23-year-old Natasha Gold has always been an outstanding and amazing young lady to the whole world, she's the CEO of Goldline and has been recorded to be the youngest female billionaire. Yes, she has everything, everything except true love. Every guy that dated her either did it for popularity or her riches. Hailey comes to a conclusion that she was done with anything called boy's. Never could she expects that a one night stand will change her conclusion into a decision. She wants more than just a night and wouldn't feel better until this man touches her again. What happens when this man turns out to be her doctor? Find out more in this intriguing story..
Addicted To Him (His touch gives her Joy
In a large room, which looks like a meeting room.
There was a struck of silence in the room, everyone kept staring at each other, they were so sure that something was wrong.
"Is she having trouble sleeping?" One of the staffs in the room muttered in a very low tone.
"I don't think so, she might be going through an heartbreak" another added.
"What is the big deal about it, she experience heartbreaks every freaking month"
"Do I care, that doesn't stop her from paying me at the end of the month so keep your mouth shut and face what concerns you" a lady, gorgeously dressed snapped at the other's and they rolled her eyes at her.
Always acting like a boss- one of them thought
"Ma'am?" A lady in a blue dress moved closer to the beautiful lady seating in the middle on the cabinet.
"Ma'am?" She called again but she doesn't respond, rather, she didn't hear her.
"Natasha?!" The lady called out angrily, removing the respect from her name and she jolted out of her deep thoughts.
"Oh my God!, I'm so sorry, I..." She stopped, rubbing her face and her face was swollen because of what just flashed through her.
"Ivy?" Lisa called out to the the lady who cut in her thought earlier.
"Finish this up, I'm tired" she mumbled into her ears and got up from the chair, whilst picking up her purse from the table.
"The gossip gangs?, Don't forget to go to the disciplinary office to write down what you gossiped about me" she mumbled when she got to the door.
Holy fuck!, Did she hear them?
"I heard every single thing, don't miss it out when writing it" she scoffed and left them to solve the rest amongst themselves
Who's this lady?
Well, her name is Natasha, the most beautiful being you'll ever know, she's a badass, doesn't care about who she talks to or insult and you definitely can't offend her and go Scott free.
Even though she was thinking so deeply, she could still hear what other's in the same room didn't hear, that's Natasha for you.
She's the CEO of Goldline company and was in the middle of a meeting with her staffs when she suddenly drives back into what she saw earlier on Instagram.
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"Natasha?" Ivy called, dropping the file angrily on the table.
You could call Ivy her best friend, or the only friend she had had her whole life, Ivy is also her Personal assistant.
"What's it?, Is the meeting done?" She tilt her head, removing her jacket and she jumps on the couch.
"No it's not, do you think I'll be here if I don't end the meeting with your crazy employees?" Ivy arched her brows, rolling her eyes as she takes a seat beside Natasha.
"Our crazy employees, half of them were actually signed in by you" she retorted but glanced away immediately after getting a hard glare from her friend.
"What's wrong with you?, Do I need to take you for a check up?" Ivy asked, dragging her up.
"I'm okay, I was jus.." she stopped halfway, not sure if she could let this out.
Of course, her friend was going to find out whatever it's she was hiding, just not sure if she wants her to know yet.
"It's fine if you wanna pile it up in your tummy, I'm meeting up with Jackson" Ivy smiled and tried walking out.
"During working hours?" Natasha snapped, her eyes half opened.
"If you know how you're looking so scary right now, you would get into the bathroom, wash your face and get a good sleep, instead of poke nosing in someone's else relationship life" ivy snapped at her and she pout her lips in embarrassment.
Whatever, relationship isn't for her.
After Ivy left her office to meet her boyfriend, she walked into the bathroom, still not sure if she could believe what ivy said about her face looking scary.
"Oh my God!" She screamed, realizing how her face looks so swollen..
"Wait, something has to be wrong with this mirror, I didn't cry, why's my face like this?- she thought, touching every inch of her face.
She rushed out of the bathroom and went to the calling center to connect to her service girls..
"Hello ma'am, this is H..
"Just cut it off with the introduction, bye" she ended the call abruptly, felt like throwing the phone against the wall.
Did she just call to say that?
I actually want them to have a look at how I look but when the light on the phone screen went off, she knew her friend was saying the truth.
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"Trevor!" A tiny looking lady called, seeing someone she's seen for a while.
"Wait, do you know me?" He snapped at her, stopping right in front of her.
"Of.. course..I do, why do you think I'll call you if I don't know you?" She giggles.
"Well, you might have a whole lots of reasons to, maybe you need some cash or you want me to fu*k you" he smirks, moving closer to her and the girl landed a hot slap on his cheeks.
"Oh my god!, Did I just slap Trevor?" She quizzed rhetorically and he watched her in annoyance.
If he could just grasp her tiny neck and swap it to the left, she'll be long gone.
"Someone's gotta be crazy for dating a cheap mini beast like you!" She snorts at him and tried walking away but gets pulled back by someone.
"Iv.." she didn't finish her sentence when a slap landed on her face.
People around were starting to think that they were into a slapping competition, of course, anyone would think like that.
"Who's crazy?, My friend is crazy?" Ivy half yelled, holding her by her collar.
"She's, do you want me to say it again?, I was only trying to get close and he labeled me like a slut" she defended.
"Then you should have just insulted him alone, why drag Natasha into it?" She scowl at her but all she did was rolled her eyes.
"I'm not ready for you, hey, what are you doing here?" Ivy turned to Trevor who seems to be holding his cheeks from the slap he got from the lady.
"Is there a restriction order that says I can't come in here?" He quizzed, glaring at her.
"Well, there's not, but, we might make it because of people like you" she taunted.
"Looking at you close up, you look more beautiful than I thought" he smirks, peering into her eyes.
Can this man ever change?- she thought, waiting patiently for him to touch his cheeks so she could show her what she's capable of doing.
"Argghh!!" He suddenly cried out in pain, he crouched down to the floor, his right hand on his thigh as he cries out in pain.
"Natasha?" Ivy gasp out in shock at her friends sudden appearance.
"You can file a complaint that I hurt you, you'll end up losing the case at the end, Ivy let's go" she said and swirl to leave, living Trevor in a stupefied state.
Luna Hadid, a young woman with an average background has just gotten promoted to being a full-time worker and was to celebrate with her Boss and other workers. “Do you drink?” She replied; “No Sir, I have zero tolerance for alcohol” “It doesn’t kill, just have a sip” She had no choice but to drink the spiked drink and ended up getting sexually harassed by them. “Aren’t you ashamed of doing this to a woman who could be around your daughter’s age?” Asher Shaw stood out in the crowd with his icy voice. He was able to save her from these older men, but did he save her from himself?
There's a wide stance between 'Fantasy' and 'Dreams', it could be excused when fantasy drives its way into dreams. Emily Miguel, is a 21-year-old super-model who has taken the crown over and over again in the fashion industry. It all runs down to when she starts having intense smutty hardcore dreams, the face which she doesn't recognize gives her the pleasure and a relationship she doesn't have in "the real world". She begins to take an interest in these forbidden lucid dreams. When such a dream is considered forbidden, what happens when it becomes forbidden in both dreams and reality? Will her erotic journey continues when the face of whom pleasure her is revealed?
Sophie Smith, a young woman struggling to find a job to pay off her debts decides to become a Nanny to the daughter of a single father and a successful billionaire Hardin Anthony Hardin has been threading on the single life for four years and he can't help but start to grow feelings for his daughters beautiful Nanny. He wants her and he's not going to let anything or anyone gets in his way.
He is a Popular Singer, a model, he is handsome, arrogant and, filthy rich. He has gotten all it takes to be one's boyfriend, his name is Shaquan. Lia is his manager,she's a 21-year-old orphan who got lucky by becoming his manager at 19. She has a boyfriend, Joshua, he's too overprotective. What happens when Shquan and Lia got wild at a party and had a steamy night? Losing her virginity when she didn't plan to... Turns out there's a reward for everything,you want to know what reward was waiting for Lia and Shaquan? Read on sweeties
Olivia is a 23-year-old young lady, she's extremely beautiful and crazy, she works as a cleaner at a famous hotel and ended up getting fired a day to her payday. She felt depressed for being treated unfairly and drank alcohol like she'll never see the next day. What happens when she woke up to find herself on an unknown bed? How will she react if the unknown person turns out to be someone that was out of her league? This unknown man throws her a card, a card to work as his secretary. Will Olivia grab something that was out of her reach?
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
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.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."