Mythical Glory Artinya

"AJust like in highschool, if you have the rooftop, it means that it is your territory and there would be no one to stop your ascension...but, standing at the top gives bittersweet feelings too in between your glory and sorry." Biglaan ang pag-uwi ni Bella sa Pilipinas upang makita ang kanyang lolo na hindi niya kilala. Pagkauwi ay iba ang naabutan niya, ang testamentong siya ang magmamana ng lahat ng ari-arian ng mga Echizen. Pagkatapos niyon, ayaw na siyang pabalikin ng kanyang ina sa Japan, ang bansang naging tahanan niya ng sampung taon, dahil nalaman nila ang pinakatatago niyang sikreto na isa siyang gangster. Nangako siya sa kanyang ina na magbabagong buhay. At dahil doon ay nagtago siya sa pagiging isang nerd. First day of school, nakabangga na niya ang bully na si Jarvis Fortalejo na kilala bilang Emperor ng Black Dragon Gang, ang kinatatakutan na gang sa Pilipinas. Dahil sa insidenteng iyon ay hindi na matamihik ang kanyang school life kaya naisip ni Bella ang makipag deal sa black dragon gang pero hindi niya akalain na iyon ang makakapagbago na kanyang buhay. Bella was forced to disguise as the girlfriend of the Emperor and she hated his guts! Jarvis Fortalejo is sure to be the king of arrogance, hot headed and ruthless leader pero biglang naglaho ang impression niyang iyon nang makilala niya ito. Marunong din pala siyang tumawa at masaya rin palang kasama. Hanggang sa dumating na nga ang araw na— she fell in love with him. But becoming the Emperor’s Queen will not be easy as she will be forced to face the challenge of his underlings, the 5 Gangs. Will she fall back and lose the man he learned to love or will the legendary Black Butterfly step up to win the fight?

🔞🔞🔞 My name doesn't matter. My filthy urges do. I came home from work. The bedroom door was half open. My husband was there, pounding into some woman on our bed, his cock slamming in and out, deep and rough. I should have screamed. Instead my pussy clenched hard. I stood frozen, watching every thrust. My hand slipped under my skirt on its own. Fingers circled my clit as he fucked her right in front of me. He glanced over. “You like watching my cock stretch her?” I rubbed faster. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. Then I came shaking, eyes locked on him pounding her. *** 69 Dripping Fantasies is sixty-nine raw taboo stories. Wives catching husbands cheating and getting soaked instead of angry. Step-family secrets whispered in quiet. Glory holes that fill fast. Honeymoon wife swaps sparked by one dumb dare. Older rich men taking total control. Professors crossing every forbidden line. Husband’s best friends sneaking in. Strangers who follow, then fuck hard. Group nights in dark clubs. Cucks cleaning up every last drop. *** I’m on my knees. One thick cock buried deep in my throat, making me gag. The woman behind me squeezes my tits until it hurts so good. Her tongue between my ass, teasing, no cock has filled my pussy or ass yet. But I’m trembling, dripping, seconds from squirting everywhere. Two massive black cocks wait their turn, and her presence makes it filthier… hotter. I never knew I craved this so badly. *** No soft romance. Just dirty yeses where no should be. Sixty-nine stories. Sixty-nine surrenders. Read if you’re brave. These pages might leave you wet, jealous, horny… or secretly think of your own filthy fantasies when nobody’s watching. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Shortly after we said "I do," the Family sent my husband, Dario, down to the Mexican border. He told me it was a meat grinder down there—cartel territory. where guys were zipped into body bags every day. He said he had to go—to expand the territory, for the glory of the Family. He claimed it was too dangerous and that his enemies would paint a target on my back, so he wouldn't take me with him. I believed him. I stayed behind in his old, rot-infested house in New Jersey, taking care of his bitter, spiteful parents. I spent my days and nights in the Family's moldy laundromat, washing bills stained with blood. He told me he sent every dime he made down there to the widow of a brother who took a bullet for him. He asked me to be understanding. I never complained. Day after day, I pressed expensive suits in that humid laundromat, waiting for him to come home. It wasn't until the eighth year that a mobster came back drunk. When I asked about Dario, he froze, then sneered at me through a haze of alcohol. "Dario? Are you kidding? He’s been a King in Manhattan for years. He’s the youngest Underboss of the Corleone family." I stood frozen, the iron in my hand burning a hole right through a shirt. "And he got married seven years ago. Biggest cathedral in New Jersey. Half the mob was there to toast the groom..." He pulled a crumpled photo from his leather jacket. Snuggled up against my husband was a woman in a high-end couture gown—the very same "poor, widowed sister-in-law" he had told me about. The next day, I contacted a fixer who specialized in fake IDs. On the application for a one-way ticket to Europe—a ticket to vanish off the face of the earth—I filled in the fake name I had prepared long ago. He trapped me for seven years with a sham marriage. From now on, I’d be done with this damn loyalty.