Aku Bego Novels & Stories

After I get detained in the police station, my husband, Gavin Pratt, specifically comes over to bail me out. But I grip a policeman's arm without letting go. "I'm the one who did it! Hurry up and arrest me!" In my previous life, I was surrounded by the family members of a car crash victim. A bar owner and a saleswoman who sold cosmetics were there as well. They claimed that I had gone into a drunken frenzy and stole perfume from the store. On top of that, I even ran a red light and hit someone with my car. I kept explaining the truth to everyone, yet no one believed me. Instead, they all had me surrounded and beat me up till I died. When I wake up again, I've returned to the day I'm de

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.”

He stopped the greetings and asked everyone to submit their assignment first before going ahead with the greeting. Thank GOD I remembered on time else, I would have been in a soup like some of my classmates. *** Agbo is a herb concoction made with different herbs for healing purposes and for strength also. I no get that kind time to dey solve one equation like this - I don’t have that time to solve any equation at the moment. Free me jare - Leave me alone, please Wo - See.

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!”

Jamie pulled Abiagam down their street, not waiting to hear whatever they were saying. They ran through the omega district, their feet pounding on the pavement. Abiagan's wig flew off somewhere along the way, but neither of them stopped to pick it up. They just ran. Finally, when Abiagan started wheezing and couldn't run again, jamie slowed down. They were several blocks away from the bar now, in a quieter part of the district. "Do you think..." Abiagan panted, trying to catch his breath. "Do you think there really is a foreigner?"

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.