บททั้งหมดของ Chantelle: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled outside, and the rain pounded against the window. Chantelle sat huddled in her bed, trying to ignore the storm raging around her. But it was no use - she couldn't sleep, her mind was racing with thoughts of what the next day would bring. She knew she had to face her uncle, and she was dreading it. Her uncle was a cruel man, and she knew he would not be happy to see her. But she had no choice - she had to do this.Chantelle pulled the covers tighter around her, trying to find some warmth in the cold, dark night. As she lay there, she thought back to how she had ended up in this situation. It had all started when her parents had died, leaving her alone in the world. She had been sent to live with her uncle and his family, and it had been a nightmare ever since. He had never treated her well, and she knew he resented her presence in his home. But she had nowhere else to go, and she was determined to make the best of it. She hears her name "

The doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered." Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help.

Delcan he is tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He has a strong, determined jaw and a confident air about him. He's impeccably dressed, always wearing a crisp suit and tie, with his hair neatly styled. But beneath his polished exterior, there's a kind and sensitive soul. He's loyal and protective of those he cares about, and he has a soft spot for those who are less fortunate. He is very wealthy. He's a successful businessman, and he has a lot of money and possessions. He's the type of person who doesn't have to worry about money - he can buy whatever he wants, whenever he wants. His house is a luxurious mansion, with everything a person could want. He drives a fancy car, and he wears expensive clothes and jewelry. He eats at the best restaurants, and he travels the world in style. Delcan POV_As I was driving home from work, the streets were quiet and still. It was late, and most people were already home for the night. But something caught my eye - a g

Delcan POV I stormed home, seething with anger and frustration. I couldn't believe that Chantelle had rejected me. I'd never been turned down before, and I wasn't sure how to handle it. I thought to myself, "I have so many women who would do anything to be with me. Why did she turn me down?" But even as I raged, I couldn't stop thinking about her. There was something about her that drew me in, and I had to find her. So, I looked up her address and set out to find her. Chantelle POV I sat at the counter, my thoughts racing. I couldn't believe that I had rejected Delcan. I knew I should have said yes when he asked me out, but my fear got the best of me. I kept replaying the moment over and over in my head. His face was burned into my memory, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. No man had ever made me feel this way. Was I making a mistake by turning him down? I shouldn't let my fear get the best part of me.The more I thought about it, the more I realized I had made a mistake. I sh

Delcan couldn't stop thinking about Chantelle. He wanted to see her again, but he knew that she had turned him down. He thought about the spark he had felt when they met, and he wondered if she had felt it too. He couldn't stop thinking about the way her eyes had lit up when they first spoke. He went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. "Fuck." He said. Delcan groaned at the thought of Chantelle looking at his cock with her soft and beautiful eyes, hunger painted on her face. He would press those boobs and she would further press up her soft lithe body towards him and he would clutch her ass with his fist and then wrapping it in a ponytail and pushing her head down to his throbbing dick which she would tentatively take in her mouth and lick the tip. "Fuck Chantelle," softly muttered by Declan as his hands started moving up and down his shaft even more furiously. The thought of fucking her throat and her pussy was driving him crazy. He wanted to make her his. " Holyyyy shittt