Mahinhinon Virgins Book 1: Diosa (a.k.a Yosah) Unedited version. Medyo sexy. Medyo rated 18. Most chapters will be private.

Darnell Hernandez messed up his own life. He lost both of his wife and his child. Being successful doesn't always mean that you're happy and contented. He can feel it, something is missing from him. His missing a piece, his queen. But the thing is, his queen has a new king now. She's happy with her new castle. "Ah, this must be my punishment for my bad deeds." he thought But cupid seems to be in a dire need of money and he's working hard to look for Darnell's new queen.

Ang buhay ay isang malaking entablado na may libo libong mananayaw. Some dance in a fast, upbeat tone while some dance in a slower, finer way. But at the end of the song, the fact still remains that we all dance in the tune called life. Iba iba siguro ang paraan natin ng pagsasayaw pero lahat tayo ay darating sa punto kung saan haharapin natin ang huling tugtog, ang huling sayaw.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."