Rose Johnson, is a young promising zealous young woman who swims in the challenges that life threw at whilst struggling to make a way out from it. Despite all her efforts and struggles, She feels that the end is still far from her. Follow up with this amazing piece and witness all of rose moments, trials and sucess
Life!
Life!!
Life!!!
Growing up, one would think that things would be easy. You fall in love with the right man, have your finances flowing in and stable, make a name for oneself whilst still running and maintaining a happy family. Who are we kidding?. With the constant change of things and society developing, you would think as a person you will keep up but life has a way of reducing you to its own pace and you must bend to its will. My name is Rose Johnson and this is my story.
Year 1999, was a blessed moment for the family of Mr and Mrs ken Johnson in the local area of mabusa, Kenya. A girl child has being born. Looking around, you could feel the joyous moments, taste the happiness in everyone's face. I opended my eyes as a young child unable to describe that particular moment. Seeing different faces, laughing and dancing Merrily, it was indeed a good day for them to celebrate. It was fascinating how much people could actually be celebrated. I could feel my mother is the happiest having survive through the gnawing pains of Labour and giving to this little bundle of joy, Well, that's me!.
My father , ken Johnson, also could not contain his happiness as he ran effortless to provide the nourishment and items the visiting people needs in order to set the mood straight. I feel myself being tossed from on hand to another whilst receiving different prayers and blessings. If only they knew. Dancing and praising God was the greatest thing that captivated me. I kept my tiny eyes open even though I was seeing anything; I listened with my tiny ears not being able to hear a thing But I was still captivated. I could feel the vibrations of the drum, the unrelenting feet dropping of the dancers, laughters flowing in and out. A day of pure bliss; A day of recognition.
Somedays passed and I was brought out again. What again is going on? I could feel myself resisting to go out with my tiny cries and unshed tears. Mother , Agnes Johnson, adorned me with a magnificent white dress. Well , gracious me! I looked gorgeous. I couldn't pretend that I was unhappy. I kept blowing out raspberries and making happy faces. My tiny face almost fall off my neck. I was that happy. Well, I was to attend my first church outing and I couldn't be more merrier. I was going to return all thanks to my creator whilst also asking him to favour me in this my journey in earth. I feel the reverend going on and on about having a thankful heart and returning back to God. What a good day!. The choir was on fire that day, giving the congregation the mood they need to be . Well, myself wasn't an exception because I could feel my tiny fingers and toes wagging to the tune also. It was fascinating. Another round series of prayers and I felt myself being dipped into a water all the while receiving nicely made oils. I let out a cry. Mother was quick on her face to receive me back from the reverend. It seems everything have done. I relaxed under the abundance milk flow coming out from the breast of my mother. A heaven made on earth. It was an enriching body of pure bliss. I felt myself drifting away from this world in a peaceful slumber
Days went by and turned up weeks. I kept growing and living. I can finely be able to crawl to where ever I want, taste whatever I want, touch whatever I want. Pure freedom!. No more mother always backing me up. I could eventually let her have her peace. I want nothing more than that. It was intriguing how time flies. I kept doing my own things keeping a distance from mother but who am I fooling? Mother is always right by me. She would stop me from eating everything I set my hands while I could only cry and grapple to be left alone. " Don't eat this","not that one", "No", "hey, not this one",......these are what I hear her say each time pick up some items. To me, She is strict. Why can't I have my own way and eat whatever I want.
My older brothers, Austin and Michael were not left behind on this. They made sure to help mother wash some of the dirty things in the house. But I always find the clothes that wore everyday most especially workdays fascinating. I could remember well that mother will always remind them to wash their clothes as against the coming days. I found it to be captivating each time they dress up in that attire with their bags crossed out in front while brightly and happily marching out to where they ought to be. I wished to be like them!. Months passed by and a year went, I am now a year older. On that day, I was adorned by my mother with a beautiful long flowery dress and a birthday crown to match. I was very happy. Everybody was happy. Other Kids like myself all tagged around with me to cut up the cakes and the music came blasting in afterwards. It was a beautiful moment to share and enjoy. I especially loved the fact that i was the person of attention this day. It was a captivating memory that I will always cherish and carry along with me anytime, any day. My mother called it " My First Year Birthday ". Another round of prayers and well wishing were made into me on this day but i kept asking myself when can I get to wear the clothes my brother wore on weekdays?. I fell in love with the clothes that my brothers always wore and hoped to be wearing one too. But when could the happen? I really can't want again.
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"Let me come. I can't...It's too much". I cried out as I felt his unrelenting pounding cock filling me more deeper and faster. It was driving me insane. He reached over and grab a handful of my hair with his fingers while tugging me closer to himself. "So beautiful". I felt his hand slidie down my back as he further pushed my knees apart. He kept pounding in so furiously. Each thrust brought out pained cries from my mouth. I yelped when I felt his punishing palm came down heavily on my buttocks. I curled my toes in pleasure. " I want to come". I spoke in hasty words. I could feel myself going over the cloud in a faster motion. A menacing growl came out from him and he tugged me closer to him. " I am not done yet. So don't you let go". I flung my head over to his shoulder as he drag me up with him. His arms holding up my weight while he continues his punishing acts. I held on tightly while trying my hardest not to reach my edge. Sweat running down our bodies with his precun and my juices mixing together. It was insane. His hand come down again to my rear end, smacking heavily on each mould of flesh. It will surely bruise later but I wouldn't mind it. This was mind blowing and fascinating. I panted heavily, my need mounting. My entire body tremble and burns. I threw my head back to his shoulders and moaned loudly. "Shhhhhh. Take all to me. I can't get enough of this." He murmured lightly. He turned his head, his mouth catching mine to a hasty needy long kiss. I feel trapped. It was punishing!. Without stopping, he flexed his hip, his cock going deeper. I literally saw tiny little stars. "You bring out the monster in me. You make me feel all kinds of emotion. When I see You, I lose control. You make me lose control. " he muttered slowly. I can feel him deeper in to my stomach. My juices and his precum ran down my inner thighs. I hung onto dear life. "You know what you have to do?"
Aiden Richard Dawkins, Is the true definition of the devil's spawn. He is a ruthless, cold , domineering and arrogant young man who would stop at nothing to get what he wants. Some people believed that he was cut from the same cloth of the devil himself. He demands respect and controls emotions; Bless your soul if you are caught in his web of mayhem. Maya Trenton, A self aspiring doctor with a gentle soul with a heart full of overflowing love. She is the epitome of both joy and liveliness. One wrong turn of event, one wrong choice; A deadly combination. What will happen if this two souls would cross paths?
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
"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?"
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
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After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.