Bna It Web Novels & Stories

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

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How can a person be so clean without a bit of relevant information? Renea exited the website, logged on to another private detective network, posted a task, and immediately someone replied. B-shop: “What do I need to check?” Renea clicked on Barnie's profile and looked at it. Realizing that he was just a one-star detective. Nameless: “I'm sorry, you don't have enough stars. I need a five-star detective.” Barnie: “What? Are you looking down on me? You didn't even say the task, how do you know I can't accomplish it?”

It was in times like this I remember that my multimillionaire father, whose face never ceased to show on billboards and televisions, was no different from a ketchup-stained serviette— utterly useless. Bracing myself, I slid out of bed and headed into the bathroom to take a quick bath. The location on a branch under the White conglomerate. I seemed to be seeing more of that, surprising. I waddled into the bathroom with heavy feet. # The building was the tallest I'd ever seen, especially when I tried to count the stories at a glance before I was chased away by the scorching song. Emphasizing the company's name, it was painted an overall white with transparent glasses for the outer view.

Then I sat on the leather couch across from his desk, knees together, hands in my lap. Mr. Kane stood up slowly and walked over. He stopped right in front of me. “Spread your legs,” he said. “And touch yourself for me. Slowly. I want to hear exactly how it feels.” My face burned with embarrassment and arousal. I opened my thighs, letting my skirt ride up. I was already wet. I slid two fingers down and gently rubbed my clit in slow circles. “I’m so wet already, Mr. Kane,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “My clit feels swollen and sensitive. Every circle makes it throb. I can feel my heartbeat pulsing right here.”

After thorough search and engaging of several experts, I discovered that the house was in fact in the same spot and was masked by technology which was almost impossible to get. It gets here tonight and if my people are not ready, I will attack on my own. I highly doubt anyone would be able to stop me. “What evil are you thinking of that is brewing a smirk from you”. Claire asks as she walked into the room with more papers which meant more news. I didn’t respond as I didn’t feel like talking but the usual annoying sister of mine held the papers back demanding an answer with the wiggle of her brows. “The machine arrives today”. I responded, snatching the papers from her hands.

I had to. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I found Coach's number. If Kha was joining the team, I needed to be prepared. I dialed the number, waiting for him to pick up. "Coach, it's Conrad," I said when he answered. "I heard we're getting a new safety tomorrow. Is it Kha?" There was a pause on the other end before Coach responded. "Yeah, that's right. Khaos Bane. He's a hell of a player, but you probably already know that."