Omotayo
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UNBROKEN
Short stories
At just 21, Sarah's life took a devastating turn when she was assaulted by someone she trusted. The trauma nearly broke her, but she refused to let it define her. Over the years, she faced love, betrayal, and heartbreak, eventually raising five children alone. Despite the struggles of single motherhood, she found strength in her kids, turning pain into purpose. Through resilience, she built a life filled with love, proving that even in darkness, hope and strength can shine through.**
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Contractually Married
Jaycelle Anne Rodriguez As they openly say, 'life isn't fair'! Well for me, that's exactly the definition of my own life. Not until i reached the age of 18, where i signed the most stupid arrangement and contract in my life.
Do you know what consist of that so called arrangement? Well, let me tell you... it's just me and my name who and which is going to be tied 'contractually' by the end of the name of my 'jerk' (so called ) of a husband.
You heard that? Contractually? Yes. We're just going to be 'contractually married' for five years... for five long years.
And since it's only for five years, we don't need to act like those typical husband and wife or a lovey-dovey-couple that you can see everywhere, holding each other's hands while walking, hugging, kissing.. and ohh.. eating each other's face, because that's exactly the opposite situation of our marriage. He hates me with all his guts and same with me.. although i don't knowthe reason why and where his hates coming from.
So here i am, Arrianna Angela Kelley-Smith, married to Alexander Jonathan Smith who is known to be one of the successful and richest bachelor --slash--womanizer in the whole business state of California.
Hmmp! Little did they know, he was already married to me four years ago... His Nasty Little Virgin
viviane *Warning* This book contains explicit content and it's rated 18+. They can be read as standalone as they are all age-gap romances.
Hope y'all are ready for a pleasant ride.
xoxo.
"Oh, please, sir. Please, fuck me!" I screamed in delirium.
The heat from him disappeared for a moment, and I was sad and scared. Where did he go? What had I done wrong now? But he returned, sheathed and ready to plunge into me.
"Oh, thank God," I said breathlessly.
He chuckled a little; slowly he slid in, adjusting me on the sink, aligning me to his dick. Each thrust sent me further into a manic need to come. Perhaps I was screaming, because his hand covered my mouth. For a brief moment, I was frightened. I was panting so hard it blocked my need to breathe, but then his voice was in my ear.
"Come for me, bluebird."