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"Are you ready for me baby?" I nodded my head and licked my lips seductively, making his cock even harder than before. I got on all fours, arched my back, and spread my legs wide to show him my moist, glistening pussy. "P-Please." I gasped as he ran his fingers over my folds and smacked them, causing my excitement to trickle down my thighs. He positioned his cock at my entrance before gently entering me. "Fuck, this pussy keeps getting tighter and tighter." He growled out, clutching my ass as he drew out from me, then rammed back into me with full power, causing tears to fall from my eyes at how incredible it felt. She is crushing hard, while he is dealing with a broken heart. What happens when they eventually meet? Will sparks fly or will hearts be broken?
There he is-the man of my dreams. Everyone went away as I started heading down the aisle, leaving only the two of us. I can't believe I'll soon become Mrs. R-
~BEEPPP BEEPPP!~
Fuck me.
This obnoxious clock disrupted my lovely dream about me and Enzo. I was walking down the aisle with our 15 children behind me.
What? My dreams are enormous.
I used my hand to knock the nasty monster off the nightstand and onto the floor, and I heard a loud crash that forced me to open my exhausted eyelids. The first thing I noticed was an alarm clock shattered into pieces on the ground. Oops?
That's what you get for not letting me continue my trek down the aisle to marry my ideal boyfriend. Couldn't wait to say my I DO.
I yawned and wiped my eyes, still feeling exhausted. My joy faded when I realized that I had school today. Ew!
I dreaded going to school.
Well, not really. I simply despise the children that attend there, especially since he and that bitch Chelsea will be there; she loves to test my patience, and he makes my life at school a living nightmare. Even though I continue to receive A's, I can no longer concentrate on academics.
They say that when someone bullies you, it is because they are envious of you or like you, but I don't believe that. What's there to enjoy, anyway?
I am in my senior year and am 18 years old. I have blue eyes like my mother and dark brown hair, and I'm 5'5. I also have curves that I don't want to exhibit anymore because of him. He blamed it on the fact that I have attractive curves. Is it truly my fault that I was born with curves, though?
Remembering that encounter with him made my eyes moist, but I blinked them away. This is not the time for it.
Thank goodness this will be my final year at that Godforsaken school. I couldn't face another year at that oppressive institution; the only people I tolerated were Jessica Collins and Allison Grey, my two wonderful closest friends.
I really adore them; they are just the greatest. I had another popular best friend, but things went awry, and our friendship dissolved. I'll get back to it shortly.
I live with my lovely mother and my 16-year-old younger brother; our father abandoned us when he discovered my mother was pregnant with my brother. Like, who does that? According to him, he just recognized that he did not want any children and that they were too lot to cope with.
Guess what, sperm donor? If you didn't want any children, you should have wrapped it before tapping it.
Only the Lord knows how much I despise that man.
He is dead to me.
Not that we care about him since our mother is just the finest; she works as a nurse and occasionally has late-night shifts, but she never lets that stop her from spending time with us.
She's the finest.
Now that I'm getting ready for school, everyone knows how much I enjoy jogging. I have a whole wardrobe full of them in every color and design; to be honest, they're simply too comfy. I intend to wear one of my jogging suits today.
When I was finished, I pulled my hair up in a high ponytail and applied light makeup that included moisturizer, concealer, powder foundation, blush, mascara, and lip gloss.
I took my suitcase and phone and headed downstairs to wait for my brother while I started cooking our meal, which included pancakes and eggs. We don't have a car yet, but Jessie always picks us up on her way to school.
I soon heard my brother coming down the stairs with his suitcase in his hands, yelling my name and looking like someone was following him with a knife. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or go with him, so I simply stood there like a statue, blinking as I watched him.
To be honest, I adore my brother, but he can be quite obnoxious at times, like if he swallowed a radio or something. He talks about so many things that don't make sense that your ears will hurt; don't think I'm exaggerating because it's true.
Apart from not keeping his mouth shut, he's quite overprotective of me. We also go to the same school but in separate years, and he only has one buddy, Lilly. I haven't met her yet, but he speaks about her nonstop.
Between you and me, I bet he likes her more than a buddy but won't confess it.
Yet.
"Bri I thought you left me." He pouted at me, and I turned around to take in his appearance. He wore black trousers, a white shirt, and white Nike shoes, and his blond hair was gelled back, looking cute with his two dimples showing when he smiled.
Eww! Now I see why girls adore him.
I hoped I had dimples, too.
I am a sucker for dimples.
"Now why would I leave my walking radio?" I offered to give him his meal, and he grabbed it instantly, devouring it without leaving any crumbs. I'm not shocked; he eats like a cow.
"MOM, BRIELLE IS BEING MEAN TO ME." He called out to Mom, who was upstairs, just as I slapped him on the back of the head. Oh, did I mention he is a mama's boy? no? "Brielle Alana Reid, please stop being mean to your brother." My mother scolds me as she walks into the kitchen; she is a lovely lady with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Everyone claims I'm her twin.
However, my brother, the unfortunate guy, has the hair color of our sperm donor and gray eyes.
"Sorry, Mom." I told her that as she turned her back, I saw Luke stretching his tongue out at me; I wanted to take it out of his lips, but instead, I mouthed 'Devil' to him.
When I noticed Jessie had texted that she was outside, I proceeded to get my luggage.
"Mom we're leaving now, enjoy your day love you." I kissed her on the forehead and left the room, while Luke also said goodbye.
"Bye my babies, love you both." She yelled as we ran out of the home.
"You too, mom." We said as we walked out. After locking the door, we noticed Jessie's car waiting for us; perhaps school won't be such a pain in the ass this time. Right?
I hope so.
Alessia Marino is a regular nanny until she is hired to care for the Mafia King's children. Enzo Rossi is the stunningly attractive King of Mafia, but his ex-wife cheated on him. He would have murdered her, but he does not want his children to know he killed their mother. He has no time for children, and every nanny that comes along tries to cling to him rather than the children; this is his final straw, and maybe his second love. What if they become entangled in a love that refuses to end?
This book is the part 2 of "One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger" Peyton Smith believed that perfection was just a few weeks away. She might finally have the future she had always imagined: the ideal partner, the ideal nuptials, the ideal suburban home. That was before her fiancé absconded and wed a showgirl from Las Vegas. It might have been an understatement to say she was a little irritated. Nevertheless, her life as she knew it shouldn't have ended because of a foolish video that was posted on Facebook. Thank you so much, Finn Devereaux enjoyed his life just the way it was. When his editor requested that he write a blog series on the lady whose breakdown went viral, he was not impressed at all. Trying to make her fall in love with him over some foolish wager made on national television was the last thing he needed or wanted. However, what could a man do? It was a challenge, after all, and perhaps he could lessen the shame that would undoubtedly befall them both in the aftermath of that challenge. She was over husbands, marriage, and white picket fences, and he didn't believe in happily ever after, so there was no prospect of them falling in love. Hello my beautiful and handsome readers, I would like to inform you all that this story is a series and I will be posting all of them here, I hope you all enjoy the story 🥰🥰🥰💖💖💖 thank you🙏💕 all so much for ur support.
Her physique was stunning. I wanted to plunge into her trace my tongue over her stiff nipples and grab her hips. I wondered what noises she would make if I gave her a hard push, and when she would finally shout my name. The question was not if but rather when she would yell my name. I shook my head, attempting to get my thoughts under control. It was a very risky decision to start with me if she had never been touched by a guy. I was filled with anxiety. 'Starting off' would not occur, since it suggested a continuance, yet all she had was a conclusion. I hadn't merely arrived at the solutions. She was going to pass away at my hands tonight.
Since she could remember, Cassie Smith had been in love with Nathan Greg. When she left home to attend a university two states away, they transitioned from being best friends in school to friends with benefits. Their once-a-month weekends were the pinnacle of her life, when he would fly in to see her and she would have him all to herself for the whole, uninterrupted weekend. Then he announced his impending marriage to her. Cassie had to take action to restore order since her idealized world was in danger of collapsing. She wanted to be the woman Nathan married and had a happy life with because she needed him in her life. She thus devised a scheme to interrupt the wedding and kidnap the groom. She later met Brian. In order to make the groom envious and aid her in calling off the wedding, Brian Colleen, the reclusive aviation Billionaire, promised to pose as her lover. She began to doubt her allegiance to Nathan as a result of his stunning green eyes and the way he made her feel when he touched her. He's also Nathan's stepbrother, incidentally. She couldn't deny that she felt something for Brian, but what would it indicate for her relationship with Nathan going forward? Should she continue on her current path and work for the happily ever after she had always envisioned with Nathan, or take a risk on a new relationship with Brian? Please dear readers, I want to inform you all that this story is in series and I will be uploading all of them in the story, thank you all.
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."
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"