D'wan Sims Novels & Stories

“I guess I deserve that one.” I went to punch the man again only for him to dodge it, and turn me around. My back was to his chest, and he tightened his grip. “Listen, your mate, my fucking sister, is giving birth right now. The two of us can play wrestling all you want when that is over; however, you two just went through a car accident, and I don’t know the damage that both of you have been through, therefore, you need to be checked up on.” He said, and I growled in warning. “I am not here to hurt you, Dean.”

Samantha The next morning, in the kitchen, I am mixing up some morning shakes before I hit the gym. I have been quite consistent lately, and even though I am yet to see any viable results, I will keep going. Outside all of this chaos, I am still a millionaire, and I need to keep up my sexy appearance. April walks into the kitchen and smiles at me. “Busy morning, huh?” She gestures at the shakes that I begin to take. “Yeah, the gym needs me. I need to keep fit,t after all.”

While his hair was combed back in the same style like he does. His fragrance was alluring. The refreshing scent, she could also smell some hint of woody fragrance and his eyes carried a whole world. Under the moonlight, they looked deeper and right now she was ready to dive in them. Zion was actually in his own world, when he heard his dad clearing his throat to grab his attention. "Zion, Mr. Daniel is talking to you." Aiden Black informed him. "Ohh". He was embarrassed, "I am sorry. I didn't hear you." Zion spoke politely and he extended his hand for a handshake.

The five guys got eye-raped by the girls begging for their dîck as they pushed past the crowd of rich youths in their twenties, searching for Dwan Miller. Finding him wasn't a task Dwan is a noisemaker, and his voice filled the spot he sat in with Tristan his brother and several escort girls surrounding them. Every girl in their angle is totally naked, and Dwan was kissing one of them on his laps. For Damien this job is like a lifetime success cos Tristan and Damien hate each other to the core they both own a business company and for Damien company leading every other companies with Tristan own. And to kill his brother is celebrate Tristan too.

I am going to have a very interesting academic year, and even though I may not be in the Cheerleading team, but I am interested in Damian Anderson. Call it lust, call it to crush or love at first sight. One thing is certain I know he is that fire that I will gladly burn-in.

I replied slowly, my gaze turned to the door before returning to him, His lips curled into an amused smirk. “Maybe not, but I am” “I see” “Okay,” His eyes are watching me. None of us is breaking the silence, his lips slowly spread into a smirk like he got me figured out. Deciding to be bold, I spread my hands forward. His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands.

I just don't know if that Simmon guy can fight. The two men thought for a long time, and when they arrived, they saw Jones Davis waiting nearby, standing next to Simmon, a tall and slender man in casual clothes. This is the first time Cassie has met Javen's good brother in this rumor. It is said that he is a lawyer, and the whole person looks like a dog. Simmon is no worse than Telly, especially the high nose bridge increases the exquisiteness, and the gold-rimmed glasses add a hint of abstinence.

That little smile is taking everything from me, and I am seriously being swayed by him. Damian Shane Dawson is a real magnate, damn it.

“You’ve been creaming your panties for me every day at work. Now cum on my fingers like the dirty girl you are.” His words made her clench hard around him. She tried to stay quiet, biting her lip, but moans kept escaping. “Damon… someone might hear…” “Let them. I want the whole city to know that my assistant screams for me.” He added a third finger, stretching her. “Say it. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” “You,” she gasped, hips rocking shamelessly against his hand. “It belongs to you, Damon. Please—” “Please what?”

We all shed tears while leaving the village and promised to return whenever we got the chance. Seven months later, I sat in my mothers bar. Two weeks ago, I got a call from the principal at London Secondary School. The results were released and I topped the entire district which guaranteed me a scholarship in the state University. I had never imagined that a moment like this would come in my life. Who would have thought that I, Fetty Dzarma, a seventeen year old from the lowliest creek could rise to such an honor. I made it to the state radio and newspaper and my mother bragged for days. This achievement of mine made me realize that everyone has a battle in life and others I know in London w