading down, I went and got what I was going to take with me.
"Uncle honestly, Penelope is obstinate; you'll grow old there," says the narrator.
My brother remarked that he'd take care of her; she reminds me of my younger sister, and I followed him down to meet him and his companion.
I gave Kuya Armani a warm embrace and a kind grin.
"I swear to you, I'll be good." I gave him a kind grin before he messed with my hair. It's frustrating to spend so much time fixing my hair only to have it ruined!
"All well, because you're going to come out again. That's OK." I kissed Kuya Armani's cheeks before Uncle Sid snatched my hand and dragged me to the ground. His hand is far larger than mine; I'm only up to his shoulder and the length of his torso.
He slid the passenger seat forward.
His glances are scary and unpleasant, and they make my stomach feel a little queasy.
His fragrance is really appealing: a combination of musk and aftershave.
The aroma of his perfume is not overpowering, yet it accurately represents who he is: a guy of strength and gentleness.
"Behave, don't be naughty," he said to me as if I were a child, and then he burst out laughing like a fool.
Will you just quit making fun of me? When I have an irritated tone in my voice, people regard me as if I am a queen. I am not a small girl who needs the services of a babysitter. He always makes fun of me since I am a teenager.
You're a young man, aren't you? Don't be in a rush to complete this task. Enjoy your youth to the fullest. When you reach old age too soon, you will have a difficult time. In the event that you get elderly, your obligation will be there for you, "I grinned as he continued to explain. While his attention is concentrated on driving, I'm no longer a youngster in his eyes. I hope you don't take offense to the fact that you treat me like a woman! He laughed and put his big hand on my thighs, stroking them gently with his fingers.
When his flesh comes into contact with mine, I get heated. This is something I've never seen before. Despite the fact that the chilly wind from the air conditioner dominates the heat I'm experiencing right now, what exactly is this?
"Do you truly want it, Penelope?" asks the narrator. I raised my eyes to his, and he stared at me as he parked his car in the mall's underground parking lot.
"Of course I'd like to! Even at home, my suitors treat me as if I were a queen." When his eyes are fixed on me, I mumble under my breath, feeling embarrassed. I could feel the weight of his gazes on me. This sensation is similar to melting into what he's doing, or it may be the impact of his skin on my skin.
He did a better job than any of my suitors.
Penelope, you should refrain from attracting male attention. You're too young to be caring for that child. Just wait till you reach adulthood and attain the status of a lady. For the time being, I shall treat you in the manner that you choose. Continue to exist like a little speck of fur. " He grinned at me as he slowly swept his palms across my cheeks, all the way down to my lips. I was taken aback. I was sweating and my thoughts were whirling around in my head. What exactly is it? Every time he touches me, my body reacts in some way.
My vaginal muscles are constricted. What exactly is it? He seems to be teasing my femininity when he caresses me, don't you think? Is there anything more you want to say?
"Can you tell me why you're so good to me?" After I questioned him, I pouted, and he squeezed the bridge of my nose.
Penelope, it's my absolute pleasure to defend you. I'm well aware that you're unique. So please, develop gently and allow yourself to be my baby. I want to squeeze you and give you a bear hug. "I pouted my lips once more as he chuckled at me.
"Edi, give me a squeeze!" Then I approached him and sat on his lap, allowing him to wrap his arms around me and hold me tightly. He was nice and toasty. It's a pleasant sensation. I am confident that I will embrace him more frequently in the future.
Musk and aftershave used to make me gag, so I avoided them as much as possible. But now I'm a big fan of theirs. I'm addicted to that smell.
The deeper you fall, the harder it will get. She has what it takes to fight for her love. He loves her more than anything else. Regardless of who they are in the society, they will stand for their love. Can they last after facing their future nemesis?
She is losing her senses. Falling for him is hard given that she is a nobody. He doesn’t look at her as something he can have a love interest with. But can she seduce the billionaire and make him fall in love?
She will fight for their love, regardless of her social status. She is poor, he is rich. He is a billionaire, she is a nobody. What can she do for love?
Looking out for him, taking care of him, and prioritizing him are her daily goals. She is like his slave, but little does she know that she started falling for him already. Can her love end up with something positive? Or it will end up with nothing?
How long she can tolerate all kind of abuse and harsh treatment from her own family. If writing will help her to ease all pain and save her from sadness, then why writing will also bring bad omen to her pitiful life. Can Adelrina resist it all, or she will embrace it all and let the faith do the rest. "I can't stay on this life anymore. I just want to end all of this sufferings. I am tired. Choke me, please?"
The deeper you fall, the harder it will get. She has what it takes to fight for her love. He loves her more than anything else. Regardless of who they are in the society, they will stand for their love. Can they last after facing their future nemesis?
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In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
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.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
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“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.