My name is Lisa and I am only attracted to girls. I realized that since the day I began to feel my genitalia. But no one must know about it; not when I live in a religious girls' high school. It is considered unholy to love a fellow girl. It is against the school rules, and a rumor about it will result in the expulsion of the involved students. I wouldn't want to be expelled. I fear the humiliation it holds and the disappointment it might bring to my parents. My parents sent me to this religious school for a sort of cleansing from my abominable choice of sexuality. Although they failed to understand I didn't choose to like girls, I do not want to be expelled back to them or see them hurt more than they are hurting. So, I dwelled in secret; surviving the co-habitation of other girls until Uriel came along. I couldn't resist Uriel's sweet sculpted face, endowed body figure, and perfect curvy lips. I couldn't withstand her charm. So, I decided to risk everything and have that 'unholy' relationship with her. For Uriel, I could face the world and fight, but I didn't consider if Uriel would want the same. After I kissed her and confessed my feelings, I saw maybe, just maybe, I should have remained in the closet and had my secret buried with me. Uriel received me with disgust, exposed me to everyone, and had me expelled from school. My life turned left. I hated myself for years and ended up living in lies about liking men. Now she is back, apologizing and professing her undying love. Should I believe she reappeared to love me right? Should I embrace my unquenched feelings for her or take on the revenge I've always wanted?
PROLONG:
"I do not want anyone around you," Octavia cried. "Can you stop those men from coming to you?"
It is provoking to hear her demand I change my life for her. I chose to have those men with me. It is my choice!
"If you can't live with it, we should stop being friends." I declared.
"I know you are hurting, Lisa."
"You know nothing.
"I know those men disgust you. I know you like girls; you like me."
She is not wrong now. Every stay with those men kills me a thousand times. But not anymore, I am done liking girls.
And oh, she is wrong, I do not like her; not in the way she wants.
"I will go in for a shower," I said, hoping to end the conversation.
"It has been years," but she called me back. "How long do you want to punish yourself for Uriel?"
"Don't bring her up."
"Why? Do you still want your precious first love?"
"Shut up!" I flared to Octavia and gripped her neck. "I said...Don't bring her up!"
Octavia struggled under my grip, choking and hitting my hands to let go. I refused to until I saw teardrops in the corner of her eyes.
"Eishh!" I released her and she began an endless cough which bothered less to me.
"I..." She lifted a hand at me. "I...am fine," she said amidst coughs.
Who cares?
I made my way to the washroom again but Octavia called after me.
"Hold on, Lisa!" She stretched and twisted her neck. "Am I not beautiful?" She asked out of nowhere.
Octavia isn't only beautiful, but she has the prettiest boobs I have ever seen. Well, after Uriel.
"I am not doing this with you."
"I am here asking for a chance to make you happy."
"When will you give up? I am done liking girls, Octavia. I am done!"
"I want you. I can do anything to have you."
"You will only be a friend."
"I want more. Make me more for you, please." She begged desperately.
"Octavia..."
"You only want me as a friend? Then make me a friend with benefits."
"What?"
"Have sex with me. Make me your sex partner."
A sharp thrill passed through my belly as the sex word came upon me, and I stood unsure of how to respond.
"Be careful of what you ask for, Octavia."
"I want you, Lisa," she closed the space between us. "You know I have always wanted you."
"I will go in for a shower," I swallowed my uprising interest. "And I will pretend we didn't have this conversation."
Octavia nodded and when I thought she was back to her senses, she took my hand and forcefully slid it into her panties, on her organs, onto her wet clit.
"What...are..." I stammered.
Oh god! So soft and fleshy.
"I want you, Lisa. Make love to me, fuvk me, do whatever, I will give up myself for you."
"Octavia..."
"Please...Lisa..."
I shut my eyes, trying to subdue this mess but the moment she guided my finger into her honeypot, I knew Octavia would not only be a roommate and a friend, but she would also be my daily dessert.
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POV: LISA:
"Lisa!"
I scowl on hearing my name. I welcome everything but to be screamed up like that and no, I won't answer to such a calling.
"Lisa!"
I ignored whoever it may be and returned to cleaning the medical equipment on the table. I have only a few minutes to finish before joining the other hailing students at the school field.
I am neither a medical practitioner nor a student. I am barely sixteen and a student at 'Louis Nobis Girls High School'. As the infirmarian, I am the superintendent of the clinic in the absence of Reverend Sarah, the school nurse.
Although I have no plans of becoming a doctor or nurse, I was awarded the post on the merit of my emotional attachment toward students.
"You are the most caring and loving of them all," Reverend Therese would always tell me.
No, I am not as caring and loving as everyone believes. I only feel obliged to care for those I find pretty and sexy.
You heard me and please, do not say that to anyone.
Schooling in an environment filled with girls in their prime, I struggled daily to remain unaffected by their beauty. And to keep my affection in check, I hide behind being kind to everyone, living in pretense and lies.
Whereby the Reverend Sisters believed my lies, they made me the infirmary prefect and here I am, cleaning the clinic tools and counting the days I get freed from the disgusting smell of drugs and disinfectants.
"Lisa!''
The door banged open and the screamer rushed in.
"Lisa..." she held her knees to catch her breath. "Lisa...'' Another attempt to speak failed.
"What now, Gabby?" I asked uninterestingly, still wiping the blood-stained forceps.
And that, I hate the smell of blood.
"Uriel..." Gabby coughed and that name had me looking up at her with instant enthusiasm. "She...''
"What happened to Uriel?" I dropped the forceps and took to my feet.
"She is bleeding...and...''
I ran out as fast as I could, abandoning the shuttering Gabby, disregarding the rules not to leave any student alone in the clinic without my presence.
I collided with students as I raced to the school field aiming to nothing but to find Uriel.
You see, running within the premises is against the rules. At Louis Nobis, we are expected to walk as holy as the Reverend sisters at all times; even when pressed to the butt.
I understand the effect of a senior breaking the rules, but what can I do when Uriel is bleeding out there? Gabby who also felt the urgency ran her way to me. So we shouldn't be blamed.
I dashed into the field, onto the paused match. The hailing from earlier has ended and students gathered in circles, murmuring and panicking.
There is an ongoing intra-contest among the four hostels in the school. The Blue, Green, Red, and Yellow hostels are all in a tough soccer competition, playing their best for the prize.
The Green and the Red hostels are scheduled to play in the evening while the Yellow and Blue hotels will score for the winner this morning.
The two winning hotels at the end of the day would compete with each other next Saturday, and the final winning hostel would be crowned the QUEEN hostel of the year. This implies that students boarding in the Queen Hostel are free from school labor and other internal work until the end of the school session.
It is a big deal for students to take the crown. No one likes to be summoned for labor or called out for minor chores. Every student wishes for labor relief so, they boost the energy of their players by cheering out their gullets and hoping for a miracle.
Uriel among other spectators, had gone to the field to support their team. Too bad she got more than she bargained for; and worse, the match is on hold for her injury.
Who is Uriel you asked? Well, she is a junior and my mentee. The truth is that I see her beyond my junior and mentee. She means more than I can explain and right now, I need to see her bleeding face before I go nuts.
At the age of ten, everything and nothing gained meaning to Susana after the sudden disappearance of her mother. She once believed her father had something to do with it until her mother began to send her birthday presents and lots of money claiming it was the only way to keep up her negligence. She could go with that, after all, her mother is alive, or so she thought. Years later, her path unexpectedly crossed with the perfect billionaire son who brings light to her lost ambitions. But there, a lot must be given, and being unwilling to have her free life chained in the disguise of LOVE and CHANGE, brought her into struggles to decide between staying the same or being conquered by Patrick's advice. Patrick, whose home is the definition of scripts, believed Susana's carefree life will bring him a bright atmosphere. The deeper he sinks with her, the more he dwelt in her style. He knows she is the mood he ever wanted but there are things to set right before he loses himself in her world. Getting to know her better and her reasons for being so untamed, an ugly revelation about her mother's whereabouts began to unfold and have him caught in the web. All were down to hard choices between family and love. Can they rebuild on a forgiving slate? Or will they ignore their feelings and dwell in a cage of revenge?
After the uptight billionaire's son, Greg, had an intimacy with a male stranger, the incident aroused a keen quest about his sexuality which he had been in denial of. Soon, he acknowledged and accepted his preference. When Autumn bred a new session, he fancied and fell in love with the new hottest guy in school. Meanwhile, this hot guy, Nicholas, enrolled in the school in search of someone to whom he must attain his wrongdoings and win his love. He must not pay attention to anyone's feelings until he finds HIM. It was a challenge for Greg to captivate Nicholas's heart, but he refused to give up. Despite the hard time, Nicholas put him through, he tried his best to show his intention. When Nicholas couldn't avoid the existence of Greg, he paid little attention to him, and there, he discovered who he was and was swept by how such a person would want him. It became difficult for Nicholas to make a decision. He did not know if he should continue his search for the one he loves or focus on the one who loves him.
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
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."
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."
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?
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
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.