D'wan Sims Novels & Stories

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.

"His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you want to know him? Are you having a problem with him?" "Ah no, he just dropped my cellphone. I want to ask for compensation." Chloe lied and made the nerdy girl nod. Ara chuckled that she knew Chloe was lying. Nothing has fallen since morning. Only Chloe's brain asked for a rip. Seeing a bad boy just once made Chloe like him immediately. "What are you doing?" asked Ara. "I'm just looking for his social media accounts." Chloe also explained that he was Dj. Maybe on weekends she can see Dj Mashii perform at the club. Just watching him without gett

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

They had all learnt she was an ex-convict. With a snigger, Gibson remarked, "You're just coming out of prison and you already became so rich that you want to withdraw five million dollars? Without elaborating, all Diana did was only smiled back. "Well..." As he spoke, other customers started to take pictures of him and with a smug expression plastered across his face, he reintroduced himself, "I'm Wizzy, the 001 of afrobeat.. Grammy award nominee. You can check out my albums later.."

Those sterling gray orbs, heart shaped face, and brown locks, he was sure that he had seen them somewhere before. "Yes sir" he replied obediently. Turning around his branded shoes he went inside the office to meet hospital's manager. Dawson Wayans, a well known reputed name in the city of Manchester. Everyone knew his name like a chant. He was the legal and sole heir of Dawson enterprises. All the inherited business from his father and seven years of blood and sweat enabled him to make his own empire. His only family was his young brother Jason who was studying in Australia. After analyzing the record of donations until the past year, he ended the meeting.

“Call me Jordan.” “Name’s Dwaine,” he says with a flash of teeth. Dwaine is in his mid to late twenties with beautiful ebony skin. He’s maybe an inch shorter than me and he’s wearing a black suit that’s not as expensive as Larry’s, but it still looks good on him. His chocolate eyes are inquisitive and he’s more handsome when he smiles. I don’t see a ring on his left ring finger and decide he’d make a good hookup if he didn’t work for the Pronghorns’ organization. What can I say? I’m twenty-one and I’ve been celibate for months.

’’ Riley says in a calming voice trying to keep Dee focused. ‘Only my family calls me Dee, you do not get to call me that!’ Dee proclaims focusing her stare on Riley. ‘Sorry’ Riley says softly ‘Amadee, you want to tell us what happened don’t you? You should at least be comfortable while you do that’ she replies, looking to Stewart than signaling towards Dee’s cuffed wrists. ‘Sure, why not!’ Stewart huffs as he uncrosses his arms and gets up from his side of the table walking towards Dees. ‘Well, hold them out’ he says demandingly with the key in his hand.

And now that we are all walking together, it just feels so amazing, even though it’s not perfect. When we reach the elevator, it takes a few seconds before it opens. And when it does, who we see makes me to almost lose my breath. It’s Daniel Sims. He’s standing in the elevator with his hands in his pockets, just staring and smiling at us cynically.

Donovan continued to read the note, his eyes scanning every word. '- I call you Papa because you have always been my provider as well as my protector. I also call you D because it feels intimate and close, a name just between us. And when I fall out of line, I call you Sir because that's your rule, and this is the part that I am most afraid of.

Danika Williams It was a tiring day, I was on the ramp all day, with those hot lights blasting on my face and high heels which I think were invented to murder feet. I just wanted to go home, shower and have sex with Henry. Henry wasn’t my friend or my boyfriend. He was a guy I have sex with sometimes when I am not dating anyone. He is totally gorgeous but unfortunately he is a dolt. You can’t have a normal conversation with him, his IQ is that low. But its good sex, also he just leaves after we are done so I don’t have to worry about getting rid of him like some other guys.