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I looked down at my hands defeated, knowing she always says that but ends up coming back after another month. " Now get ready, and come to eat some breakfast, me and Ayman will be waiting for you." I flinched. Uncle Ayman. The man mom considers as a hero when actually he is a zero. The man that made my life a living hell. My mom's husband, My stepfather.

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I energetically respond with a shake of my head. “I miss eating at the canteen!” Jude smile back at me. “Then it’s my treat, Charmie.” “Oh! Treat?! I love hearing those words!” @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE Thank you so much!

Unbeknownst to him, it was the start of a new relationship. ~ END~ Author’s Note: Next Story ‘The Tinder Hookup”

But never in someone like Drew Carter. That’s what made it interesting. --- It was a Sunday night when the text came in. Liam was sprawled out on his dorm bed, sketching in his notebook. He saw the notification pop up and smiled. Unknown Number: You busy? Need help with Econ. Right. Econ. Liam: Who’s this? Unknown Number: You know who. He waited five seconds before replying. Liam: Be there in 10. --- Drew’s dorm was on the athlete’s floor—slightly bigger rooms, private bathrooms, and the faint scent of protein powder in the hall.

With trembling fingers, I opened his zip and pushed his trousers and brief down a little. His cock sprang free. It was long, very thick, and veiny. The head was dark and shining from precum. I gasped and took one step back. It was even bigger than I imagined Professor Hungs groaned and took an equal step towards me and made me wrap my hand around it. “That’s it babygirl. Feel how hard you make me” I snatched my hand back and held them against my chest “wait Prof. I don't think this is a good idea. I…"

He shook his head, seemingly undisturbed by the heavy breeze. The next moment, the weapons on the shelf all started glowing, no, pulsing with lights of different colours. "Here we go, something Greek." He mumbled, the lights and wind stopping as soon as those words left his mouth. "Was that really necessary, Bama?" Scott drawled, his hair looking like a raccoon plated with it. "Got to give the newcomer a proper welcome." He chuckled, bringing his right hand to the counter. My eyes widened as his previously empty hand now held a wooden book the side of a toolbox.

Intro: Seductive Nanny is a college dropout who's curious about her sexual experience, which leads her to get involved with two explorative couples who are more than willing to give her the best sex experience of what sex is all about. Kayla. I’m twenty years old. I dropped out of college. Because I simply couldn’t afford the fees for my second year, I returned home, determined to find a job to help me save enough to continue my studies.

"What are you talking about?" Sarah’s fingers hovered over her keyboard. A strange feeling settled in her gut. "What news?" she asked warily. Instead of answering, Olivia reached over and tapped the screen. "See for yourself." Sarah’s heart pounded as she opened her browser. And then she froze. There, plastered across the screen, was a headline that made her stomach lurch. BREAKING NEWS: JAMES TURNER AND CHLOE HARRISON – A SECRET ROMANCE EXPOSED Beneath it were photos. Pictures of James and Chloe, her best friend, wrapped in each other’s arms. Laughing. Kissing. Whispering in each other’s ears like they were the only two people in the world.

In my room now– I pace around restlessly, heart hammering against my chest like a war drum. The envelope in my hand feels heavier than it should. It's just parchment and wax, right? Just a letter. Just Amanda. Except nothing has been “just” since I got thrown into this accursed union. I sit on the edge of my bed and stare at the damn thing for another full minute before finally cracking the seal. The handwriting is undeniably Amanda's– sharp, elegant, and familiar enough to tug at something soft in me.