Novel & Cerita Mfm Stories

AMARACHI (Amarachi Edwards) "This is the fifth school you're rejecting today." my mum said. She looked really frustrated and stressed. My mum is a single parent. My Dad died when I was still a little child. We just recently relocated from our former house so I had to change school.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Oh yeah, I forgot there are many other beautiful stories written by me, Mafia and billionaire - Destiny Rebirth and Love - Rebirth of love Fated mates and rejection - His unwanted mate, His unwanted human mate. Please try giving them a read as well and I am sure you will love them. With love, Author Sree.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, the kind that said he already knew exactly why I was really here. “Freya. You actually showed up. Figured you might chicken out and text me some lame excuse.” I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. “Nah, I’m here. This scar has been messing with my head for years. I fell off my bike when I was a kid, ripped my thigh open on some rusty fence. It’s ugly as shit and I’m sick of covering it up every time I put on shorts or a bikini. I just want it gone.”

The weather was so lovely still, even though summer had technically ended, that most of the students and staff were out here relaxing too. ‘Not hungry?’ Thomas asked, looking down at my simple sandwich and bottle of water. I shook my head. I really wasn't. Maybe it was all the stress recently, but I’ve barely been hungry the past few days. ‘Everything ok?’ She’s fine! Sophie snapped, strangely overprotective before I could answer. I just smiled at her and opened my bottle of water to take a sip. I just stayed quiet while my friends were once again forced to listen to Raven and her TMI stories about her summer flings. You'd think she would have better stories, you know, having traveled the wo

He looked at Noah, and he saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes. Noah expected a story of violence, of crime, of blood. He had not expected a story of love. "We were both soldiers," Dominic continued, his voice a low, soft whisper. "Under my former boss. We were young and I might say we were foolish as well. We were in love." Dominic smiled, a small, sad smile. "We had to keep it a secret from the world due to the fact that being homosexual was considered a weakness in the Mafia world. We kept it a secret from my boss. And from everyone."

My thighs trembled, the muscles jumping as I fought the urge to spread my legs wider, to beg him for another finger, for his whole hand. Instead, I gripped the edge of the table. He shifted his hand, adding a second finger. The stretch made me gasp, my eyes squeezing shut for a fraction of a second. Two fingers now, thrusting in unison, scissoring slightly inside me, opening me up. The pressure was immense, a fullness that crowded out every thought except the sensation of being used right here in the open. "100 million dollars," Aaron suddenly said, voice filled with authority. The entire room gasped.

Sofia Reyes killed the engine of her rented Jeep outside the dusty warehouse on the edge of the port city, notebook crammed in her back pocket, camera slung across her chest. Six months chasing this story had taken her from quiet mountain roads to flashy nightclubs to lonely beach towns. Women vanishing. No bodies. No clear pattern at first. But the deeper she dug, the clearer it got and all of them had been restless, bored, aching for something sharper than their safe little lives.

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.

He said and hurried to wipe his tears. "Tss. Why did you cry? You can't even remember my life. This is more like a fantasy story like you read in w*****d stories." I promise here. I don't read W*****d. Misha is the lover, I only hear about his stories. He likes to read gangster stories. Then he imagined that I was a female gangster. He has a story he wants to tell, what is the title now?... Monster High? No, that's not it... Mon... Mon... Montello High? Yeah, that's it because he has reread it several times and he still wants me to read it too like what the hell? I don't like reading that mushy stuff, and besides the stories are exaggerated too much, but Misha is an addict, or maybe I just d