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The Ghost: The Woman Jamia: ‘Where are you?’ Irina: ‘Starbucks,’ I said. ‘I’m having a burnout staying at home, so I am writing my story here.’ Jamia: ‘Is that a love story?’ Irina: ‘Hmmm, not really, but almost a love story,’ I said and placed the straw trapped between my lips. ‘It’s a sad story, though not tragic.’ Jamia: ‘Uh, I don’t like sad endings,’ she said. ‘What are you drinking?’

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.

This story is quite a long one, and it takes a while to get to the sex, but when you do there is quite a lot of it. It covers a lot of different acts, but does not get any more 'wild' than anal sex. The story could fit into many categories, but this is probably the best fit for it. The setting is Australia, and there are some references to the local 'Australian Rules' football code. If there is any of this that you find confusing please make a public comment and I will try to explain it for everyone.

First of all, thank you for giving this story a chance. I would like to grab your attention on few things. 1) English isn't my first language. 2) This is my first story. 3) This story is just my imagination and it do not have any connection with real world. 4) Its my original work and I don't allow or permit anyone to copy my work. 5) Their is nothing like separation, drama and serious fights between the protagonists. 6) This story contains romance, comedy and suspense, means a clićhe story.

---that is an example, he travels around the world in just a year. “Dear, glad you asked.” He excitedly rested both of his arms on his stall, fixing his glasses. “My tour this year is splendid, have I told you about a dragon-lady who unexpectedly falls for her enemy or about the Saga of a heroic human who changed the world?” He paused, “Have I also told about the romantic story of this young despicable boy who got smitten by this beautiful innocent girl full of life, and about a crown prince who sailed three seas to explore those hundreds of islands, just to fall in love with the native chief’s daughter?”

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

"Well, it was just a small event. It was (1:00 AM) In the morning as I was sleeping and suddenly... I heard the sound of an enchanting voice. I was so curious that I wanted to found out what was actually happening at that moment. So I opened my door only to see a ghost coming towards me and for a moment, I had lost control of myself. I couldn't move as my leg wobble on the ground and I didn't know when I fell down. A felt the ground opening in as the person lean towards me only for me to find out that he was a monster. Gosh, I was dying slowly inside of me as I bravely look him in the eyes and just then, my eyes brought out some flames as I shine it on him and he disappear immediately. "That

Those beautiful yet sharp eyes regard me with the same intensity that they gave me in my dream. “Well, fuck.” I curse under my breath. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, any idea what on Earth is happening? Do tell your theories in the review/comment section. Thank you and stay safe! P.S. Clarabelle's story is called "Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits" and it is available here on GoodNovel.

Really, Alain didn’t understand what his best friend’s question meant. Realizing that the innocent man didn’t understand what she meant, Brielle turned her body to face Alain, then started to speak seriously, “That’s the classic way, Al. In line with: ‘You are similar to someone who always appears in my dreams,' or ‘Have we met before? Your face is familiar to me.’ I didn’t expect a famous painter like him to use that ancient method to flirt with you.” Alain blinked slowly as he tried to comprehend the series of explanations from his best friend.

Even when she’s not here, my body aches like she’s draped across me, riding me slow, squeezing me tight, whispering filth in that accent that makes every word sound like sin. I had been planning a very romantic night for us as a Christmas gift to her; I found out from her that South Africans are even crazier about the holiday than we, French people. And since she was so far away from home and in a strange country, I wanted to make it a special holiday for her, but then she tells me we are having a change in plans and I need to meet her at my place at noon. Now, I usually would just guess that to get around her folks (who never liked me,) she would just come to my place earlier, change, and t