"Am so hard for you right now." I said to the sexy girl in front of me. "Have sex with me and I will give you lots of money." I added, hoping she would let me have her, instead tears start to stream down her cheek, which made me felt a tug in my heart. "You owe me from last night." I said to her as she looked at me innocently. "What do you mean?" she asked in a low tone, tears still streaming down her cheek "Did you say how?" I replied to her as I groan, getting more hard as i stare at her big round full boobs. Lizzy Spencer is a definition of man magnet and had a killer body. After loosing her parents at a young age, she has been striving hard to make a living, with alot of problem to solve, but everything took a turn when she met (Don Dawson) Don Dawson, also called The Trillion Dollar Man, he was wealthy, devilishly handsome, and was a bit proud of himself. Don never believed in love, all he does is have a threesome with ladies and do away with them. Love was just a four letter words to him, he only believe in power and money, until he set his eyes on her, and she became his desire. What will happen when the trillion-dollar man finds the same girl who ran away from the club on his private suite? Will he let her go scot-free, or will he make her pay for defiling his bed without his permission?
LIZZY POV :
" It's high time I get my butt off the bed and pick up that damn phone, it has been ringing simultaneously with the alarm clock since dawn," I reluctantly mumbled to myself while still almost slumbering in sleep. The incessant ringing tone eventually made a waking noise in my ears causing me to jolt out of sleep. I rolled on the bed and stretched my hand to grab my phone from the vanity table close to the bedside. It was a call to announce the day and time of an interview for the job I have applied for, pressing the phone to my ear to listen to the soothing voice of the receptionist, viola, whose one point of duty is to always check calls to make an interview appointment with the applicants. I live alone in this town and it gets tiring sometimes, but my seamless struggle for survival, job, and success, including seeking employment in big firms, was one of the reasons I haven't given up on life. "How are you, Lizzy?" She asked in a worried tone. You are part of those applicants whose names have been selected and scheduled for an interview." Her tone was more exasperated now. She always worries about me and I have told her countless times that she didn't have to.
Viola is nice, kind, and humble. She has been very concerned about me and interested in my story since the day she set her eyes on me and was able to erase my past Okay viola, I heard you thank you for contacting me" I responded happily. I hate to talk about where I work. I mean, who would be so proud to tell the world that she works in a bar where she serves food for horny men. But I try, I try so hard to do away with those shameless men before they try to get a hold of me. "I get it, dear." Viola heaved a sigh over the phone. "Be hopeful that you will get a job soon." She was such an optimist, and that was one of the many reasons I like her. "I have a task to perform and so I will be off the phone now, will expect you over as soon as possible" She announced and I shrieked. I have longed for the longed job so much and can't wait to be welcomed into that company. I finished with my phone, and shot a deadly glare at my room, as untidy as I left it yesterday night. "Why does this alarm clock ring instantly without control? I swear that I thought the roof was on fire..."
I must do something about this clock so that this annoying and uncontrollable alarm sound can get corrected. The sound is deafening and can cause trouble. My eyes were clear and I'd myself back as the sleep was off me. I have to stay today, I need to check out a few more applications. Can't just depend on one promising interview and stay at home sulking all day. We have to struggle!" I reminded myself and stood up to prepare for the day in agreement with the decision.
Flash back to the early day of my settlement in this neighborhood, I love strolling out for pleasure. This very day.
It was very early in the morning, and the streets were clean and deserted. I was walking the streets to get acquainted with the neighborhood. As I compared the tower clock with my watch I realized that it was already much later than I had thought, I had to hurry, the shock of this discovery made me unsure of the way, I did not yet know my way very well in this town; luckily, a policeman was nearby, I ran up to him and breathlessly asked him the way. He smiled and said: "From me, you want to know the way?" "Yes," I said, "since I cannot find it myself." "Give it up! Give it up," he said, and turned away with a sudden jerk, like people who want to be alone with their laughter.
I didn't let that mock bother me an inch, as I moved on to see what street is next, I spotted a building.
Who would expect an Embassy to be located near a ghetto as the one I live in, nobody. Nobody could have expected it, or be expecting it. It's a surprise to us all.
Next street to the embassy is an old looking building, the health center. On the other side, a row of private residences, most of them belonging to the old people of the neighborhood. They have old-fashioned pillars on either side of their front doors, and it's widely believed abandoned and old swimming pools out back. The embassy, by contrast, is not very grand. It is only a four- or five-room building at some point in the thirties, surrounded by a red brick wall, about eight feet high. And back and forth, cresting this wall horizontally, flies a shuttlecock. They are playing badminton in the Embassy.
When the weight of the loneliness of the night begins to lift and my night feels like the worst of all nights, I look on to Tarquin.
Tarquin was all soft blindness and
deep brown eyes that penetrated the
the very essence of me.
She was my first love affair and I adored him with all my being.
Her ever-listening ear was always
willing to share the highs and lows of my life, delight in my joys, and soak up adolescent angst. She still exists till I grew older; like I found my forever love.
Put aside, but never erased from
my life, Tarquin just lingered on the
fringe. Soft blindness now a dull patchy
brown, eyes faded, she inhabits a rocking chair.
Lisa, a driven doctor new to the bustling city of Pietermaritzburg, finds herself in the backseat of a taxi going nowhere near her destination. Enter Dali, a charming taxi driver and self-proclaimed hustler, who takes it upon himself to get her there. Worlds collide as their paths cross, sparking an undeniable connection despite their vastly different backgrounds. Together, they navigate the vibrant chaos of Pietermaritzburg, their lives intertwined by fate and a love that defies expectations.
PROLOGUE Sinfully handsome Spanish Billionaire . Leonardo Delgado , Calm , Confident ,Rich and classy . listed as the one of the most successful young billionaires in the world leo has the world's attention . Everything seems fine in his own little world but what happens when he is constantly pushed to get married by his mother who has sworn to tie him down before his 30th birthday ? Walking in on his girlfriend of two years naked in bed with his Step brother ,Leo wants nothing to do with commitments and relationships . What happens when he's put in a situation where he might need the help of someone he never noticed ? . IMANI LERATO Twenty five years old sweet beautiful South African Nigerian Lady . Born to a South African father and Nigerian mother Imani is raised to meet the standards of the African society , go to school , get a job be successful and of course get married . Things go wrong when she's almost 26 and there's no chances of her getting married anytime soon. With the pressure of marriage coming crazily from her mother who seems to leave no stone unturned , Imani is put in a situation ... When her Boss who has never noticed her puts forth a crazy enticing proposal which she can't seem to ignore . ★ EXTRACT " Sir ?" " What don't you understand miss lerato ? I want you to be my fake girlfriend for a few months " He said his Spanish accent dripping from each word . She stared at the tall handsome blue eyed Dev*l infront of her like he suddenly grew horns . Was this a new tiktok trend or what ? Yeah this is definitely a tiktok trend . But his next words proved it was far from a tiktok trend . " I'm willing to pay any amount" he said and her jaws literally dropped. " Sweet baby Jesus " she cursed under her breath .
Pregnancy slap!! Wendy Finch was smacked in the face. Her skin tingled with pain and her heart buzzed. She staggered a few steps back, one hand instinctively covering her bulging belly while the other hand held her swollen cheek . ”Wendy, you heartless bitch! ,how dare you do this to Eris ?. You’ve always been against us ever since my daughter and i became part of this family. To think that you would resort to hurting Eris with a knife……. If anything bad happens to my daughter, i will never forgive you Wendy Finch”. Cacia Brown turned away then and walked to the living room . She crouched to the floor and held her bleeding daughter . ” It’s not my fault! i didn’t do anything” Wendy clutched at Brian Oliver’s sleeve as though it was her last lifeline ”Brian , trust me , please, i really didn’t do anything!” Brian asked , shaking her off and glaring at her with burning eyes. ” there was nobody else in here besides the two of you!!, are you saying that Eris hurt herself on purpose? ” But she did!, she stabbed herself!” ” you bitch!, go to hell”
Everlasting Adoration : A Romantic tale He remained adjacent to her bed and gazed at her face in keep thinking about whether it's genuine. A grin showed up all the rage seeing her vacillating eyelashes as she was awakening. Nonetheless, her response was not the same as what he had anticipated. " Pak" He gazed at her in shock as he covering his face with his palm. Did she simply slap him? Zhao Ming's mouth was open in unadulterated dread when she understood what she recently did. She slapped the Head. The horrible scandalous Ruler of Ji Line? ' Am I going to bite the dust once more? I just came to this world, do I need to pass on once more?' …. She was the Ruler of the Ji Tradition, however in name as it were. Never been dealt with or regarded as the Ruler, and seeing the most obviously awful of the royal residence, the life allowed her one more opportunity to sparkle as what her identity is. One day when she woke up, she tracked down her in new environmental factors. The world was brimming with individuals utilizing weird things and in a world that was a completely different from hers. Can the Sovereign of Ji Administration make due in this serious world? ** She was the spouse of the most extravagant money manager in the country with the standing of only garbage. She was marked as an insubordinate whelp, indecent lethargic lady. At the point when she opened her eyes one day, she regarded herself as in some abnormal world. Blessed Sh *t! She turned into the Ruler of the Ji Tradition. Might the insubordinate, improper lethargic lady at any point conform to the savage, severe royal residence world? Will she change or influence the world all things being equal? Might the Ruler at any point become acclimated to her being proactive in each and every thing? Indeed, even in bed? The Head idolizes his significant other to the point that she feels tired, how might a man be this charming? It's unlawful for men to be this charming. … She pushed him on the bed and sat on his body while checking out at him with her enticing eyes. " Zhao Ming, what..what would you say you are doing?" " Shh...Your Greatness, you simply have to unwind. I will accomplish practically everything." She inclined in and fixed his lips with his clammy lips making him insane for her much more. This title is so interest proceed to get ur popcorn and hold on well
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Accused of murder, Sylvia Todd's mother was deemed a traitor by the entire pack, condeming Sylvia to live the rest of her life alone in humiliation as a lowly slave. All she wanted to do was to prove her mother's innocence somehow, but fate never seemed to be on the side of the traitor's daughter. Still, Sylvia never lost hope. As the future lycan king of all werewolves, Rufus Duncan possessed great power and status, but he had an inexplicable reputation for being cruel, bloodthirsty, and ruthless. Unbeknownst to everyone, he had been cursed long ago to transform into a killer monster on every full moon. Even though fate did not always look upon the two, it brought Sylvia and Rufus together as each other's destined mates. Will justice be served for Sylvia's mother? What about Rufus' secret? Can Sylvia and Rufus defy all societal norms and stay together? Will these two unlucky souls have their happy ending?
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 two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.