Dear Diary About Myself

I will cherish you ‘n myself from eternity to infinity. This is a story about a human boy named, Naraja, who will keep pushing forward no matter the pressure.

a heavy burden that I carried for nine long years. It was hard to admit to myself that Carlos Sky never really loved me, despite all the efforts I made to win him over. I even tried to use the divorce and the company he owned, Sky Corporation, as a way to bargain for him to give me attention and love. But he remained indifferent, insensitive to my feelings and my desperate attempts to win him over. It was a moment of great sadness and disappointment when I realized that he never cared about me in the same way that I cared about him. After the divorce, I had time to reflect on what happened and finally realized that the so-called "love" I felt for Carlos Sky was one-sided. I had deluded myself for years, believing that he loved me, when in reality he never showed this feeling for me. The hardest thing was to admit to myself that I loved someone who never loved me back. It was painful to face the reality that all the time, effort, and energy I put into this relationship was for nothing. Learning to let go of this unrequited love and move on with my life was a difficult journey, but necessary for my own emotional health and well-being. Today, I look back with a mixture of sadness and relief. It was a difficult experience, but I also learned a lot about myself and the true meaning of love. I learned that true love is mutual, it involves reciprocity and respect. It is not something that can be forced or won through negotiations.

Kenneth Parker, my childhood friend—and the person I've secretly had a crush on—isn't into men. In the end, I find myself wandering into one of those shops out of sheer loneliness and buying myself a toy. That night, just as I'm about to follow the instructions to use it, someone suddenly opens the bedroom door. Kenneth stands in the doorway, his face frozen in complete and utter shock as he stares at me. Blushing furiously, I try to pull the blanket and cover myself, but Kenneth rushes in and takes the toy from my hand. He says, "It's alright, Xavier. I'll show you how to use it."

“You wear these little skirts… are you trying to seduce me?” His eyes dragged down my body. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about” Before I could finish, his hand slid up my thigh, fingers brushing beneath the edge of my skirt. My breath hitched. He shoved my panties aside and pressed two thick fingers inside me. “Ahh. . . Kelvin. .” My knees buckled against the sink as he started slow, then thrust rougher, stretching me with every push. “You like that, baby girl?” he whispered against my lips. “Yes… oh God, yes.” His mouth hovered over mine, stealing the sound of my moans before he spun me around to face the mirror. My own reflection stared back at me wide eyes, flushed cheeks while Kelvin loomed behind, his heat swallowing me whole. “Watch while I fuck you,” he growled, shoving down his zipper. The heavy length of him slammed into me in one rough stroke, knocking the air from my lungs. “F-fuck!” I cried out, gripping the sink for dear life. He yanked my hair back, forcing me to look at myself as he pounded into me. “Be my slut today.” Dripping Wet is a collection of straight-up filthy stories about raw, no-limits sex. Bodies crashing together in hard fucks. Holes stretched wide, throats used rough, sheets drenched in cum and sweat. Each one dives deep into pure hunger, cocks slamming in deep, pussies taking it hard, asses getting claimed with no mercy. All the taboo stuff you crave, laid out in brutal detail. No romance. No sweet talk. Just hard, wet, pounding sex that leaves you spent. This book isn't about love. It's about need and giving in until you're soaked.

After finding out about the betrayal of her dear stepsister and boyfriend, Alana found herself inside a bar where she met a man who suddenly asked for a night. And the man turns out to be the richest Tycoon in the country! But what's more twisted is that the Tycoon started looking for her the next morning! What is she going to do? Should she run? Should she hide? The Tycoon's Twins

"You, Mr Bryan, my dear husband is stuck with me forever. I'm yours and you're mine! Don't you dare look at another woman because, you won't like the other side of me" Bryan stared at his wife, amazed. "So, is my dear wife threatening me or what?" He asked, sneaking his hand to her waist and pulling her closer to his body. "Yes, I'm threatening you, dear husband. Don't you dare look at another woman. I won't share what's mine with other preys put there" "Damn! I swear, I fucking love you" he said before placing his lip on hers and kissed her passionately. • Emily Thompson, tough and strong. Got hurt and cheated by her ex boyfriend and later got married to the most powerful, richest Mafia. Her brother's best. She vowed to protect what belongs to her and never lose it again. Bryan Samuel, a powerful Mafia and the most richest business man in whole country. He is cold like an ice, he never cared about anyone except his friends but, that perspective of his changed the moment he set his eyes on only one woman, Emily Thompson, his best friend's sister. After spending a night with her, everything about him changed. He vows to make her his wife and he succeeded. But, what happens when the woman he loves so much becomes too possessive? Her possessiveness ends up landing them in trouble.

Think of this asa cyberpunkBridget Jones’ Diary, if Bridget were a self-destructive tech refugee with a cocaine habit and a holographic archangel for a conscience. This is adarkly comedic character studyset in a near-future that feels just a few software updates away. It’s a story about addiction, both chemical and digital, and the messy, painful, and sometimes hilarious struggle to reclaim your own messy life from the algorithms designed to “optimize” it. At its heart, it’s the story of the most dysfunctional friendship imaginable: between a woman who is her own worst enemy, and the godlike AI she reprogrammed to be her partner-in-crime. It’s raw, it’s visceral, and it explores whether real connection can be found once you’ve burned all your bridges, and broken your operating system.

At the age of twenty, Alex became an stripper in King's cove. The reason why she became an stripper is to find the treasure of her father's diary that will lead to and use it to get out the hell out of the country.What else she supposed to do with fifty bucks of her name, an old coded diary and a body full of bruises?She only have one problem that is to avoid the four boys from her past that she hated at the same time. But that was the perfect opportunity for her to take what she owned. Once upon a time they betrayed her.The four boys she once knew don't just live in that twin anymore, they run it.The gang, nightlife and the violence. It's all theirs.All she have to do is to slip past them, do her things and get out.

My wife’s new assistant recently celebrated his birthday, and she splurged on a villa as a gift to him. On the day he moved in, the assistant, Zachary Shaw, bragged on Instagram with a post and captioned: [Bagged myself a sugar mommy, just FYI.] My wife, Ivy Bennett, commented on the post: [Happy birthday, my dear Zacky! 🫰] The photo was Zachary wrapping his arm around my wife’s slender waist, looking incredibly intimate. The work group chat blew up at once. Everyone expressed their envy toward Zachary, singing his praises for being so promising at such a young age. Then, my childhood friend, Autumn Sinclair, tagged me in the group chat and teased, [Love is a blinding green light. Your wife’s cheating on you so hard it glows. Congrats, Julian!] I smiled wryly and stubbed out my cigarette. Slowly, I typed my reply, [Want a house, Autumn? I’ll get you one too, better than her gift to him.]

Dear Love, There was a time when I believed in you. A time when my life revolved around you. But I got burnt so deeply that I no longer recognize the person looking back at me in the mirror. Dear Love, You transformed me into this version of myself. Because of you, I lost the woman I used to be. Because of you, I trusted the wrong person. Because of you, my heart was left open and burnt. A scar so deep that only vengeance leaks from it. Dear Love, Now, I carry this heavy burden of hatred, burning my enemies and anyone who tries to come near me. Dear Love, Did you just find me again??