Moms Sweet Ass

The cold breeze blew past me and I shivered as goosebumps began to grow on my skin. I didn't know what time it was, but I knew it was too late. Too late to turn back, too late to go back to the hospital... Too late to go back to him...... ***************** Come here!" I jerked up abruptly at the sound of my fathers voice. With a shaking body, I made my way slowly to him, praying to God to save me. "D-daddy, please, I'm weak, see my body is shaking. I'm very tired, please daddy..." A loud slap landed on my face making me fall to the ground. "Did I ask you to talk? Worthless child, just like your mother. I should have thrown you out or killed you a long time ago." He shouted at my almost unconscious body on the floor. .............. Elizabeth has been molested times without number by her own father at a young age. And when it's time to get married, she finds it hard to trust men.

You're my business, my ASSET I'll keep you and proctect as long as I live in this world even though I put myself in danger.- Rifle Winchester

Als ich einen akuten Blinddarmdurchbruch hatte, waren meine Eltern, mein Bruder und sogar mein Verlobter nur damit beschäftigt, Maries Geburtstag zu feiern. Vor dem OP-Saal rief ich sie unzählige Male an, um jemanden für die Unterschrift unter die Einverständniserklärung zu erreichen. Doch sie lehnten alle brüsk ab. Mein Verlobter Lukas schickte mir nach dem Auflegen eine Nachricht: „Sophie, stell dich nicht so an. Heute ist Maries großer Tag. Alles andere regeln wir, wenn die Feier vorbei ist.“ Ich legte das Handy weg und unterschrieb ruhig selbst die Einverständniserklärung. Das war das neunundneunzigste Mal, dass sie mich wegen Marie im Stich gelassen hatten. Also würde ich sie auch nicht mehr brauchen. Ihre Bevorzugung machte mich nicht mehr traurig. Stattdessen erfüllte ich ihnen jeden Wunsch. Sie dachten alle, ich sei endlich vernünftig geworden. Aber sie ahnten nicht, dass ich für immer gehen würde

At the celebration where Lorenzo Alvarez is crowned the new mafia boss, his men arrange a few performances. A dancer in a backless top and short skirt twists around the pole under the lights. "Don't look," he murmurs, covering my eyes with his hand. "This kind of cheap entertainment isn't worthy of you." His men jump in immediately. "Lorenzo still spoils Ms. Valenti after all these years. That kind of devotion is rare. We're so jealous." "A man as loyal and single-minded as Lorenzo is hard to find." I rest a hand on my belly, planning to tell him tonight that I am pregnant. But when I return from the restroom, I see the same man who had just held me in his arms leaning back in his chair while the dancer straddles his lap. Lorenzo slips his business card and a thick fold of cash into the waistband of her skirt. He laughs, relaxed and unbothered. "Isabella is wonderful, sure, but life needs a little passion. This ragazza is just something new. A bit of fun. "Keep your mouths shut. Don't go running to Isabella and upset her. Otherwise, you'll have a problem." Cold rushes through me. I do not approach or confront Lorenzo. I simply take out my phone and answer the email I have been avoiding for days. "I agree to participate in the confidential experiment."

Kayla Audrey bertekad menyatakan cintanya kepada kakak kelasnya bernama Aska. Namun, tanpa diduga apa yang ia lakukan malah bertemu dengan kesalahpahaman. Pernyataan cintanya malah menyasar orang lain, yaitu Kenzo. Parahnya lagi kesalahpahaman itu semakin berujung menuju kebetulan-kebetulan yang membuat hubungan di antara Kayla dan Kenzo semakin dekat

Eight years ago, my cousin Wendy Cooper was involved in a drunk driving hit-and-run. Yet, my parents made sure all the evidence pointed toward me. The victim's family waited outside my school every day with gasoline, threatening to die with me. Because of that, the school took away my guaranteed admission to university. That day, my parents and brother all tried to persuade me. "Wendy's terrified. Just give her your spot to make her feel better." I refused, fought back, and even tried to talk them out of it. But the next day, they handed me over to the police themselves. Lance Stewart, my fiance and a powerful business tycoon, had orchestrated it all. As he was afraid I'd run or cause trouble, he personally pinned several charges on me and sent me to an isolated island prison. He left me with no way out. When my sentence began, he made me a promise. "Esme, just endure it for a few years. I'll get you out once Wendy graduates, and then we'll get married."

Pouco antes do casamento, descobri que estava grávida de dois meses. Meu noivo, Diogo Bragança, com o hálito de quem havia bebido, pousou a mão na minha barriga, murmurou em tom de brincadeira: — Francisca, acho que ainda não estou pronto pra ser pai. Vamos... deixar esse bebê pra depois? Respondi com o coração vazio: — Tudo bem. Na vida passada, insisti em ter esse filho. Na mesma época, Antonella Coutinho sofreu um aborto e perdeu a chance de engravidar. Diogo me culpou por isso e, depois do casamento, foi frio comigo até o fim. O filho que carreguei com dor e quase à custa da minha vida, Lenor Bragança, mais tarde passou a chamar Antonella de “mamãe” aos gritos. No dia em que sofri um acidente e perdi muito sangue, pai e filho passaram por mim sem sequer olhar para trás. Eles tinham pressa. Antonella estava em trabalho de parto. Lá em cima, eu morria, esvaída em sangue. Lá embaixo, eles comemoravam o nascimento de uma nova vida, balançando bastões de luz. Desta vez, não vou mais me abandonar por ninguém. Disquei para o diretor do instituto: — Quero me juntar à expedição na Antártida.

One night was supposed to mean nothing… until it suddenly meant everything. After a betrayal that leaves her world in pieces, Nora Vaughn makes one reckless choice—to lose herself in the arms of a stranger. No names. No expectations. Just escape. But when she walks into her new job days later, she comes face-to-face with the man from that night. Only now, he’s not just a stranger, he’s her new boss. And he’s acting like he doesn’t even know her. Was she just forgettable… or is he pretending for a reason?

Meine Jugendliebe, die mir die Ehe versprochen hatte, sobald wir das Studium abgeschlossen hätten, machte der falschen Erbin Klara Weber einen Heiratsantrag – ausgerechnet bei meiner Abschlussfeier. Und Michael Hoffmann, der in den Augen aller als aristokratischer Mönch galt, erklärte mir öffentlich seine Liebe – nur kurz nachdem sich meine Jugendliebe verlobt hatte. Fünf Jahre lang war er in unserer Ehe außerordentlich liebevoll und verehrte mich zutiefst. Bis ich zufällig sein Gespräch mit einem Freund belauschte. „Michael, Klara ist inzwischen berühmt geworden. Willst du weiterhin mit Sarah Theater spielen?“ „Klara kann ich sowieso nicht heiraten, das spielt keine Rolle mehr. Außerdem kann sie, solange sie bei mir ist, Klaras Glück nicht im Wege stehen.“ Und seine kostbaren religiösen Schriften – in jeder einzelnen stand Klaras Name: „Möge Klara sich von ihren Obsessionen befreien, möge sie Frieden für Körper und Seele finden.“ „Möge Klara alles erhalten, was sie sich wünscht, möge ihre Liebe frei von Sorgen sein.“ ... „Klara, wir sind in diesem Leben nicht füreinander bestimmt, ich wünsche mir nur, dass wir im nächsten gemeinsam gehen können.“ Fünf Jahre der Selbsttäuschung, und ich erwachte in einem Augenblick. Ich besorgte mir eine falsche Identität und plante einen Ertrinkungsunfall. Von nun an müssen wir uns, Leben für Leben, nie wieder begegnen.

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