True Begining Novels & Stories

I stared at the white ceiling above me, my heart thumping loudly.This is how it is going to be, right? I am going to lose my virginity to this man. I swallowed hard, closing my eyes.I didn't even protest or disagree. It's not like he forced me or anything. This is me agreeing to be a sculpt model. He brought a chair, setting it beside me, he sat down on it, and began staring at me."As I predicted, you have an incredible body."

Dea, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt the urge to turn on her phone, which was previously turned off. For some reason, something was bothering her. The flat device, once lifeless, was now brought back to life by the woman. She gazed at the screen with an expressionless face, assuming there was nothing there. However, her assumption was wrong. There were several messages and calls from an unfamiliar number. Yet, Dea knew it was Mr. Bad. She immediately started reading the messages.

Her expressions told me she was going to tell me her biggest secret. "Yesterday when I told you that I'm repeating the first year because I didn't do quite well, that wasn't the complete truth. Yeah, there is truth in it but not completely. I didn't think we will get along so well so I didn't tell you the whole truth and besides, the complete truth is a little too personal so how could I tell you? You were just a stranger to me at that time." "I understand,"

Not in this lifetime. Once, I had been head over heels for her, ready to do anything she asked. However, those days were long gone. She had lost that right. As time went on, I stepped into my dad's shoes and took over the family business. One day, on my way to seal a deal, I ran into Rebecca and Marvin loitering outside the office of our potential partners. "Mr. Lewis, think it over! A million or two could make all the difference. Our hospital can bounce back," Rebecca said.

Unknown time until everything changes. The countdown has begun.

I only shrank back a little closer to Abby, looking timid and defeated. Abby took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, signaling me to stay calm. Soon, the host took the stage and began announcing the next segment. After several rounds of charity auctions, the host's tone suddenly grew excited. "Next, we have the most anticipated moment of the night!" he declared. "This special donation comes from Mr. Bourn of Bourn Enterprise—an extraordinary legacy that could change the entire market!" The spotlight shifted toward the stage. Two security guards stepped up, carefully carrying a metal safe still faintly covered in dirt, and placed it at the center of the platform.

This. This room. These people. This beginning.

The rules were simple, sensual, and designed for deep connection: - Every turn starts with self-touch. - You must whisper exactly what you feel, what you want, and what you imagine. - The others echo your words while touching themselves or you. - The chain builds until we’re all lost in it. My heart was racing as Elena traced a finger down my stomach. “You start, Sophia,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. “Take off your thong, spread your legs, and touch yourself. Whisper every sensation to us.” I slowly slid my thong down my legs and kicked it away. I opened my thighs wide, feeling completely exposed between them. My hand slid down and cupped my already wet pussy.

The beginning of love. The beginning of secrets. And the beginning of a truth that would eventually destroy us both.

And just like that, the day began. --- *******************************************TBC 💕✨️