Honey Lemon Soda Ch 72

Honey was broken hearted when miss victoria saw her at the bar drinking alcohol alone.because of drunkenness,naikwento niya sa matandang dalaga ang lahat ng masasamang naranasan niya sa kanyang ex-boyfriend.her ex-boyfriend didn't physically hurt her,but the emotional pain she experienced from the man was overwhelming,that almost destroyed her human being.miss victoria offered her help,and she accepted it without hesitation.ipinasok siya ni miss victoria sa CLUB DE MUJERES INDEPENDIENTES na pag-aari nito.at sa organisasyong iyon ay natutunan niya ang maging matapang at tulungan ang kapwa kababaehan na nakatatanggap ng pang-aabuso galing sa mga kalalakihan.four years later,miss victoria prepared her for the reunion with her ex-boyfriend.na isa nang CEO.because of the extensive connections miss victoria has,she will be the new secretary of her ex-boyfriend Arcanghel De cruz Peter.ano kaya ang mararamdaman ni arcanghel sa muli nilang pagkikita?pagsasalitaan na naman ba siya ng masasama at itutulak na naman siya palayo? that will never happen again,because in the four years they haven't seen each other,she was ready to give back to arcanghel all the pain and suffering she had experienced before.and she will make sure that the billionaire,arrogant and womanizer Arcanghel De cruz Peter,will kneel before her. WARNING:SPG This story contains bad language and scenes. if you are aged eighteen and under.i remind you to skip the offensive scene in this story,and strict parental guidance is required.

"Jealous?" He repeated. "I have no reason to be jealous of him." He leaned in, our faces inches apart. "If I wanted to, I'd have you." He whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "But you can't." I swallowed. "We're just friends." "Friends." He breathed. "And friends don't get jealous." I whispered, my lips brushing against his. "Friends don't 'have' each other." Yet here I was, straddling him in the front seat of my car, my legs on either side of his hips, our bodies pressed together. I could feel his arousal through the fabric of our clothes, and I unconsciously rubbed against him, seeking friction. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, holding me still. "Fuck, Jo." He brushed his lips against mine in a teasing kiss, and I let out a whimper, my hips jerking. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I deepened the kiss. As our tongues slid against each other, I tasted the familiar taste of his lips, like burnt honey mixed with whiskey. It suddenly dawned on me that friends shouldn't know how they tasted. * * * Josette Wynters has spent her life moving from town to town because of her parents demanding job. She had looked forward to building her life at Cedarville and for the first time in her life, Josette felt like she was finally happy. That was until she caught the eye of Evander Lloyd. The notorious bad boy of Cedarville high. She had tried to avoid him, yet it seemed fate had other plans and she soon became his obsession.

Introduction: Après mon obtention du diplôme de licence en traduction, j'étais à la recherche d'un emploi. J'avais entendu parler d'une opportunité de job dans l'entreprise White angel. C'est une entreprise spécialisée dans la réalisation des vêtements et la production des produits cosmétiques. Ils avaient besoin d'une secrétaire bilingue qui soit capable de traduire et interpréter de l'anglais vers le français et vice versa. C'était comme une coïncidence,j'avais le profile demandé. J'ai déposé ma candidature. Mais le jour de mon entretien avec le PDG de l'entreprise,ma vie change complètement. Apparemment, il venait de perdre son épouse. Il m' a embauché pour devenir la nourrice de sa fille et non sa secrétaire. Moi: Pourquoi moi? Pourquoi ne cherchez vous pas une autre personne pour ce job? Lui: Ma fille se sent à l'aise avec vous Mlle Catherine Bintcha. Vous êtes là seule personne qui sait la consoler quand t'elle pleure. Moi: Mais j'ai été embauché comme secrétaire déjà. Je ne pourrai remplir deux tâches à la fois! Lui: Ma fille a plus besoin de vous que moi. Je m' en passerai de vos services de secrétariat. Moi.... Lui: Combien d'argent devrai-je vous payez pour le poste de secrétaire? Je promets de quadrupler cette somme si vous acceptez de travail pour ma fille. Moi: Euh...Je dois réfléchir. Lui: Je prends cette réponse pour un oui. Revenez demain matin à la première heure et je vous ferai signer la première partie de votre chèque. .....

One person Liora Hayes hates? Tristan Cole. One person she never want to see again? Tristan Cole. If she could go back in time and erase anyone from her life? Tristan Cole. ____ Liora Hayes had it all, wealth, a loving family, and a bright future. Until “He” showed up and destroyed it all. Her father’s empire crumbled, followed by everything she has ever cherished, all because of the man she once trusted.Now, years later, in her darkest hour, Liora has no choice but to enter a contract marriage, with that same man to save her brother. But what if the man, Tristan, isn’t after just a marriage contract, and wants her heart. Will Liora let the man who ruined her claim what’s left of her? Or will love be her ultimate undoing? One man. One shattered heart. And love that could either heal or break her. *EXCERPT 1** “I hate you,” I spat, my voice trembling with fury as I glared into his eyes. “I know,” he murmured, a wicked calm in his gaze. “That’s why I’ll wait, until every last drop of it burns away.” **** Host: “Mr. Cole, the media’s going crazy. Is it true Lady Liora once tried to run you over with her car?” Tristan turned to me with a smirk “Just once? Give my wife her deserved credit please.” I merely rolled my eyes. “You were in the way.” Host (nervously): “Then… could that means the rumors regarding Mrs Cole not being in good terms with you true?” He leaned back, arm casually thrown behind me. “Wouldn't say that though. I mean, she still screams my name every night, tell them sweetie.”

“I… I can explain,” Isabelle stuttered as she started into the furious eyes of Andrew Sebriano, the Mafia Lord. Andrew grabbed her arm as he pressed her against the door, “Trust me honey, you cannot." A scared virgin, Isabelle Moner was set up by her own uncle to have a one night stand with Andrew, in place of his daughter, to pave the way for him in the business world. Would Andrew make Isabelle and her family pay for trying to trick him? Or, would he be her Messiah, saving her from the clutches of her evil Uncle?

Quand Isabela Reyes, jeune avocate ambitieuse de Manille, reçoit une lettre étrange concernant un héritage mystérieux à Palawan, sa vie bascule. Arrivée sur l’île, elle découvre qu’elle est en réalité la fille illégitime d’un magnat disparu, don Fernando Alcaraz, dont la famille règne sur un empire hôtelier corrompu et puissant. Mais la vérité est bien plus tordue. Son père n’est peut-être pas mort… et les membres de la famille Alcaraz sont prêts à tout pour garder leur pouvoir et cacher leurs péchés, quitte à tuer. Au cœur des tensions : Alejandro, l’aîné charismatique mais dangereux, Lucia, la sœur douce qui cache un double visage, et Marco, le cousin rebelle dont Isabela tombe amoureuse… alors qu’il pourrait être son demi-frère.

Il y a neuf ans, Magali Dupont avait rencontré Gobert Leroy pour la première fois — un seul regard avait scellé son destin. Il y a trois ans, elle avait épousé Gobert Leroy, croyant pouvoir passer sa vie entière à ses côtés, unis pour toujours. Durant ces trois années, elle l’avait chéri comme un trésor, s’était abaissée, s’était effacée, ne cherchant qu’à réchauffer son cœur et devenir la femme qu’il aimerait plus que tout. Cependant... Certains cœurs restent froids quoi qu’on fasse, et certains yeux ne voient que leur bien-aimée. Trois ans plus tard, Magali avait découvert qu'elle était enceinte, et le même jour, la bien-aimée de Gobert, Clara Legrand, avait annoncé également sa grossesse en grande pompe. Magali avait donc demandé à Gobert ce qu'elle devait faire si elle était enceinte. Gobert lui avait répondu sèchement: « Avorte. » Elle lui avait demandé à nouveau : « Clara est aussi enceinte, veux-tu la faire avorter également ? » Gobert lui avait répondu que quand sa bien-aimée accoucherait, cet enfant serait le premier petit-enfant de la famille des Leroy ! Déçue et désespérée, Magali s'était résolue à divorcer ! Gobert avait déchiré la convention de divorce, avait plaqué Magali contre la porte et lui avait articulé chaque mot lentement : « Tu es ma femme. Tu le resteras. À vie ! » Magali lui avait intenté un procès, et avant qu'elle ne puisse attendre le jugement de divorce, elle avait été percutée par une voiture et avait failli faire une fausse couche. Pour sauver son bébé, elle avait dissimulé sa grossesse… et avait disparu. À son retour, Gobert était venu la confronter : « Magali Dupont, tu m’as volé mon fils. Il est temps qu’on règle nos comptes ! »

Politics. That's the reason why I'm here sitting on a long dining table with the family of my father's best friend and with their kids. Aurelia sighed with boredom as she watch her parents to arrange her marriage to someone she doesn't like. Xavier, the son of her father's bestfriend. She doesn't like him. First and only reason because he's a womanizer, he bedded a lot of woman already. "Can we go now?" Aurelia asked in a plain tone. "I'm tired and... Just tired." She added while playing with her untencils. "Aurelia, honey, don't you want to talk to Xavier first and get to know him?" Her mother, Selene Miller asked. "Nope. I already know him." She said and she looked at him. He's lips curved with cocky smile. "You already know him? Great! How did you know him?" His father, Thomas Andrada asked. "I met him with some sluts stories on how he fuck different women." She said while looking at him. Well she can not blame the girls for having a crush or infatuation over him. He's hot, handsome, billionare with his own money, and based on stories he's good in bed. The thing is he's ruthless and possesive when it comes to women. "I see that's how you met me." He said in a flirty way. It's like he's proud of himself. Aurelia just rolled her eyes and stared at her father again her eyes asking to go home. "No, we need to finish the food. Besides what's the rush? We're not on rush." Her father said with a firm tone. "And we will talk about your wedding for next week." Her mother said proudly. Her eyes widened. "Next week!?!" She said with a high tone. Hell this can't be real. She's getting married next week!

Il la plaqua contre le mur, et elle gémit de douleur, ses doigts s’enfonçant dans sa peau nue à la taille. — Qu’est-ce qu’il s’est passé, mi amor ? Tu es blessée ? murmura-t-il de sa voix rauque et étrangement calme. — Qu’est-ce que tu fous ?! Lâche-moi ou je hurle ! tenta-t-elle de se dégager. — Vas-y, hurle. J’adorerais t’entendre crier encore une fois, mi amor, souffla-t-il lentement. Ses yeux à elle s’écarquillèrent. — Qu… qu’est-ce que tu racontes ? balbutia-t-elle, les yeux embués de peur. — Tu pensais qu’épouser mon frère effacerait ce qu’on a fait, toi et moi ? Quelle idiote, ricana-t-il, avant de la tirer brusquement vers lui par la taille. — Non, non, non… cria-t-elle en le repoussant, alors que son esprit la ramenait à cette nuit-là. Il tituba en arrière et éclata de rire. — T’inquiète pas, c’est notre petit secret. À bientôt, Amor, lança-t-il avec un clin d’œil avant de s’éloigner dans le couloir d’un pas majestueux. — Ce n’est pas vrai… Ça ne peut pas être vrai, souffla-t-elle, le visage ravagé par le choc et les larmes. Ses genoux lâchèrent, et elle s’effondra lourdement au sol. • Catherine Baldwin, une jeune femme de vingt ans, a « accidentellement » passé une nuit ivre dans les bras d’un inconnu, deux jours avant son mariage. Une semaine après la cérémonie, elle découvre que cet inconnu n’est autre que... le frère de son mari.

This can’t be fucking real. I fucked her last night. And I came, inside of my stepdaughter’s pussy. “Avery, this…” I paused, and stared down at her beautiful honey eyes that turned almost golden under the moonlight. I sighed, “You shouldn’t be here, we have to—” “Stop? Pretend it never happened?” she laughed, her golden eyes shining brighter as she shot them at me, gaze burning with desire and undeniably, lust. One I never expected to see except in my dreams. “Because it did,” she whispered, and smirks when she bucks her hips upward. She began rubbing her wet cunt up and down against my hardened cock, teasing me. My jaw clenched harder as I tried to fight the urge to pound into her and fuck her hard. “And you liked it,” she chuckled, tilting her head before coming up to lick my lips. A shiver rolled down my spine when I hear her say the words. Words I always wanted to hear. “Fuck me, Daddy,”