Novel & Cerita Good Pop Bad Pop

Love..we all heard about it..feel it...don't know how many stories we have read about this single word love...but what is common in all these stories are that.. Love is something which brings good to us..when everything is going wrong..it makes things right.. For someone..it is happiness... For someone.. It is pain.. For someone, it is that craving.. For which they can't wait... But what happen when this love become Your badluck... There is a saying..that badluck don't leave u easily..it follows you everywhere....oops..that's scary..

I whisper against her skin as I stay still, waiting for her to curse me and push me off her. “Yes?” I ask. She says nothing. I lean up and slowly pull out of her and she let out a soft erotic moan. Then, I drive straight into her again. Hard. She gasps, her eyes flying open before meeting mine. “This feels so…” she stutters. Please say good and not horrible because my dick will fall off if I have to stop now. “Insane.” She completes, hands pinned above her head in forced submission. I pull out of her again, torturously slow before driving back into her warm sleek tunnel with force. She buckles in my hold, her gaze flashing to where we are connected.

“Promise to call everyday? “ “I promise.” “Good, now we’re on good terms.” His smile didn’t drop. “So tell me. What…” “Bye brother, dodo, I’m off to play with baby Mario before he cries himself to sleep.” She said quickly. He chuckled. She would trouble him about not calling and then not up to two minutes into the call, she would get off hurriedly. Her reason, big people talk are boring. “She’s really your little pepper.” Andrea’s voice came back on the line.

A message notification made me to unlock my phone, thinking that it was something related to my businesses but it was Ace, my annoying cousin. 'Don’t forget to attend my party. And bring your girl, I’m dying to meet her'. I got so carried away by my work that I even forgot that I was invited to my cousin’s birthday party that was happening the following night. Ace was like my best friend; he knew everything about me, and I knew everything about him. We had different personalities yet understood each other, and we were inseparable. Ace was very friendly, always making bad choices, a party animal and didn’t give a fuck about his future. No one understood why our bond was so strong even when we

I need that bad boy to fuck me so hard that I will scream his name, thinking about him got me arouse with lust. I could really see me and Harlem being an idol at school, while all the girls will get jealous of me, and the guys will envy Harlem including Jackson. Because he will have the popular girl on his arm. I cannot wait til we build our fountain of love. I could feel the envy of Charmaine losing Harlem to me, that the way the world works. And so far everything will benefit me, I have the perfect plan to ged rid of Jackson. It will have to involve a girl, as dump as Jackson is he will fall for it no matter what. In the end the good girls always win, that what I am a good girl seeking a b

Maddy says. “Alright, it’s settled then! Operation Payback is a go,” I say with a conspiratorial grin.

Every photographer now had top-of-the-line cameras and lenses, along with advanced satellite transmission gear. Everyone was thrilled. Only Eleanor felt a web of emotions that she couldn't quite put into words. She knew the money came from Harrison. He always believed money could solve anything, that it could express his cheap sense of atonement. Just then, the backup phone on the table chimed. A message appeared on the screen. "Wishing you true freedom and peace. I'm sorry." Eleanor stared at the message for a few seconds. Then, she pressed and held the screen, selected the message, and deleted it.

Poppie went through so many withdrawal symptoms I didn’t know if she would make it - she was going through itbad. She had tremors, convulsions and even hallucinations. She looked like she was dying right in front of me. Shespaced outat times that I had to check on her to see if she was still breathing. I cried for her because she was in so much pain and discomfort, I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t take it away and I felt horrible. It had gotten so bad, that I found myself praying to God that she would wake up the next day feeling just a little bit better. Seven days went by and Poppie emerged from the bedroom one night as I was watching tv.