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?
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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. .
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
She thought he was the villain. He was only trying to save his soul. Rena lives in a world of sunshine, sweets, and simple dreams. Until one reckless decision drops her into a dark realm of secrets, curses and werewolves. Kidnapped, heartbroken. She doesn't know who to trust anymore especially not Logan, the arrogant, cruel Alpha who's keeping her as a hostage. Until she discovers his dark secret. He's been hearing her thoughts all along. Now the walls between them are crumbling. And when feelings grow where hatred once lived, a curse demands that blood becomes a love that demands sacrifice. But how can she give her heart to the one who might need it to die?
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