Novel & Cerita Sudrian Stories

A business tycoon like Sudhir Rane almost knelt on the floor, holding the cell phone in his ear. "Mr. Rane, I think you are mistaken. I don't know any Suhani. And how could you blame some reputed person like me for such offensive work like kidnapping." Anirudh didn't wait for the second round and dropped the call. Sudhir could see his boat of hope sinking in the sea of failure. He was angry, but above all, he felt like a big failure. He couldn't save his daughter. First Rohini, now Suhani.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

King Magdon harrumphed as he crossed his arms over his chest, “You’ve become bolder. You actually didn’t greet me for the first time when you return.” Rara felt sweat sliding down her back, so she hurriedly call, “Dad!” King Magdon heard it and immediately felt as if his heart was full of honey. He should clear some time to visit Queen Lustia later. Maybe, they would be blessed to have a daughter. Thinking of his unborn daughter, King Magdon’s face immediately turn bright, “Alright. That’s enough. I heard that King Sudu is dead. What happened?” “I don’t know. The fairies have just recently told me about this. They asked me to go and find out what happened.” Rara answered.

I wrote this down in my notepad . I quickly got up and turned my head hearing voices behind me . " Did you think you could run , I love to play hide and seek . Would you like to see what I do to them after finding them ? I punish them just like I'm about to do ." He spat out . Please leave me I'm begging you just kill me , death would be better than a life like this . " SHUT UP " He shouted . "Guys lock her up ." He said to his subordinate ." No, please leave me , don't do this , I'm begging you , leave me ! " I shouted with all my might but to blocked ears . I'll never be strong please leave me. I shouted as I exited the room . How I wish I could have amnesia. That way I would be able to e

I said slowly, vibrating to my core as his hands slid toward my clit while his fingers started fucking my entrance so well. “You’re fucking wet,” he added, kissing my abdomen slightly. He didn't stop; he kept finger-fucking my pussy while rubbing my clit hard. I couldn't control my moans. They got super loud, really loud, while my eyes kept rolling back. “Oh my God, you’re fucking sweet.” His smile got wider the more he rubbed my clit, and I couldn't control the tears that started to fall from my eyes. I started to mumble, “Hmm... uhm... fuck... Adrian.”

The room echoed with the panting of three naked bodies. Sara watched Vincent pull up his underwear. His cock had still not gone down. The Viagra was still working. Sara let out a satisfied yawn. The night had gone so much better than what she imagined.

It was obvious that he had to be strict because trusting everyone when you have a business of gold and diamonds was really dumb. He owned a little gold shop from the savings of his entire life. He had a wife and a son. He sent his son John to another city for his higher studies. Mr. Paul could barely see because of his vision loss but this didn’t stop him from working hard for the sake of his family. He believed in the fact that hard work is the key to success which Keith Jonas didn't really agree to but obviously always had to pretend to.

Natasha asked. Astridah hesitated, but when the pressure of keeping the information to herself, she finally broke down and said; “Promise that you won’t tell anyone that I told you this?” “I promise,” Natasha said. “There is a rumour going around that Luyando and the CEO are not biologically related. People say that she was adopted…and that she…she…that she is actually in-love with her brother.” Natasha busted out laughing. “And you believe that nonsense Astridah?” She asked.

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”