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Jane lost both of her parents at a very tender age, since which her life has been filled with sorrow. She lived with her father's younger sister, who treated her like a slave. Despite all of this, Jane remained a responsible and decent girl. As time went on, she was able to save up some money and start up a business However, as her business was starting to take off, her aunt became jealous. She imposed some household responsibilities on her. The business was weakened and she couldn't continue. She met John through one of her street friends, James, who was a billionaire friend of John's. John is a wealthy, handsome young man who comes from a very rich family. He was in love with Sandra, his secretary. He was drunk one night and, out of curiosity, he invited Jane to meet him at a hotel. She went to the hotel to meet him. John was drunk. They had a one night stand and they made love to each other. Jane discovered she was pregnant. Will she be able to locate John? What will happen to her pregnancy?
It had been a long and tiring day, much like any other Friday. I had a multitude of clients to
attend to and was relieved when the last one finally left. My stomach was growling, and I had
been checking my gold watch every few minutes, eagerly awaiting the closing time. When it
finally arrived, I quickly turned off my office's air conditioning and quickly made my exit.
As I passed through the secretariat, I noticed the secretary diligently typing away. She might
have been so engrossed in her work that she lost track of time. When she saw me passing, she
inquired about my departure.
"Sir, are you leaving already?" she asked.
"As you can see," I replied.
"Won't you wait for me?" she asked, her smile betraying her curiosity.
"I'm afraid not," I said, "I have somewhere else to be."
She seemed disappointed, but I reassured her with one of my favorite sayings. I then hastened
downstairs to my parked car, greeting the security man, Mr. Frederick, along the way.
"Fine boy, are you going home already?" he inquired.
"Yes, Mr. Frederick. It's past closing time," I replied. "Is there anything you need me to do for
you?"
"No, thank you," he said with a smile. "Just checking."
I bid him a good day and asked him to pass on my greetings to his wife. He obliged, but I
couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious about the "Fine boy" moniker he had bestowed upon
me.
"Look here, Mr. Frederick," I said, stopping to speak with him again. "I think it's time you and the
others stop calling me Fine Boy. My name is John, and I'd appreciate it if you could address me
accordingly."
He chuckled and wished me a blessed day before returning to his post.
As the CEO of the company, I had earned a reputation as the "rainmaker" among my staff, as
they believed that my presence guaranteed financial success.
Mr. Fedrick, the security guard, was particularly fond of me and would often speak highly of me
at the office and even at a local off-license bar he frequented after work.
One evening, I happened to pass by the off-license while Mr. Fedrick was there, and he invited
me to join him for a drink. I agreed, and he continued to sing my praises to everyone around us,
including the bar owner and other customers.
I smiled and bought a round of drinks for the group, but little did I know that Mr. Fedrick's
excessive flattery had attracted the wrong kind of attention.
It turned out that the married owner of the bar was smitten with me, and Mr. Fedrick's hyping
had only fueled her infatuation. I soon found myself in a potentially dangerous situation, and it
was only by the grace of God that I was able to avoid any trouble.
From that day on, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Mr. Fedrick's hyping was not only
excessive but also potentially harmful.
I appreciated his admiration and loyalty, but I couldn't allow him to continue making me the
center of attention in such a way.
As I entered my vehicle and started driving, I couldn't help but smile as I recalled my amusing
conversation with the security guard, despite feeling exhausted.
He was an elderly man with a great sense of humor, who I had come to regard as a father
figure. Although he was my subordinate, I always made sure to show him the respect he
deserved. Life had not been kind to him, so it was my duty to lift his spirits whenever I could.
As I left the main road and entered my street, my phone rang. I checked the caller ID and saw
that it was my friend, James. "Hello, Bro," I answered.
"Hello, have you finished work?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm driving home right now," I replied.
"Great! I just wanted to remind you that my flight is on Sunday," he said.
"Oh, I almost forgot. So, that means we'll hang out before Sunday, right?" I asked.
"Yes, Bro. I was wondering if you could come this evening. I want us to spend some time
together before I leave on Sunday," he replied.
"Spend time with who? Are you my girlfriend?" I joked.
"You're my friend, the strongest of all my male friends," he laughed.
I see. Well, I'm afraid I can't make it this evening. I've had a long day. But I'll come tomorrow,
very early in the morning," I said.
"No problem, Bro. I'm leaving for Douala tonight and will be staying at a hotel near the airport.
Once you arrive in town, let me know. In fact, we'll be in touch as you make your way there," he
replied.
"Okay, Bro. I'll let you know. Thanks," I said.
"Thank you," he replied before hanging up.
My friend, James, has recently obtained a visa to travel abroad, which is why he invited me to
accompany him to the airport.
We have been friends for a significant amount of time, having known each other since
childhood.
As a result, I will miss him dearly upon his departure, although I suppose my feelings would be
less intense had I been married.
In my mid-thirties, I was financially secure and content with my life. I had no desire for a
committed relationship or marriage. I went about my daily routine, enjoying my independence.
On a typical morning, I would head to the fridge for a quick meal before freshening up and
retiring for the night.
The following day, I decided to take a trip to Douala, and I kept in touch with my friend James
throughout the journey. As I arrived in Douala, James promptly picked me up and we chatted on
route to his hotel.
"Man, you're fast," James said with a smile.
"Yeah, I left early to avoid traffic," I replied. "If I had driven myself, I would have arrived even
sooner."
"Why didn't you bring your own car?"
"To be honest, I'm not comfortable driving on highways yet," I admitted. "I can handle driving
within the town, but intercity driving is a bit too daunting for me."
It all happened in a little town named the moonlit pack lyra the strongest werewolf was defeated in a battle by a rival pack which resulted in her loss of memories. The moonlit pack was invaded and every of her pack members were killed leaving her with nothing. This resulted in her death, a prophecy must be fulfilled and her mission must be accomplished. She is revived by an ancient mantle which led to her reincarnation but at this moment she discovers something different: she is still a wolf with weakened powers. This made her upset as she tried hunting on her past to see if she could recover her powers and to seek revenge for those enemies who killed her in the past. Along the way she met a notorious hybrid named Kyle who helped her in her discovery but her hidden potential lay in the hands of an ally who once destroyed her. What will happen if she later discovers the one she trusts is the one that hurts?.
After spending a night with a strange man on the day before her wedding, Arianna left the country to start her life afresh. The 22-year-old Arianna Jason lived her life pleasing those she loved the most, without knowing that she was simply a prey being nurtured for the day of her ruin. Her life has tasted the butter pill of betrayal. She wants to give back to the world what she's got but how can she change her good, innocent personality to fit into a cruel society and world? Can her sweet nature be contaminated, or will she make it through, paddling on the right path?
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
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...
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, “She’s quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and you’re crossing me.” The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights.
"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?"