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The Virgin Slutty Stripper

The Virgin Slutty Stripper

Antonia Mela Cruz the heir to the Rodford's empire, a rich business woman, a CEO to a multimillionaire Fashions industry, a mother to a amazing little girl and not just being a mother but a pure still virgin. How right...... A woman whom having been embittered by her past came into a decision of hating the male folks as a whole and for being made to go through pains of motherhood at an early age of 21 decided to pay back in her own revengeful pattern by being a sex worker but because of her class in the society she has to go under guised with a mask to torment every man she lays with and of course she did succeed by giving them a deadly diseases, with her sexy figure and shape it was way easier to book a night with her. A man who hated the mere thinking that he has been bethroted to some to a woman whom he very much hated to the core. Finally had a reason to smile when the engagement between both parties was called off by his father the King. Raymond the first born child of the King lost his entitlement to his very much detested half younger brother which then made he... Ronaldo the heir to the throne and not just that but the very best existing Fashion designer finally embarded on a trip to Texas not just for a business Fashion but to claim his woman. And in that simple trip a whole lot of truths were revealed..... Finding out that at first gaze with the woman whom he merely saw on a photo made a spark enlighten inside him making him feel a strange connection between them and just by staring at the eyes made him feel possessive. Now what happens when two strangers world apart discover they both have a connection and that is with a child when they have never met.... His once bethroted bride, what happens when she vows never to back down with out a fight for the humiliation she feels was caused her.... And what secret does she have locked up in her cupboard how is she the cause for Antonia bitterness... And Antonia is she ever willing to accept a new Lover.... A one night lesbian mistake made her feel good would she follow up that gender or otherwise.... How is she a virgin and still she birth a kid... A sex worker but yet she never sleeps with the men or touches them but they reach a finite climax.... How does she now pass the disease when they spend a night but she comes out paid but yet untouched..... How right..... How possible was she impregnated yet never had an intimate relationship How and where did the male spermatozoa get in her..... A Virgin Slutty Mother
The Fiancée Who Forgot Me

The Fiancée Who Forgot Me

The world tilted, and then went black for a second. I came to with Jess screaming my name after a cyclist hit me, and I pulled her to safety. At the hospital, with a mild concussion, I had a stupid idea: I' d pretend I had amnesia and ask Jess, "Who are you?" Her eyes widened, but then a strange, unreadable expression flickered across her face. With a voice suddenly too sweet, she leaned in and said, "Oh, Ethan, you don' t remember me? I' m Jessica, and Chloe is actually your fiancée. We were just out as friends." My mind went blank, not from the concussion, but from genuine shock. Chloe? Her best friend Chloe? Jess was selling it hard, claiming I'd been "confused" even before the accident and that Chloe was my true love. This wasn' t funny anymore; a cold feeling started in my stomach. She insisted Chloe take me home, citing that familiarity would aid my "recovery." As I lay in Chloe' s unfamiliar bed, the scent of vanilla filling the air, I realized Jess wasn't just playing along; she was hijacking my prank for her own twisted agenda. Then, I overheard her on the phone: she called me "boring" and "clingy," bragging about using Chloe as a "break" so she could see her old flame, Mark. The raw ache in my chest had nothing to do with the concussion; it was the sting of deliberate, cruel dismissal. My fiancée was throwing me away, deliberately and publicly, to pursue someone else. Why was Chloe, this quiet, uncomfortable stranger, going along with Jess' s insane scheme? My anger hardened, but so did a new resolve: if Jess wanted a break, she' d get one, but it would be entirely on my terms. I would expose her lies, one "amnesiac" step at a time.
The Homecoming Queen and the Home-Wrecker

The Homecoming Queen and the Home-Wrecker

Eleven years. I dedicated them all to Wesley Scott, sacrificing my architect dreams to support his political ambitions. After a decade of being his unassuming small-town Texas girl, he finally proposed, not out of love, I suspected, but for his political image. Then, an anonymous email arrived with a photo: Wesley and his childhood friend, Gabrielle, smiling, holding a deed to a luxury Austin condo, purchased jointly under their names. Beneath it, Gabrielle' s chilling message: "Coming home for good." Wesley dismissed it as "just a favor," his casual use of "Gabby" a slap in the face. But the next day, the building manager casually confirmed Gabrielle was the primary owner, and I, his fiancée, was merely "the friend," a temporary guest. That night, at Gabrielle's welcome dinner, Wesley sat beside her, radiating ownership, as everyone toasted them as "the perfect couple." Then, a friend goaded them into a kiss, and Wesley, playing to the crowd, gave Gabrielle a soft, lingering kiss, a gesture of intimacy he never showed me. All eyes turned to me, expecting tears, a scene, but I just smiled. "If Gabrielle wants him," I said, my voice clear and calm, "she can have him." He dragged me out, furious, but a later anonymous message, a screenshot of their secret Instagram post-"To our future!" and his reply, "Whatever you want, you get. Always"-extinguished any lingering hope. It was the same day he'd asked me to move in, calling it "our first real step." His betrayal culminated when a mob of HOA women, spurred by Gabrielle, publicly assaulted me at the condo, and Wesley stood by, calculating the optics of defending me. I collapsed, humiliated, only to later see his reply on the HOA Facebook chat, throwing me under the bus: "The owner on the deed is the one who matters." He had confirmed I was nothing, a squatter to his entire world. When he abandoned me in the hospital for Gabrielle's fake allergic reaction, I knew. It was over. Three days later, at our lavish engagement party, instead of our romantic slideshow, I played the video of their kiss, the condo deed, and his damning words on the jumbo screens. His political career ignited in a glorious fireball. "Why, Wesley?" I told him calmly when he screamed down the phone. "I was just making way for the real couple. After all, the owner on the deed is the one who matters." I hung up and blocked him, and everyone from that life. I was free to build my own.
The Bride's Dark Secret

The Bride's Dark Secret

Our wedding, live-streamed to millions, was meant to be my perfect future with the radiant Veronica. She was my salvation, helping me move past my "psycho ex," Clara Evans, who had supposedly clung to me pathologically. But then, from inside the grand piano, Clara's worn journal slipped to the floor. "What trash is that doing here?" I spat, kicking it away, reinforcing the narrative Veronica had perfected. The Event MC, David, picked it up, announcing the first entry: lyrics to Veronica's signature song, "Faded Embers," dated years before she claimed it. Veronica’s tinkling laugh felt suddenly hollow. I stepped in, defending her, pointing out a prep school melody only "we" would know, further solidifying Clara’s image as a delusional liar online. But David turned the page, reading Clara’s secret high school entries about me. "I think 'Faded Embers' is almost finished. It’s for him." Dated years before Veronica and I even met, before I "officially" knew Clara. My certainty wavered. This wasn’t the Clara Veronica had painted; this was a girl who admired me from afar, a pure unrequited love. The words continued, detailing Veronica's open cruelty: discarded gifts, her chilling taunt “You don’t belong here, street rat,” and the unimaginable horror of Clara’s 19th birthday. "He never believed me. He never asked," Clara had written. I swayed, remembering my cold judgmental rage, Veronica’s calculated comfort. A knot of sickening realization tightened in my gut. The lights flickered, a crystal glass cracked, an ominous sign. This wasn't a wedding anymore; it was a reckoning. And I, Ethan Cole, was just beginning to realize the monstrous truth about the woman I was marrying, and the horrific injustice I had enabled.
Spoile Me With Your Love

Spoile Me With Your Love

He hurriedly looked for the Restroom because he felt it was too hot inside that party. But before he could enter the Restroom, someone pulled him and made him enter a staff room. In shock, he almost screamed but when he saw the man's bulk, he was just as shocked "H-Hades? What are you "Hi Darling, don't you miss me?" he asked while coldly looking at her "H-Hades, I have to go back." I'm slowly getting up in fear "Why baby? I thought you're glad to see me here!" he said and rested his hand on the wall while the different looks that he shot at him little by little "If you ask me now, I will tell you that I don't want to see you anymore!" he cares "Oh come on!" "Why? Is the man you replaced me with better in bed, sweetheart? So you don't want me anymore? Is that so?" he answered with a smile but you could see the burning anger in the young man's eyes "Stop it Hades I'm going home!" "Is he better than me?" he continued and grabbed her shoulder Fuck you Asshole! You turned your back on me! "Did he fuck you harder than I did?" anger can be heard in its voice "Oh!" He screamed at the weight of what he was saying "Oh yeah!" "That's how good you growled Namy, Was he also attracted by that so the man you're with now is also crazy about you!." the eyes it was staring at him were almost glaring "You're insane!" he asked the young man while looking up at him and was about to slap him but the young man immediately grabbed his hand and smiled "Yes! I'm a crazy Asshole Namy!." "And you will see even more how crazy I am Namy." he said while grinning I tried to take my hand that he was holding but Hades just tightened it even more. In an instant, he locked her in his own arms so that he couldn't let go at the same time his lips were on hers The young man's kiss pressed her, at first she was hurt by his kiss so she struggled even more but when he stopped and gave up on struggling with the man, she just gasped. He opened his mouth at the same time as his kiss gradually eased. His lips were warm and soft. They parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside. That kiss became familiar to him from the man, that was a kiss five years ago and he always wished he could feel that again in the past year. How I miss this kiss! How I miss this man! On the other hand, she felt relieved again because she felt the kiss of the man she loved the most.
His Baby Mama (Be My Woman)

His Baby Mama (Be My Woman)

🎈B£ MY WÖMÃN🎈 (His•Baby•Mama...) _______________ PROLOGUE. DON'T COPY OR REPOST ‼️ By: Naomi Cindy B. ★ Rosy Klein did all she could to sponsor herself and her boyfriend through college. She has been dating Stefan since highschool, but immediately they started college, Stefan lost his parents and almost quit school, but Rosy took the responsibility. Stefan is a guy she loves so much, and she couldn't bear watching him drop out, though she's an orphan herself. Part time jobs and illegal gigs brought her the cash she earned, and with that, she was able to sponsor herself and Stefan, but on their graduation day... Stefan proposed to her best friend right in front of her, and her world crumbled. That same day, Roman Lawson planned proposal for his girlfriend, and he was hoping it'd be the best night of their lives. He has been dating Gwen for three years, and though she did nothing for him throughout, but to him, her love was enough. He payed for her mother's yearly surgery even when he's just a struggling youth. He even bought Gwen a car with his first salary, all for love. But on getting to the proposal venue, Gwen turned him down and ran out in tears after confessing that she's currently in love with someone else. Roman's world shattered. The pain of betrayal and heartbreak made him drive to the bar where he drank himself to stupor. There he met Rosy who also came to drink as a result of what Stefan did to her. Fate had it's way, and something huge happened between them that night... Huge enough to change everything about their existence. Who can't wait to find out what the huge something is and how huge it is? Are you ready to be on a rollercoaster of emotions? Join this sweet ride to see what life holds for this two and what future dramas will look like. Trust me, it's a book that'd keep you at the edge of your seat throughout... Don't miss out.