Novel & Cerita Beautiful Stories

A story of broken hearts, hidden truths, and unexpected love. The story of a billionaire who lost everything—and found something better. The story of a woman who protected her child against all odds. The story of a boy who brought them both back to life.

Most of them were old, had a pregnant belly and were so short. The other sisters quickly scattered in the courtyard when they noticed him but stayed where I was staring at this wonderful specimen. God’s wonderful creation. I wasn't afraid of him. Why would I? When he told me stories from the outside world. About lights that never flicker off, cars that roar like lions, and women who wear revealing clothes to show off their breasts and ass. He always laughs at my curiosity when I ask him questions. “What does the beach smell like? “Do people really kiss on the street? “Do women outside have my body shape?”

“Happy to have found a new home.” It was a happy ending. You live in a village being an honest person, and overnight you get the woman of your life in the strangest circumstances, a teaching that we can all be happy even in the darkest nights. “Or so I would like to believe it doesn’t.” I had been greatly influenced by what happened in the night before, and I’m sure in most cases I would have finished without a kidney.“Leaving a bar and ending up in a brothel sleeping with the most beautiful woman in the place and without losing a kidney in the process, it even sounds implausible.” I said from nothing.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

“That does not count as a bedtime story,’’ Babybaby finally found her voice. “It is child,’’ the thunder god answered. “No it’s not’’ Babybaby insisted quite stubbornly. “bedtime stories are supposed to be a nice tales with happy ending, all bedtime fairytales are, like the ones Amaka used to read to me, this one is a stupid story.’’ “Babybaby hush it’’ Orchid started, fearing the frown on Shango’s face. “What is a fairytale?’’ he asked instead. “Well it’s the best story there is, a prince falls in love with a princess, a bad witch not happy with the arrangement pokes nose into the matter, the prince cuts her great big nose with his shiny sword, rides away with his love and everybody lives h

But, people often forget or they just avoid it, they are scared to accept the fact. Undeniably, I am an old man, who is living his life carelessly, drinking the whole day and telling you the tales of the world where I didn't live but witnessed what people and what their stories existed there. The more you go with the words, the more you see it is complex, typical to understand as it's not just about one person, one group, or one nation… No, it's more than just one world also. Everything is magic in the Ard, but from where it flows?

here I was drowning myself in self-pity. What was worse was the fact that my fiance had severely injured my mother over something that could have been handled by the authorities which now was something I could no longer use due to my fiance being the center of the damage control that was to take place if the police were to be involved. From floating on air to crashing face first into the sidewalk of misfortune I found myself lost/confused and hurt beyond measure from all of those I once held close to my heart. I felt alone and confused about what I should do next with José, would I forgive him for what he has done? Could I ever forgive her or him...was I capable of being sympathetic to eith

Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.”

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I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”