Emily is a high school graduate with only one dream on her mind which is dancing her way into the prestigious Greenville dance academy. But when she becomes entangled in a web of flirtatious banters, it seems like her cherished dream will only be a mere mirage. Would she succumb to these web of desires? Or would she play her cards at the devil's den?
I bit my lips seductively as I came closer to him. He held me, brushing his muscles against my body and pinned me to the wall.
"Bend down and suck." He commanded.
I got on my knees, taking up his hard cock in my mouth. Circling my fingers around the thick mass, I worked my fingers to the top, pressing softly on his delicate balls while running my tongue around the pink tip.
"Yeah baby, that's it," he mumbled, digging his hand into my hair and pushing my head forward. I increased my pace, shoving his dick into my mouth at increased acceleration, deepthroating him at every second I got. My fellatio game was a ten, and before I could swallow his popsicle one last time, he came, releasing his salty seed all over my bare boobs.
Sighing, I closed my diary, putting down my pen. As a nineteen year old girl, I loved reading novels and steamy novels always captured my attention. My love for reading also spurred the writer in me. I had written a lot of scenes, different characters in various sex scenes and their banging bodies. I mostly wrote from a first person point of view, projecting myself as the protagonist. I wrote what I wished for myself, to have that curvy waist with round plump ass and cupped boobs. Standing up and looking at myself, I knew I was far from what I desired.
"Which guy would want a girl like me?"
I observed my body which was a bit too slim, my boobs were not more than the size of a sliced guava, my hips were almost boyish and my face was covered in a galaxy of pimples.
"Ugh" I sighed, disgusted by my own looks. I envied other girls my age who flaunted those crop tops with their mannequin figures.
Brushing the physique thoughts aside, I looked at my diary and continued writing down. My attention got divided as my phone chimed, interrupting my roaring imagination.
A message popped up on the screen.
"Hi Emily"
"Hope to see you at church"
I rolled my eyes with a lack of interest as I looked into the blue light. I dropped the phone after making up my mind not to reply.
"When he is tired, he'll leave me"
Joshua was a childhood friend. However, I lost contact with him once I moved with my family to a new neighborhood. On a casual day, while I was getting groceries from the store, I bumped into someone, causing everything to fall from my hand. Staring into the familiar face in front of me, I immediately recognized it.
"Joshua"
Our reunited friendship had been going on quite well,until he began acting like he visited some fucking seminary school or sort.
"Let's go to church next Sunday," he would always invite me.
His persuasion got annoying till the extent that I began avoiding him. Eighteen sure looked good on me, I had spent my earlier years being prudish and I had determined to make my later teenage years hot and steamy.
"But where to start?"
"By ignoring Joshua of course," I sighed and placed my phone on the table, before drifting into the land of dreams.
"Brrrr" I heard the alarm ring and quickly placed my hand over it, shutting it down.
"Morning already?" I mumbled as I pulled the blanket over my body, unwilling to get out of bed.
"Emily, wake up and get dressed or you'll be late." I heard my mother say as she knocked on the door.
I responded by placing the pillow over my head, covering my ears. Her constant knocking pissed me off and I had no choice than to get out of bed.
"Coming mom," I shouted as I wore my flip-flops and dashed into the bathroom.
"Was I rushing to grab the school bus?"
Obviously not. I was done with high school. In three months time, I will be turning nineteen.
I dressed in a peach floral dress and wrapped my hair in a bun, trying my best to look as elegant as possible.
"Success dear," my mom said as she planted a kiss on my forehead.
I alighted from the car, clutching my bag tightly as I inhaled the air around the environment of Greenville dance academy.
This glassy building, surrounded by trees and erected majestically in the heart of the city had been my dream all my life. I had begun taking ballet classes since I was five. Although I did not look as pretty as a ballet dancer, my moves were pretty amazing. I walked down the hall, ready to actualize that dream and my eyes scanned the girls who were trotting the same path as me. Tall, slender, curvy, I sighed as I studied their physique.
"Ouch" I winced, as I collapsed on the cold tiles. Someone had bumped into me or rather, I had bumped into someone.
"Let me help you" he said as I felt his muscular hands on my shoulders, sending shivers down my spine.
"Are you okay?" He asked, revealing a perfect set of white teeth.
"Yeah" I managed to say.
"Alright beautiful," he said before leaving.
I blinked my eyes, asking myself if I heard well. No one had ever called me beautiful, except for my mom.
"Was he just trying to flirt with me?" I asked, nearly puking at the thought of it. I detested guys who were flirts. He had awesome looks though, I'm definitely going to make him a character in one of my novels.
"Attention everyone, start changing into your costumes, the interview is kicking off in less than an hour." The loud speakers blared, and all the girls began scampering into the locker rooms.
I changed into my dance outfit and pinned the number which was assigned to me on my blouse.
"Number 13, that's a lucky number," I heard an unfamiliar voice say. Turning to the side, my eyes met a brunette smiling enthusiastically at me.
"I'm Marnie," she said, stretching her hand for a handshake.
"Emily"
"Your outfit is nice," she said, complimenting the pink trunk I was wearing.
"Yours too" I responded.
"Not sure if I wanted to go to a dance academy, it's been my mom's idea" she said, "but I'm sure I'll ace it" she said courageously.
I smiled, wishing I was as high spirited as her. Normally, I was a bit snubbish and I was pretty sure that if she hadn't spoken to me, I would have left without uttering a word to anyone.
A lady came forward and spoke, "alright everyone, we'll divide you into two groups, group A by my right and group B by my left"
Marnie and I fell into group A.
"Okay, group A, come forward and pair yourselves in twos."
Marnie held my hand and we chose ourselves as partners. The first set took the stage and the music began playing. I was a shy and nervous person at times, but the blonde girl dancing on the stage looked like one that was having a panic attack. She almost tripped and fell while dancing and her face was flushed as soon as the music came to an end.
I and Marnie stepped onto the stage for the next set. I swayed my hips to the side, moving rhythmically as Dua Lipa's Levitating started playing.
Adding my flexible prowess,I splitted a couple of times, while still keeping up with the beat. As the judges looked at both of us, a familiar pair of eyes winked at me. It was the same boy I had bumped into, seated among the judges. Studying his features intently, while still maintaining my stance, it dawned on me that I had judged hastily.
He was not a boy, he was a man. The music came to an abrupt end and I exited the stage, his eyes were still trailing me.
"That was great, your moves were so smooth, you're a great dancer." I heard Marnie utter with her light voice.
I had almost forgotten that someone was by my side.
"You did great too" I complimented, despite the fact that I had not turned to look at her throughout the dance. My gaze was shifting through the judges, casting glances at the man that I had bumped into, as his constant gaze kept piercing through me.
We watched the other groups perform and left after the announcements had been made. Marnie left with her boyfriend and I stood on the road trying to get a taxi for myself.
A sleek black car pulled up in front of me, blocking my path. Before I could move to the other side,the window wound down and I inhaled a vanilla scent.
Then he spoke, "hey beautiful, care for a ride?"
Rosetta takes the blame for the felony committed by her boyfriend and ends up with a two year jail sentence. Unbothered by the fact that she had ended up in prison, she comforts herself that she did it for the love they shared. Upon her release, her heart is shattered during the full moon, when her boyfriend whom she devoted her heart to turns a cold shoulder to her. What explanations does he have for this sudden feeling of hatred towards her? She feels broken, rejected and wasted. Will she ever recover from this heartbreak on a full moon?
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?
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...
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
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. .