Joyce Lynn Nude

Warning: Mature content. Read at your own risk!!! -------------------- Joyce Jillian Montecellio is a hard working woman. Simula nang iwan sila ng kanyang ama ay natuto s'yang tumayo sa sarili n'yang mga paa. Lahat ng oportunidad na dumating sa buhay n'ya ay kaagad n'yang sinusungaban. Hanggang sa isang araw ay natagpuan n'ya ang isang lalaking estranghero sa gilid ng sapa na pinaglalabhan nila na puno ng sugat at walang malay na si Jeff Marco Del Carpio. A happy-go-lucky guy and turn to be an adventurer. Simula ng lukuhin s'ya ng babaing pinakamamahal niya't nakatakdang pakasalan ay nahilig s'ya sa pagka-camping. He started to hide his identity and live in a simple lowkey life. Sa paglipas ng mga araw na nakakasama ni Jillian ito ay unti-unting rin nahuhulog ang loob n'ya sa binata. Kinalimutan n'ya ang sumpang hinding-hindi iibig kanino man. Kung kailan naibigay n'ya na ang buong tiwala at sarili n'ya dito saka n'ya naman natuklasan ang buong pagkatao nito. Paano n'ya haharapin ang bukas ngayon kung sa araw ng pag-alis nito ay kasama ang puso n'ya? At paano kung ang gabing nakalimot sila ay nagbunga? Hanggang sa makalipas ang apat na taon ay muling nagkrus ang landas nila mismo sa building ng opisina nito. Ano ang gagawin n'ya kung inakala n'yang may mahal na pala itong iba? At paano kung ang nag-iisang taong hinuhugutan n'ya ng lakas ay ninakaw nito sa kanya? Mapapatawad n'ya ba ito or patuloy n'ya pa ring mamahalin?

"Don't you for a second believe that we are ever letting you go, sweetheart". He muttered against her ear, his husky voice sending jolt through her body. His tongue suddenly flicked out to lick her ear lobe. She didn't even understand why was this happening to her. "You are stuck between us, Vanessa." another voice muttered out as he trailed his lips down her chest, his breath fanning against the skin between valley of her breasts. She whimpered feeling scared of them. "You are ours, love." the third voice made it's way to her ear. The last brother's lips teasing the nape of her neck and he suddenly bite the sensitive skin there making tears fell out of her doe eyes. "P-P-P-Please l-l-l-let me g-go." Vanessa pleaded to them making the trio smirked at her stuttering self. "Say this without stuttering and then we will consider your request." one of them said to her and the trio laughed at her aloud. *** Joaquin, Emiliano and Alejandro Fernandez are the triplet brothers. Their aura screams danger and power. They always have the upper hand and no one dares to cross them. They never had a mother figure in their life but a bastard father names Teal, who was killed at the name of peace treaty by Russian mafia boss Miakhail Igor Gorbachev years ago. Now they only had their sister with them but she was also taken away by Liam ovich Gorbachev and the Spanish trio brothers are furious would be an understatement. Vanessa Lynn Gorbachev, daughter of Rooh and Mikhail Igor Gorbachev and the only sister of Liam, is an innocent little girl. She was as innocuous as the child because she was never been out in the cruel world. She was homeschooled because of her stuttering problem.

Grávida de nove meses, vi a amada do meu marido se mudar para a nossa casa com uma desculpa qualquer. Ela fingia sofrimento sempre que me via, e ele me acusava de exibir a barriga só para provocá-la. — A Rafa já sofre demais! E você ainda exibe essa barriga enorme só pra machucar! Só vai aprender se eu te der uma lição. — Rosnou ele, com frieza. Sem hesitar, mandou me trancar no sótão e proibiu qualquer um de me trazer comida. Supliquei, dizendo que os gêmeos estavam grandes, que o médico havia pedido minha internação urgente, pois o parto podia acontecer a qualquer momento. Mas ele apenas riu como se eu estivesse contando alguma piada tola. — Ainda faltam três dias pro parto. Não inventa desculpa para escapar! Vai pro sótão pensar bem no que você fez! Isso é o mínimo, depois do que fez com a Rafa! — Ele insistiu, ignorando completamente a minha dor. No sótão escuro, gritei até minhas unhas se quebrarem na porta. No silêncio sufocante, as contrações rasgavam meu corpo, cada onda de dor parecia não ter fim. Coberta de sangue, exausta e ainda presa, percebi que meu filho não sobreviveria. Três dias depois, enquanto tentava tomar um mingau, meu marido, já incomodado, comentou com desprezo: — Manda a Joyce descer para me preparar o mingau, e depois vá pedir desculpas à Rafa. Se ela pedir de um jeito decente, pode até levar ela pro hospital na hora de parir. Mas ninguém respondeu, pois o sangue já escorria do sótão, degrau por degrau, inundando a casa num silêncio mais aterrador que qualquer grito.