Novel & Cerita After 3

He is a super private person and I trust him more than anyone. I still had not made up my mind when I walk into the bedroom and turn on the shower. I grab my phone and blue tooth it to the speaker and turn on some music while I wait for the water to heat up. My eyes land on the camera icon and I pull it up. I sit on the side of the tub and stretch my bare legs out, crossing one leg over the other and angling my foot so that my high arch is on display. Then I stand flip the camera around to front facing, turn on the 3 second timer and turn my back to the camera. I cock my leg just a little so that it pushes my butt a bit. After finding the perfect pose I hit the shutter button and quickly rep

He immediately sat down, looking like a puppy. "What?" I turn to Ruby who then cross both arms under her bossom. "You are here to train." She points out. "That's right." I nod and pause. Wait!! I never agreed to this. "Don't worry, it's nothing much." She assures. "Three runs around the training ground." "Three runs?" I look around the huge area then back at her with a blank eyes. 'nothing much? I might as well just die.' ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

“You're just in time for the toast.” The cake box trembled in my hands. “A toast?” “Yeah, the couple. Jean and Marie?” She tilted her head and watched me curiously, almost like I was in the wrong room at a certainly wrong time. Then she pointed at a banner above our heads. Happy third anniversary, Marie and Jean! Three years? I stumbled backwards with a little sway. My brain tried to make sense of whatever was going on. Perhaps it was another Jean, but I was sure I didn't walk into the wrong home. I'd been here dozens of times for house dates.

After a long moment, she said, "Answer." "Academy life was fulfilling and meaningful. I completed three core courses: Emotional Control, Absolute Obedience, and Rational Thinking. My final evaluation was 'Excellent.' My instructor's comment was, 'The most successful rehabilitation case of the year.'" I recited the passage word for word, with no inflection at all. The back seat was silent for a long time. Jack muttered, "She's just like Sophia now." I stared straight ahead, expressionless. The city rolled past the window — skyscrapers, overpasses, billboards. None of it looked like I remembered.

I hated it. After class ended, I changed quietly and left before he could follow me again.

I shivered. "This is just the beginning; you have three days left."

I can’t wait to hear back from him. Three days later, I realize that he’s not going to return my call.

Three Days Later. The red marks are gone. My pussy is weak, but has stopped leaking. My ass is still recovering. I sit on the couch, clutching a cup of coffee in my hand. Thankfully, I came home after that night to a letter from Ambrose stating he is on a short impromptu trip and will be back soon. It gave my body time to heal. For three straight days, I’ve tried to walk away from the taunting memories of that night.