Pride Stories Novels & Stories

Ebuka's Pov I'm so excited about the pride week celebration. This is the third year we are celebrating it as a clique here in Nigeria but this year promises to be better. We have even increased in number. I really wanted Bisi to join us, this would have been his first pride celebration and also my first time coming with my partner.

Our two amazing coaches couldn't stop raving about each of us. But later that night when everyone was too caught up in dancing and laughing, having the best time of their lives. Charlotte and I slipped into a quiet corner together, and we kept kissing and kissing. And I believe that if even only a few amazing things happen to you in your life, it's fair to say that you're very blessed. ~The End~

Micheal's Pov I couldn't believe I married a child in an adult's body. It's really insulting. I'll be the heir soon and this childish lady is all I get? I just couldn't stand the fact that marriage has to be a criteria to be the heir of my father's empire.

Speaking of… “I would very much like to see my friend now.” I see her lip curl from the corner of my eye. “Later,” she says trying to cover up the snarl that seeps out. Althea starts talking again without missing a beat, effectively changing the subject. “Our Pride is only 516 strong, not including the few children born to the Tolba Pride. Mostly males. Small but mighty.” We walk back the way we came as she talks.

Reid almost died from Allen's training. Aliana learned that from her last lifetime. Reid didn't tell the public he was from the famous Hardin family. To the outsiders, he was just a reserved and hardworking man. Besides, he was no pushover. He was once sued but won easily. But he had one shortcoming... He was born under an unlucky star. Thinking of that, Aliana felt her body go stiff. Well... It should probably be fine. How could it be worse than her hut that would only cost her 25 dollars a month? Feeling relieved, Aliana accepted the arrangement...

The greatest love stories weren’t about finding someone who completed you. They were about finding someone who helped you become someone you were finally proud to be.

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it