Tito Doble P Novels & Stories

Donald woke up at 3am and went to the library. He sat down and went through the company's record, growth, stocks and previous trade partners. He went through the list of employees, hired and sacked. He smiled when he came across a familiar name. Christopher. Christopher was his first personal assistant and secretary. He was more than an employee, he was a brother. Unfortunately, Christopher decided to emback on monastery. He became a monk.

He screamed, I laughed even more. What do you call it? A man of pleasure who is willing to do anything for a payment sheet called money. My employees called him male prostitute, an urban word that was foreign to me. I'm more familiar with the word gigolo, which is what the service provider used to say. "You have the right to be quiet," I whispered behind his ear, biting slightly, then releasing the monster preparing to rage down there, "and try not to make a sound at all." Without feeling the need to lubricate, I wanted to torture someone. To enter her many times full of intimidation.

And Taiwo rose from the dead. "What a miracle!!" Dyanga was really happy that for the first time in her life, she was able to rise a man from the dead and give him life again. She only heard tales of how it happened from her parents, she never tried it before but then, she did it. Her confidence didn't fail her. But the risen merman didn't remember anything about how he got there. Dyanga: Marimar dakula malisi Eywa!! Marimar dakula malisi Eywa!! Marimar dakula malisi Eywa!! Marimar dakula............(All thanks to Eywa)

Unfortunately, even I couldn't keep myself free from its charms. Demétrio and Alec are a team, I realized that on a daily basis, however, I was stunned when I found out that they were more than a team, they shared something else and it wasn't work, it was women. I never saw them with one, but I always knew, the club they are members made this clear with a single call on Alec's cell phone, when I informed him who had called I saw his face turn deep red, before that call I had never seen him blush.

"How are you doing?" "Oh, Moturanyo... I’m not fine at all," Gbemisola’s voice came through the line, a ragged, breathless whisper. "My health is getting so much worse. I thought it was just malaria, but... please, can you help me to the hospital? I can't do this alone."

He locked himself in his room and just kept drinking. Unfortunately, no matter how many times he got drunk, I never once appeared in his dreams. As he cried helplessly, someone grabbed his wrists. River was staring at him with concern. “Dale, stop drinking. No one can come back from the dead, so you have to learn to let go.” He flung her hands away. His glazed eyes gradually gained clarity, just as disgust and hate filled them. At the next second, he grabbed River by the neck. The hatred in his eyes was about to spur him into action.

"Hope I am not signing my death warrant because this is getting crazy!!, oh take off the thought girl. It's the money we are talking about" As the lady went out of the car, the air in the room became hot, Travis played music as he increased the volume to the highest which cold blast of one's eardrum. While he was driving, his phone pinged and the caller ID showed " Bigie Twin" and he immediately picked it up. "Hey big bro, what's up man?" Travis answered smiling widely and the caller responded" Mummy said you are late, with whatever. She has just been calling my line!! I mean I can't have peace anymore"

It has always been there, even before we knew what it was. Cael presses his forehead to mine because the tunnel is too small to move. His breath is hot on my face because he is close. The blood on our hands is sticky between us because we are still holding on. The voice comes back and says, “A twin bond cannot break,” and the words land inside my head, not my ears. It says, “It can only be transferred,” because that is the old law, and “One heart must carry it alone,” because two hearts will burn out by the full moon.

", I detailed my views while looking at them, striving to comprehend their expressions. Well, I'm not anxious still I want to know their thoughts. "Impressive.", One of them smiled and I earned a round of applause from them. I'm ecstatic, I feel like, I'm on cloud nine, the feeling is just... just beyond indecipherable. "It was a great presentation, Mr. Oberoi. I'll send you the contract within 3 days.", The one who asked me the question greeted me with an amiable handshake. ******

A heavy drum beat in my ears. I stepped back and stumbled, the strength leaving my legs, and I fell. The doctor caught me. “Are you okay?” I nodded, not understanding anything. “Breathe,” he instructed. “Slowly. That's it.” I followed his instructions, holding his arm tight. “Is he ever going to recover?” The doctor looked sad. “Honestly,” he said gently, like he was scared I would lose consciousness. “There's every possibility that he will make it.” He was probably telling me that so I didn't lose my mind.