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So I tell them our love story and they smile at us when we grab our hands and look at eachother. "Well that's some love story, well we are happy for you both! Now start from the beginning when you came to know the Blackwoods please until the day you leave with the doctor please!"

I want you to know that I am happy that there's someone reading my story, even though there are many loopholes and such… This is the first story that I've created and I'm h I'm happy that I got this far! I'm happy to say that I would release more stories but I can assure you that I will do my best to improve my work! Also, I have English and Filipino stories so feel free to search for them! I am looking forward to your support! Fighting!

They went out for coffee, and as luck would have it, Stella recommended Steph for a job at her workstation. In her office at Legacy, Steph was browsing the internet to get updates on the latest news. She had subscribed to Paraiso Daily, a digital news outlet that reported about the happenings in Paraiso. She searched their page and read that there were signs of a volcano eruption on Mt. Kilis. Suddenly she didn’t feel sleepy anymore. She was alert as she read through the two minutes’ article. Much hadn’t been said, but she knew that such a story would be a good one for Legacy. She left her office hurriedly and went to Stella’s. She was going to ask her to assign the story to her.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

I'll just call him when he have time tomorrow. [ Why don't y- ] [Hey, why don't you share some stories?] [Stories? I'm not really familiar with stories, I also don't read always so I can't] [ I see, then, why don't you tell me some stories about yourself? It's better to listen than those fairy tales. ]

She whimpered loudly as inch after inch slid inside her. “Ahh! It’s so big, Daddy,” Clara moaned. “You’re stretching me so much.” Vincent's hands moved to her full breasts. He squeezed them and leaned close to roll in tongue on her nipples. Clara moved her hips, bouncing up and down on his thick cock. Each downward thrust made her breasts jiggle beautifully. Sara watched with lust-filled eyes. She leaned in and kissed her sister passionately. Their tongues dancing as Clara rode their stepfather. Sara’s hand slipped between Clara’s legs, rubbing her swollen clit in fast circles.

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Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Ava had spent more nights than she’d ever admit with her fingers buried in her pussy, imagining him bending her over his desk and telling her what a good girl she was while he fucked her. But he would never look at her like that. Not the quiet, chubby girl who sat in the back and never spoke unless called on. Ava sighed and pulled her hand out of her leggings. She was too worked up to sleep and too lonely to do anything else. On a whim, she opened the app store and typed in something she’d seen mentioned in a late-night R8dd1t thread. VelvetChat. The description was simple: Anonymous. Discreet. Match based on desire.