Sha'carri Richardson Hot Novels & Stories

Richard nodded. *

She was the topic of the whole school as all girls dream to be in her shoes, her latest car for the week was the bomb, no one had ever ride such a car except JAMAIMA WILLIAMS. While her brother is known as the cold-hearted arrogant guy, Jamaima is just a carefree young lady who is only obsessed with living a fun-filled life with all the goodies of life at her Beck and call, she is the real evidence of her brother's wealth. Despite how wicked, cold, and arrogant Richard is known to be, he still remains the number one dream of every young girl in the campus, everyone in the campus believes that a night with the famous Richard Williams is worth more than millions.

Madonna brought out her handkerchief and wiped her face. "I am sorry for her daughter losing her job. And I cannot blame her. When she is around a handsome man like Master Richard, who wouldn't him, except me, because I do not like him." "Coughs!" The sound of someone coughing at the stairs snapped me back to reality. As Madonna and I swiftly turned to look at the living room stairs, Richard stood there, shirtless in only his black shorts. He didn't even wear his robe. Seeing his broad chest made my thighs clench as I remembered how he had pulled me closer to him the previous day.

"A bit more I think. Then when you're good and ready, I'm going to lean you over the armchair so you can see what they're doing to Charlotte while I fuck you from behind." It's bravado. My erection is ready to burst out of its own accord. I can't hold on too much longer. It's been weeks, and I want to fuck and shoot. First Beth... Charlotte'll be good for another later... "I think that warm cloth should have done its work," says Richard. He whips the towel away, once more revealing Charlotte's exposed sex. She's agog. Trussed and tied, she watches with disbelief on her face as Richard takes the razor, setting it beside her. As he picks up the can, he displays it to her then drops a wink. Foa

Richard was a powerful man, a tycoon with a ruthless streak, and she was his prize, his secret indulgence. Her heart pounded as the door clicked open. Richard entered, his broad shoulders filling the frame, dressed in a crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of tanned chest. His dark hair was tousled, eyes gleaming with that predatory hunger she'd come to both fear and crave. At thirty-eight, he exuded control, his body honed from years of discipline—muscular arms, a chiseled jaw, and a presence that made the air thicken.

She pulled her phone out of the pocket and turned on 4G before she opened I*******m. Before she could scroll down her feed, she felt a presence by her side. Looking up she saw Amara out of breath as she held against the wall. "Did you just ran a marathon?" She couldn't help the sarcasm. But she did wanted to be left alone, she just didn't know how to tell her.

Richard sighed, "I need help in getting my girlfriend back, she's not going to let me in easily. So I need you to help me." She frowned, "What am I? The love coach? How am I supposed to help you get your girlfriend back?" "It's simple, I need you to help me in seeing her. You're female so you might find it easier in helping me talk to her." Bella laughed out loud, "I'm sorry what? Tell me the truth Richard, what do you want? Who is this woman supposed to be anyway?" "She's Raina Williams, and she's got a boyfriend according to her. How can she date a bodyguard instead of me? Does it make sense?"

Noora marched away from the Richardson mansion with the fury of a storm wrapped in heels. Her steps were brisk, her head high, but internally, she was combusting. Her legs ached. Her ankles throbbed. Her soul screamed. And the heels? A curse from Satan himself. Luciano FREAKING Richardson!! That bastard would still get to the office before her even if she burned his entire garage to the ground. He probably had five backup Lamborghinis parked in secret underground vaults. A fleet of Ferraris on speed dial. A personal jet just casually idling in the clouds, ready to swoop down with a fresh set of wheels and an espresso.

“No drinks?” “I can order whatever you’d like,” Richard said simply. “I didn’t realize that was what we were here for.” Her laughter came out low and throaty. “Four shots of Ciroc, and I want orange slices, cherries, and strawberries. And you can rub my feet while we wait for it to get here.” She teased him that night, bringing him closer and closer to the edge while he satisfied her relentlessly. Finally, she brought him to satisfaction and he exploded like no way he’d had before.

Karma will pave the way Maria woke up quickly and made up her bed. She just folded the blanket, rolled the mattress and grabbed her coat and gumboots. She put on the big cowboy hat and it made her look like a shepherdess. Sister Mary gave her an axe to chop some wood so that she could be able to make fire. The big black pots were already filled with water to cook the porridge. She chopped the woods with trembling hands. It was so freezy and the frost was covering the surface of the ground. Her hands were frozen and it was difficult for her to continue with the chopping but she had no other way to avoid her duty.