In The Dairy of a One-Legged Prostitute, we meet Lila, a one-legged prostitute navigating the chaotic streets of London with humor and resilience. Living a double life, she balances her profession with personal challenges, using wit as her armor against societal judgment. Lila's world is a blend of unexpected encounters, from nervous clients like Mr. Henderson-a timid accountant seeking an escape-to heartfelt moments with her best friend Simon, who provides unwavering support amidst her unconventional lifestyle. As she shares her experiences through candid fourth wall breaks, readers are drawn into her unique perspective on intimacy, connection, and self-acceptance. As romantic entanglements complicate her life further, Lila grapples with questions about love, identity, and societal expectations. With each client encounter and heartfelt conversation with Simon, she navigates the complexities of relationships while confronting the stigma surrounding her profession. When a crisis forces Lila to reevaluate her choices, she embarks on a journey of self-discovery that challenges everything she thought she knew about herself and what it means to be loved. Through laughter and tears, The Tri-ped Diaries explores themes of resilience, empowerment, and the search for genuine connection in a world filled with secrets. Ultimately, this humorous yet poignant tale invites readers to embrace their authentic selves while celebrating the beauty found within life's imperfections.
So, here's the thing about being a one-legged prostitute: it definitely weeds out the timewasters.
The neon lights of Soho cast a lurid glow on the rain-slicked streets. It's a Tuesday night, and the air smells like cheap perfume and desperation. I lean against the doorway of my favorite coffee shop, "The Daily Grind," now more ironic than inviting, given my current profession. The aroma of coffee is replaced by the lingering scent of stale beer and hurried encounters.
I'm Lila, and yes, I hop. I lost my leg in a rather unfortunate bus accident when I was 18. Ironic, really, considering I now make my living using the remaining one. "The Tri-ped," as my clients call me.
Tonight, I'm waiting for a new client, Mr. Henderson. According to Simon, my best friend and confidant, Mr. Henderson is a nervous accountant looking for an "experience." I pull out my phone, check the time, and adjust my skirt, wondering if he'll be more interested in the leg he can see or the one he can't.
A black car pulls up, and a middle-aged man with anxious eyes steps out. He fidgets with his tie and glances around nervously. Time to put on the charm. I push myself off the doorframe and hobble towards him, a practiced smile plastered on my face.
"Mr. Henderson? Welcome to my world."
He looks me up and down, his eyes lingering just a moment too long on my prosthetic leg before darting back to my face. "Uh... hi," he stammers.
I extend my hand in greeting, feeling the warmth of his clammy palm against mine. "Let's go somewhere more private."
As we walk toward the nearby hotel-one that offers hourly rates and questionable hygiene-I can't help but think about how absurd this all is. Here I am, leading a man into a room where he'll pay me for intimacy while pretending that everything is perfectly normal.
(To the reader) People often ask how I do this-how I can separate myself from the work.
Honestly? It's like any other job. You put on a mask, play a role, and try to make the best of it.
The only difference is my mask involves a lot less clothing and a lot more imagination.
Inside the hotel lobby, Mr. Henderson glances around like he's afraid someone might recognize him. Poor guy probably thinks this is some sort of secret society for wayward souls seeking solace in each other's arms-or something equally dramatic.
We take the elevator to the third floor in silence; it's awkward enough that I feel compelled to break it.
"So, what brings you here tonight?"
He shifts uncomfortably as if he's just realized he's about to pay for sex with someone who has an actual disability. "Just... wanted to try something different," he replies weakly.
"Different? You mean like ordering pineapple on pizza?" I quip with a grin.
He chuckles nervously, and for a moment, his tension eases. Good; humor is my secret weapon in these situations.
We reach our floor and step out into the dimly lit corridor. As we approach Room 312, I can hear muffled sounds from other rooms-laughter mixed with moans-a reminder that this is just another night in this city of secrets.
I unlock the door with practiced ease and step inside first, gesturing for him to follow. The room is small but cozy enough; dim lighting casts soft shadows on the walls adorned with questionable art choices-think abstract paintings that look like they were created during an existential crisis.
"Make yourself comfortable," I say as I toss my bag onto the bed and turn to face him.
He stands awkwardly by the doorframe, hands shoved deep into his pockets as if trying to hide from himself. "Uh... what do we do now?"
I take a step closer, allowing my confidence to shine through like a beacon in this sea of uncertainty. "Well, Mr. Henderson," I say playfully, "the first rule of our little rendezvous is simple: no judgment."
He blinks at me as if trying to process what that means. "No judgment?"
"Exactly! You can be whoever you want tonight-no labels or expectations."
I watch as his shoulders relax just slightly; maybe he's beginning to understand that this isn't just about sex-it's about connection in its rawest form.
After some hesitation, he finally nods and takes another step into the room. "Okay... let's give it a shot."
And just like that, we're off on our little adventure together-a dance between vulnerability and desire wrapped in laughter and unspoken truths.
Emma, a successful businesswoman, has rebuilt her life after a painful divorce from her ex-husband, Alex. However, her world is turned upside down when she discovers that Alex's new wife is her long-lost twin sister, Olivia. The revelation sparks a complex web of emotions, family secrets, and rivalries. As Emma navigates this unexpected twist, she uncovers deep-seated family feuds and hidden truths about her past. Meanwhile, Olivia's presence in Alex's life complicates Emma's feelings, leading to a tangled love triangle filled with betrayal, revenge, and ultimately, self-discovery. Throughout the story, Emma must confront her past, protect her business from sabotage, and find a way to heal and move forward. The novel explores themes of identity, family, love, and redemption, weaving a dramatic tale that keeps readers engaged until the very end.
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. .
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.
Becky endured three years of marriage to the cold-hearted Rory. In all that time, she naively reasoned that one day, he'd gradually come to like her. But the second he forced her to kneel down and humiliate herself, she knew she had been wrong about him. This man had no feelings for her at all. So why should she still love him? When Rory gave her the choice between kneeling down and divorcing, she didn't miss a beat and chose the latter. After all, why should she waste her youth on this scumbag? Wouldn't it be nicer for her to just have fun every day with her billion-dollar family fortune?
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
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?
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."