The Hong Kong Diaries Novels & Stories

"You remind me of my time in Geneva, Switzerland when I used to work as a receptionist for the luxury 4-star Hotel Royal located at the heart of the city. Good times I must admit. Really good times!" They were silent for about two minutes, pacing round the room and searching for clues to back their cause. “I have found his diary,” Savannah whispered. "But there is something more to it than I thought. He wrote down a phone number with a dialing code allocated to Singaporean phone numbers." Stunned, Clark moved closer to her and took the diary from her light grip. He stood for a moment in utter bewilderment as he read the numbers clearly. + 65 1314 9380

I was in disbelief that Henry could actually have a thing for literature. Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which laid under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Henry's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped it's pages opened. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about giving up on the diary when I saw a recent write up and it had my name written. Dear Diary It's been long since I last opened you. I guess life issues could actually make one forget a friend. Anyways, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck bef

I went over to the desk and started ripping papers writing years down. The oldest recollection I had was before the barrier was erected but that was just in passing memory. This Diary starts out with the night of the barrier being created. It’s by far the oldest and at fifteen hundred years old I put that one first on the shelf taking care to place the others on the floor. There were nearly a hundred diaries each from a different person but whatever reason Dimitris had them here I didn’t know. I just knew that time was flying by as I continued looking up dates and marking down years. A few times I’d get caught up in reading until I was brought back to the task on hand. Maybe making it throug

I smiled faintly. Oops. I tapped my pen lightly against my notebook, pretending to read the lines in front of me. But my mind? Still wandering. Imagining him standing closer. Imagining what would happen if that calm expression cracked even a little as my cunt kept dripping. “Gosh, how can a man be so hot and yet stubborn… just take me already, professor.” “Try focusing on the actual text,” Jeff said again. “Right,” I murmured. I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair.

Or the world learns about Hong Kong. Attached: A photograph I hadn't seen in seven years. Me, hunched over behind a nondescript bar in Kowloon, vomiting into a gutter, one hand braced against graffiti-covered concrete, the other protectively curved around my swollen belly. Eight months pregnant with Griffin, days after I'd fled New York with nothing but a passport and the clothes I could fit in a carry-on. The photo had been taken by a private investigator Michael had hired to track me—a fact I'd learned months later when the same PI had approached me with an offer to double-cross his employer. I'd thought all copies had been destroyed in the exchange.

While she rides his cock in pussy. Double stuff. Sara screams. Orgasms crash. Squirts soak his balls. They chain more. Cumshots link. Squirts follow. Bodies slick. Sand grits skin. Waves wash feet. The beach owns them. Friends no more. Just fucking. Raw and deep. Hours pass. Sun dips. They slow. Lie spent. Cum dries. Juices mix with sea water. Laughter returns. But eyes promise more. Tomorrow. Same beach. Deeper entanglement.

Justin had just alighted from the bus as he takes a look at the bustling city with skyscrapers and luxury cars all around him. He had just a little Duffel bag as he didn't want to carry along many things which will remind him of his past. He walked down the street to the little apartment Desmond his best friend had rented for him. His brain kept going back to the trauma and damage he faced from the terrific break up he witnessed causing his relocation. He vowed to himself never to be kept as a secret lover or let any man break his heart. As he walked further he stumbled upon a newspaper which stated the CEO of the White Companies is in need of a Personal Assistant and interviews were going o

Clement would walk me home every single night. Later, when a landlord scammed me out of rent, he brought his law school friends and stood up for me. Little by little, he broke through every wall I'd built around my heart. So, how did someone who once felt like the sun turn so cold so fast? I didn't have an answer. Honestly, I didn't want one anymore. I wiped away my tears and forced myself to think clearly. My passport and bank cards were missing. Clement had probably taken them. I started calling friends back home.

To have that kind of creative, destructive, absolute power? And the other part wonders, with a shiver I can’t suppress… what would it be like to be Hudson? I don’t think I’ll ever forget this diary. It feels less like a secret I discovered, and more like a blueprint that discovered me. Chloe exhaled slowly, flipping to the next page. Alright… Can’t wait to see what the next confession is. _______ Episode 43 – Sugar Daddy The penthouse smelled like money, a crisp, cold scent of polished marble, imported leather, and the faint, expensive hint of cigars that never actually got smoked, just displayed.

He met his friends waiting for him on the steps of the business administration building and jogged up the steps to meet them. They shook hands and side hugged then his friends launched into a tale of what happened yesterday concerning him and Darina. "Let's leave yesterday as yesterday and talk about today." Ethan told them. He looked pointedly at Harry. "Where's Saira's notebook?" "Ah geez, I thought it was all a joke yesterday." Harry protested. "So you didn't bring it." Ethan said. "I'm going to treat your fuck up Harry." "I brought it!" Harry exclaimed and picked up his bag at his feet, opened the front zip and brought out a blue spiral bind book. "I already typed it up on my laptop befo