Aku Bego Novels & Stories

It came time for them to take off since there was nothing. “You know about the next stop? It’s a miles away.” “Yeah, Crasher, you’ve told me,” Abednego smiled. "You stay safe and don’t let any invisible spirit cross you over.” “I won’t.” They therefore started moving. Abednego waved to Crasher as he gained speed. They stared at each other until Crasher's image was obscured by trees. Abednego was completely alone now. He slowly slowed down, went back and sat in the corner of the deserted house contemplating his situation. He was scared, more scared than he ever had been. And he loved it. He was free. No one, except for him, knew where he was going or where he would end up. Food was going to b

Ofu asked. “His name is Akagi. He is the best teenage wrestler,” Ibekwe replied. “That is wonderful.” “He is indeed a good wrestler,” Ibekwe said. His buttocks were crying in pain as it pressed the flat, hard wooden surface of the stool he sat on. “How did you manage to win him?” Ofu asked. “Luck was on my side.”

Lakas loob kong sambit at agad naman'g tumango si Beberly. *eZymSeXy_05*

"Let's go to Pidong. It will be fun there tonight; there will be dancing and dinner! Sakaryo will be there to help." I didn't answer right away because I was processing the words she said for a while. "Isn't it embarrassing?" I asked when I understood what she said. "I mean, I'm just new here, and they don't know me," I added. The old woman laughed. "Oh! Don't worry because I already told Pidong that I might take you with me when I passed by earlier. That one is fine, and he's complaining that his skittle is too latite." (Tagalog word, can't translate because of the province words flow)

I lowered my gaze, bracing myself for his inevitable lecture about my greed and inappropriate behavior. But instead, his voice dropped to a low, dangerous growl: "Take it off. Now."

“How dare you speak to us like that when even a lowly servant has more value than you cursed rogue!?” My head buzzed with dizziness, a stinging pain burning my cheek. I shut my eyes, bearing with it. “Next time, you'll know not to let your filthy mouth run loose.” Beatrice landed another heavy slap. “But there won't be next time, because by evening your corpse will be rotting in the dark forest where rogues are buried!”

"You have to pretend to be a girl. That means you're Aliyah tonight. Can you do that?" Abiagan nodded his head fast, his curly white hair bouncing. "Yes, yes! I remember. I'm Aliyah, and you are my boyfriend that is taking me out." Jamie felt his cheeks get hot. "Right, right. And remember, don't talk too much. Let me do most of the talking." Before they got to the bar, Jamie stopped walking. He pulled Abiagan behind a dark building where no one could see them. From his backpack, he took out some clothes and a wig with long, dark hair. They had packed it before coming out, to prevent unnecessary questioning.

Mia Pov “Dare me again… please,” I begged, my voice barely a whisper. I was lying on the rug like a broken, cum-soaked toy. Thick loads leaked from my stretched pussy and ass, my face and tits were glazed white, and my fingers kept lazily rubbing my destroyed clit, spreading their warm seed all over my swollen lips.

But I shouldn't say that to this monkey, right? He let out a sigh so I went back to the fact that I hadn't answered him yet. “You can just say you don't have any money to buy one. Don’t act humbled,” he said. I raised an eyebrow at what he said. Is that so? So what does he want to convey? “Do you really have to show me how poor I am?” I answered him. “I didn't say anything,” he said. “There are a lot of cheap bags in ukay-ukay(s) (Filipino term for black market). Why does it have to be made of bamboo? Aren't you irritated by the strap of that backpack?”

Zayn POV I got even angrier. How could he do this? I had reminded him for weeks. MMB was my favorite cartoon, and they were doing a live show in New York for one night only and he forgot. I turned toward Mom, who was sitting on the couch watching me carefully. “Mom, please take me,” I begged. “Please. It’ll be over before Dad gets back.” “But your father said….” “No, Mom!” I cut her off. “I want to go!”