Novel & Cerita Mfm Stories

He sat across from a man I had never seen before. “Good day, Dad. I didn’t know you were here,” I greeted while moving closer to them. The man seated opposite him stared at me, probably wondering why I wore such a short skirt and a shirt that exposed my cleavage. “Meet Mr. Damson. He’s the founder of the fintech company.” I almost rolled my eyes, but instead, I stretched out my hand for a handshake. Nodding at him, I could’ve sworn he held my hand a little longer than necessary on purpose.

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

What next story do you want? Any suggestions? Mafia, CEO. A sad one or a happy one.

Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

Mia The hallway was quiet, but inside the student bathroom, my heart was screaming. I was pushed up against the cold porcelain surface of the sink. My skirt was hiked up to my waist, and my breath was coming in short, jagged gasps. I’m Mia, would be 21 in two months. I'm the girl most people would term the secret whore of the school. But I didn't give a fuck. At least I was better than Sarah—the open whore. I fuck only ‘dicks that matters.’

I left the club on shaky legs, cum still leaking into my underwear, fresh bite marks on my neck, and blood smears on my skin. I had gone looking for a story about underground fighting. Instead, I had become the fighter’s personal cumdump. And tomorrow night, I would be back in that cage, bent over and begging for more.

I've decided to end the stories here, thanks a lot, guys for reading! I might decide to write another book, but it'll be monster jokes this time. Title: Monstrous Memories What do you think of the title? It's still under probability though, I might not eventually write it, it depends. What do you guys think of the stories? Did they scare you, if not, at least you had fun reading them, yeah? Also, please do check out my main works on my other profile (InamorataFeels) and I'm sure you'll absolutely love them.

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.