Dulce Secreto Novels & Stories

I waved my sister bye and took a taxi. "Premier Hotel" I said and they taxi nodded. I stared at my too exposed thigh and smiled. Am not a real slut. I should be called a fake prostitute cause am still a virgin. A virgin prostitute. Am a little popular cause of my perfect sexy body. Every men would love to have me. But I deal with VIP. Very Important people. Let's talk about the drug I do use. Rohypnol is a drug also known as forget me pill,Mind eraser, Rophies and so on. Normally it is called "Date rape drug " due its amnesia produced by the drug.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

Dallas opened her mouth to snap back but I kissed her again before she could, slower this time, deeper, pouring every ounce of the frustration, the jealousy that had been eating me alive for weeks, and the raw, unrelenting want that had kept me up every damn night. My tongue swept against hers, coaxing, claiming, tasting the faint hint of the wine she’d had earlier mixed with that unique sweetness that was purely her. One hand slid down her body with deliberate intent, cupping the soft weight of her breast. My thumb brushed over her nipple in lazy strokes until it tightened into a hard peak under my touch.

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.

Elena says to Chloe and walks away. Chloe stares at Elena as she retreats into the house and goes up to her room. At a secret warehouse,Daniel is tied up on a chair. He is unconscious. Eduardo walks up to him and grabs him by the neck. Daniel struggles to breath. Eduardo begins to laugh hysterically. He stops abruptly and lowers his head,whispering into Daniel’s ears, “Where is my daughter!” He says. Daniel looks up at him in fear and stammers, “I_I _do_do_not_kn_know”

Sadiqah said and slammed the door behind her, she opened the gift and saw a neatly home made cookies and a bottle of yogurt “Cookies... For an adult... This woman is from the bush... Where does Musadiq pick her from? And to him, he has the best civilized wife in the world ... Bush people.” She said and hissed , she picked one of the cookies and took a bite. “She cannot poison it abi?” She asked herself. “Hummm, it taste nice ... Sha...” she said and took another bite of it ... Her love for cookies. ......... ...... ....... She folded her hands around him as soon as he wanted to leave the bedroom. He had only come to see her that morning before going to work since Habeebullah is now on holida

Let's go and dance, Cassie soon spluttered after gulping the wine down and with the help of wine on Rinna's head she accepted and all walked to the floor. Yes.....yes...with Baila Comigo the song of Selena Gomez playing Rinna danced just like a trailed model .. dancing like crazy whichwhich soon earned her the attention from the men and with in an instant she suddenly felt two large hands on her waist trying to grind against her from behind. Sorry I can't do this..., Rinna immediately snapped the moment her body got alarmed but the bastard wasn't listening...his callous fingers were instead gripping her thighs in the damaged trouser.

He was serious about this, it was definitely not a spur of the moment question. "Princess, I've been keeping this for days. I was waiting for the right moment, I was going to ask you to go to our a sexy beach getaway and propose to you there. Maybe celebrate with a sexy cake from the little old lady that sells them on her beachfront cake shop." He smirked and winked at me deviously, remembering the naughty cake that we saw she sold for a bachelorette party.

Dalia Penedo Salazar says: Can I ask you something? Mr. X says: Always. Dalia Penedo Salazar says: Why do you keep calling me Doce? What does it mean? Mr. X says: Doce means sweet in Portuguese. And I call you that because you are the sweetest person I have ever met. But if you want me to stop calling you that, I’ll call you Dalia again. That phrase stirred me up. X thinks I’m sweet… sounds strange, but I felt unique to him. I liked the nickname.

He said as she came to stand beside him, her hand touching that of the man she loves. "I heard you've paid the hospital bills." She told him and he turned to look at her. Dulce was a Philippine native, she had a small frame, with long black hair, huge busy and straight legs. Her face beautiful face looked tired and weary. She looked like she had aged twenty years since the last time he saw her, and that had been two weeks ago. "Yes, it's the least I could do for my friend." They remained standing, looking at the man they both loved, hooked to machines preserving his life till he could wake up to do it himself.