Doa Cantik Novels & Stories

Mwajuma whispered, the word slipping past her lips naturally, driven by an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Malkia offered one last, radiant smile before turning and walking out of the room, her golden dress trailing behind her like sunlight. Mwajuma lay back against the impossibly soft pillows, staring up at the intricate silver patterns in the wooden ceiling. She took a deep breath of the jasmine-scented air. She had found it. She had survived the hell of men and found the heaven of women. She closed her eyes, a small, genuine smile touching her lips for the first time in a world.

She thought, undoubtedly turned on but she decided to ignore his sexually charged text by replying with a short response. Dawn: You need Jesus. Halfway through describing how perverted he was, David's text popped up. Dawn: No, I need you, in bed, naked and tied like my favorite barbie fuck doll. What felt like a hot flash started to permeate her body and a feeling of lust swirled through her mind at his text. David: Congratulations, you made my panties wet, can you go away now? She dropped her phone, forcing herself to pay attention to George's continuous dispute but the minute her phone buzzed again, she picked it up.

It was not until the others quieted down that he finally spoke, voice faint. "Isn't the outcome obvious? Ten million. She'll definitely come. And she'll come wearing a wedding dress."