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FORSAKEN LOVE Chapter 1 The sun had barely risen over the city skyline when Michael woke with a start. He had been tossing and turning all night, his mind racing with thoughts of the impending wedding. As he lay there, staring at the ceiling, he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. He and Samantha had been together for five years, and he had always thought she was the one. They had a comfortable life, a beautiful home, and a strong foundation of love and trust. But as the wedding day drew closer, Michael found himself questioning everything. He thought back to the proposal, the way Samantha's face had lit up with joy when he got down on one knee. At the time, it had felt like the most natural thing in the world. But now, as he replayed the moment in his mind, he couldn't help but wonder if he had made a mistake. Michael knew he needed to talk to Samantha, to be honest with her about his doubts and fears. But the thought of breaking her heart, of shattering the dream they had built together, was almost too much to bear. As he finally dragged himself out of bed, he knew what he had to do. He had to call off the wedding, no matter how painful it might be. It was the only way to be true to himself and to Samantha. Chapter 2 Samantha hummed softly to herself as she bustled around the kitchen, preparing breakfast for her and Michael. She couldn't believe that in just a few short hours, they would be husband and wife. The thought filled her with a giddy sense of excitement and anticipation. As she set the table, she glanced out the window at the bustling city streets below. It was a beautiful day, the kind that seemed to promise new beginnings and endless possibilities. She couldn't wait to start the next chapter of her life with Michael by her side. Just then, Michael emerged from the bedroom, his face pale and drawn. Samantha immediately sensed that something was wrong. "Michael, what is it?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. Michael took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly. "Samantha, we need to talk," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Samantha felt her heart skip a beat. "What is it, Michael?" she asked again, her voice shaking. Michael looked into her eyes, his own filled with pain and regret. "I... I don't think I can go through with the wedding," he said, the words tumbling out in a rush. Samantha felt the world tilt on its axis. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely audible. Michael reached out to take her hand, but she pulled away, her eyes filling with tears. "I'm so sorry, Samantha," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I just... I just don't think I'm ready for this." Samantha felt like she had been punched in the gut. She had never seen this coming, never imagined that Michael would have doubts about their future together. As the reality of the situation sank in, she felt a wave of anger and betrayal wash over her. "How could you do this to me?" she cried, her voice shrill with pain. "How could you wait until the day before our wedding to tell me this?" Michael reached out to her again, but she pushed him away, her body shaking with sobs. "I need you to leave," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't even look at you right now." Michael nodded, his own eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry, Samantha," he said again, before turning and walking out the door. Samantha stood there, alone in the kitchen, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She had never felt so betrayed, so utterly devastated. As the reality of what had just happened sank in, she sank to the floor, her body wracked with sobs. Chapter 3 Michael walked the streets of the city, his mind reeling from the events of the morning. He couldn't believe that he had actually gone through with it, that he had broken Samantha's heart in the most devastating way possible. As he replayed the scene in his mind, he felt a wave of guilt and regret wash over him. He had never meant to hurt Samantha, never wanted to cause her pain. But he knew that staying with her, marrying her, would have been even worse. He thought back to the moment he had realized that he couldn't go through with the wedding. It had been a gradual realization, a slow dawning of the truth that he and Samantha were not meant to be together forever. They had grown apart, their dreams and goals no longer aligned. Michael knew that he needed to be honest with himself, to admit that he had been living a lie for far too long. He had stayed with Samantha because it was comfortable, because it was what was expected of him. But deep down, he knew that he deserved more, that they both deserved more. As he walked, he found himself drawn to a small park, a place he had often come to think and reflect. He sat down on a bench, watching as people passed by, their li

Title: The Guardian of the Djinn's Lamp Once upon a time in the bustling city of Marrakech, there lived a young orphan named Zara. Despite the hardships she faced, Zara had a heart as bright as the desert sun and a spirit as free as the wind that swept through the ancient streets of the city. One day, while wandering through the crowded market, Zara stumbled upon a dusty old lamp tucked away in a forgotten corner of a merchant's stall. Intrigued by the lamp's intricate carvings and mysterious aura, she purchased it with the little money she had earned from odd jobs. That night, as Zara polished the lamp in her modest room, a swirling mist emerged from its spout, coalescing into a majestic djinn named Aziza. The djinn, with eyes like shimmering emeralds and a voice like honeyed silk, revealed that she was the guardian of the lamp, bound by ancient magic to grant three wishes to whoever released her from her slumber. Overwhelmed by the possibilities, Zara hesitated, unsure of what to wish for. Sensing the young girl's pure heart and selfless nature, Aziza proposed a different kind of arrangement. She explained that instead of granting wishes, she would accompany Zara on a quest to restore balance to the world by vanquishing the dark forces that sought to disrupt the harmony of the land. Together, Zara and Aziza embarked on a journey that took them across deserts and mountains, through bustling cities and forgotten ruins. Along the way, they encountered treacherous djinns who sought to sow chaos and discord, testing the strength of their bond and the purity of their intentions. Through courage, compassion, and unwavering determination, Zara and Aziza overcame every obstacle that stood in their way. They learned that true power lies not in the granting of wishes, but in the ability to protect and preserve the beauty and magic of the world around them. In the end, as they stood atop a windswept dune overlooking the vast expanse of the desert, Zara and Aziza shared a bittersweet farewell. The djinn bestowed upon the young girl a gift far greater than any wish—a heart filled with the wisdom of the ages and the knowledge that true magic resides in the bonds we forge and the love we share. And so, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting golden light upon the sands, Zara bid farewell to her otherworldly companion, knowing that their paths would cross again someday, for the connection they shared transcended time and space. And thus, the legend of Zara, the Guardian of the Djinn's Lamp, and Aziza, the noble djinn, echoed through the ages, a testament to the enduring power of friendship, courage, and the magic that dwells within us all.

Never Love a poet Dont fall in love with a poet, for they have no feelings at all, If you are prone to heartbreak, Then try one. These people has no feelings, This phrase i had repeated, What they feel is the words they write. A poet is not a good lover, So dont waste your time, These people are unique. They dont care if you die for them, for love or sacrifice for them, What they care is, "What if my pen dies" *Mboya is an example of one* ALONE, Writer: Joash Mboya, All my life, I have been an island Standing alone, detarched from the main land. All my pillars of hope, friends and I could count on, Familly and I could run to. Even my own self, had detarched from me. The storm is strong, the waves are huge, being an island , I stand srong. PRAISE THE ALMIGHTY writer: Joash Mboya It's a new dawn, that I get drawn into my papers, to thank my helper For he is wonders. From dawn to dask, i catch no dust. For he cleans my heart, and remain freelace upon his embrace. Sir God is wonderful. He performs all wonders. He blesses his devoted children. Thank you God. My mom's love She carried me in her womb, Nine months like in a tomb, Nine years weak and loose, Caring for me not to loose. In any case of my pain, She lived to endure the pain. But she wanted me to have a gain. Oh all she did was in vein. She left me at a tender age , Though not at a todler stage, For the world to keep me in its cage But her love was just for a range Death took her away Trying to remember all the way, Crying and mourning every day, But death has its own way, of handling human everyday. #ajanjapoet To the cancer patient....... In the depths of your battle, so brave and strong, I pen these words, a tribute to your song. A cancer patient, facing a daunting fight, But know you're surrounded by love's guiding light. In the face of adversity, you stand tall, With courage and resilience, you give it your all. Through the trials and tears, you find inner might, A warrior's spirit, shining ever so bright. Though the road is long, and the journey rough, You inspire us all, with your unwavering tough. Each day you face, with unwavering grace, A testament to your strength, shining in every trace. In the face of uncertainty, you remain bold, Finding silver linings, even in shadows cold. Your spirit shines brighter than any star, A beacon of hope, no matter how far. Through the pain and challenges you endure, Know that you're loved, and your spirit pure. We stand by your side, through each twist and turn, With unwavering support, a fire that will burn. May hope be your anchor, and love your guide, As you navigate this journey, side by side. You're not alone, for we're here by your side, Together we'll face it, with love as our guide. So, to the cancer patient, strong and true, Know that we admire and stand with you. May each day bring healing, and strength renew, Sending thoughts of love, as we journey with you. My love I ask myself how best Can I show my love for you? How do I reveal The storm of desire that rages within me? From the warmth of your skin, To the touch of your lips, You set my soul ablaze, A wildfire that never fades. Meditating on your smile, A wonder too wonderful for words, And how can I forget Those eyes that hold me captive, With their captivating gaze? The bliss you bring Satisfies my heart for days on end, Until our next encounter My heart beats with anticipation For you, my one and only partner. @michaelmboya Pain inside Who will listen to the sound My pain,my pain How loud it sound My pain, my pain Even when I smile The pains are still mine Even when I cry The pain still strike I grow old and retire The pain never retired My pain now my Trier And am still the carrier Who do I share my pain with My pain, my pain #ajanjapoet The poet's pen. Storms make me wonder, thurnder makes thurnder, Sufferings talks to me louder, But I am armed with my pen, Finding a place to lay the ten, talking about my future again, I know I might not be the best, because what I write might not best, But admires to one of the best, writers, poets and the rest . Ooh God to you I lay my passion, To be a poet and a novelist with passion, It's you who listens to every person #ajanjapoet Falling again. Falling raindrops from the sky whispering in her ears That she's not the only one Who's falling and feeling lost Dark clouds in the sky Whispering in her ears That she's not the only one Who's gloomy and carrying the burden Thunder storms from the sky Reminding her That she's not the only one Who's been shattering and screaming The Lightning strikes from the sky Reminding her That she's not the only one Who's been broken and torn apart By ajanjapoet My lovely rose flower! Look at her , beautiful ,I mean beautiful. This girl that took my saul, and kept it down inside her heart . I can say, she is the only love

Hazel Queen had loved her husband with all her heart for three years. But the one thing she never saw coming was the cold, shocking truth: he wanted a divorce because his mistress was pregnant. Heartbroken and betrayed, Hazel decides to move on and returns to Queen Corp, where she steps into her true role as the powerful female president, worth hundreds of millions. This revelation shocks her ex-husband, Damon Price, who never knew that the woman he left behind was the mastermind behind the famous Queen Corp-the Heiress of the Queen family, who had supposedly died in a fire three years ago.

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.”

For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.

After three years of loveless marriage, Kira was slapped with divorce papers. She has shown him her unrequited love throughout her entire marriage with him, but he decided to turn blind eyes all because of his lover. Distraught and heartbroken, Kira choose to sign the divorce papers with bitter heart. But then and there, she promised herself that when she's back, he will come crawling to her, but she will make him pay for hurting her. Join Kira as she transform to a wealthy heiress and soared as the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire, a remarkable healer and make her ex-husband pay!

On the night of her wedding, Cierra Boyle was sent abroad by her husband. Three years later, Cierra returned but was chased out by a divorce agreement and a letter of breaking off. Everyone was waiting to see Cierra make a fool of herself. They predicted that she would not be able to endure a poor life and would turn back and beg the Boyle family to take her in. Then, she would shamelessly pester Draven Trevino. But later, someone saw Draven standing in front of his ex-wife with a pitiful look in his eyes. "Cierra, when are we going to marry again?"

Sophia Anderson was adopted by an old woman and grew up in the countryside. At she was 18 years old, her original family found her and got her back to the city. However, she was looked down upon by other family members, especially her stepmother and stepsister. At that time, she was so stupid that she was framed by her stepsister and die tragically. Maybe God has sympathy for her, she was reborn and she was given rich medical knowledge and professional skills! In this life, she works hard on studying medicine and saving people. She becomes a top-professional woman, which is out of reach for most people!

On a spring morning, she opened her eyes to a different world. A world that looked familiar, yet eerily strange. Wendy woke up as a child again! By a stroke of mysticism, her life had started all over again. But her destiny was fixed. She grew up to become the queen of racing again. This time around...the first thing she did was swear to find out the conspirators who put her life in danger and protect her mother from danger.

"I knew he was trouble the moment I walked into our shared house. The way his hands gripped my waist when no one was looking, the way his voice dipped when he said my name, it wasn't just wrong, it was dangerous. He wasn't just my stepbrother, he was my undoing." **** All Evie Hayes wanted was to finish her college degree in peace, far from the chaos of her past. But when she moves into her stepfather's house near Ravencrest University, she finds herself stuck with Ryder Kingsley, her stepbrother and the school's golden boy. Ryder is everything she's sworn to avoid, arrogant, infuriatingly handsome, and completely off-limits. When late-night arguments turn into stolen touches, their forbidden connection becomes impossible to ignore. But in a world where secrets don't stay hidden, someone's bound to uncover the truth. And when they do, Ryder and Evie will have to decide if the risk is worth the ruin.

Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, however, she chose to work as a manager in a well-known enterprise. The day she celebrated her boyfriend's birthday, she was set up and had a one night stand with a stranger. She left before he woke up and even paid him 250 dollars. Yet, the man was no other than the cold CEO and famous heartthrob. Seeing the bills she left, he suppressed his burning anger and swore to make her pay the price. The love game started now.

Despite being an ordinary orphan girl, Cheryl managed to marry the most powerful man in the city. He was perfect in every aspect, but there was one thing-- he didn't love her. Three years into their marriage, she finally got pregnant, but it was also the day her husband gave her their divorce papers. It seemed that he had fallen in love with another woman, and he assumed that she had fallen for another man as well. Just when she thought the relationship was coming to an end, all of a sudden, he didn't seem to want her gone. She was already about to give up, but then he came back and confessed his love for her. What was Cheryl supposed to do in this tangle between love and hate, while being pregnant on top of it? What was best for her?