Mag-log inMara’s POVI don’t know when the dreams started. Maybe around twenty. Maybe earlier. But now that I’m twenty-five, they feel like part of me like breath, like heartbeat, like something I can’t shake off no matter how hard I try.Tonight, I stay up late again, sitting on my side of the bed with my diary open on my knees. The small table lamp casts a warm yellow glow over the room, soft enough that the shadows look gentle, not scary.I write slowly, my fingers shaking a bit.“The angel came again last night.”It feels strange to put it into words. Strange… and a little embarrassing. I’m a married woman. A normal woman. Or at least I try to be.Tobi—my husband, is asleep down the hallway tonight. We argued again about nothing and everything. About how long we’ve been trying for a child. About how tired I look. About how I “cry in my sleep,” as he puts it.If only he knew why.I take a breath and write more:“She had the same long blonde hair… the same bright eyes… the same wings. She ne
His eyes, carried numerous emotions. I could tell he would wreck me with that rod between his legs. At this point, I craved it. Perhaps my life depends on it.“Look at me, Andrea.” His sharp voice was like music to my ears. But I was looking, however, not at his face.“Your tongue is no waste, I must admit.” I chuckle; he only half smiles before dropping his pants. Now he stood naked from his waist down. Fucking Christ!!!The head of his cock dangled beneath his shirt. I barely saw all of him, but I knew one thing for sure. I was getting gutted out tonight. The anticipation almost made me come again.“Spread your legs open for me, Andrea…. Let me see you.” Without hesitation I did, and he hissed, one hand fisting his hard cock, the other ruffling his already disheveled hair, thanks to me. “Please, preacher…. Save me from this unclean madness… please.” My slurry voice echoes in the room. I swirled my waist sexily, biting my lip as I pushed my hips higher, granting him more access to
Andrea’s pov“You need cleansing!” My father's voice thunders in the room. But my eyes are not on him but on the young man who stood by the hearth—dressed in white.He was too manly, too handsome to be a preacher, but guess fate had other plans for him. All my life my father hated me for reasons so ridiculous I often laughed whenever I recalled them They say he wanted a boy but ended up having a girl, and worse? Mama got complications after my birth; there was no way of having another child. That only increased his hate toward me. “Gerald please…. Take it easy with her; she is our child.” Mama’s pleas echoed in the still night.“She is cursed, Sarah!” He stomped his feet; silence followed, heavy with their breaths. The unusual composure I gave was shocking, even to me. Perhaps because of the man in front of me. He met my gaze, straightforward. A certain aura oozed off his presence; when our eyes met, he smirked, so short I almost missed it. “Please, priest, do what you must to
The only time I actually prayed was right now. It's one thing to get caught cheating, but it's another when it's your girlfriend’s sister. She approached the table with a half smile. “Babe, are you alright?” “Yes, yeah, I'm fine.” Stacy blinked, unsure, “Then why are you sweating under the air conditioner?” It seemed luck was not on my side because currently Elena began to unbuckle my pants. You might be wondering where she is. Immediately after the notification from my secretary, Elena was quick to hide beneath my desk. The perfect hideout, until now. “Babe, I asked a question. Is everything alright?” Stacy’s voice resonates again. “Yes, yes, babe, I'm fine, just uh…” My voice cracked, not because of the tension but because Elena just took me into her mouth. Damn! This girl was being extra daring; her sister was right here in the room, a step away from us. “Just what?” Stacy blinked. “It's nothing. Why are you here?” I tried to stay composed, but my coc
Nico’s POVWhat do you do when you find yourself in a dark situation? Not just any kind but a crisis that has you questioning your self-discipline.My company stands as one of the fastest growing in the country; we have outdone every target set, and it is soaring vastly.Having accomplished all of this, I was yet to have a wife, but I did have a girlfriend, Stacy.We met at a summit in New York two years ago, became friends, and began our romance early this year. Stacy was perfect for me, the precise woman I needed in my life as a CEO. I loved her in the little way I could; hurting was never my intention, but when appetite tightens its grip on your neck, you find yourself slipping through the thin road, with no one coming to save you, except you do it yourself.“Can I tell you a secret? My pussy quivers whenever you are near.” Those were the words she said to me. I did not imagine we would get to that point, but we did.Elena, my girlfriend Stacy's younger sister, was only eighteen
Ria’s pov “I hate him.” “No, you don't. You're just pissed he won't call off the wedding.” My best friend was right — but shame, guilt, and anger dazed me. “Ortega would never be happy with that tramp. We both know that.” Emma sighs before tossing a book my way. “Focus on our upcoming project, Ria. Ortega will never be yours. Your father and brother would pull off his fangs if they ever found out he touched you.” Six days ago, this man had done unspeakable things to my body. Yes, I pushed him into his actions, and no — I do not regret it. But how could he still agree to marry Linda? “It doesn't justify him ignoring me after our play in the woods. It's been days, Emma. He doesn't even speak to me anymore.” “Have mercy on the poor guy. He must be feeling regretful for his actions.” Just then, my mama walks into my room, a smile on her face. “Hey baby, your dress just arrived!” she squealed. Yeah, great. My dress for a wedding I want canceled. “Don't you like it?” Her face fe







