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"I'm not scared of you, I'm scared of history repeating itself" I whispered out. He grabbed my chin to make me look him in the eye, "I didn't hear you". Looking into his eye I repeated "I'm not scared of you, I'm scared of history repeating itself". His gaze was so intense "Peaches I would never hurt you I promise", his gaze slipped from my eyes to my lips as my tongue slips out to moisten my dry lips. His gaze travels back up to me eyes as he closes the distance between us his head dips low close to my face as his lips touch mine. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Mia's life in the past 21 years has been up and down, she is finally ready to break out of her habits and start being her old self. That means leaving everything behind, her family, her life and starting again. However she could never predict what was going to happen next, an arrogant wealthy man, a child and a life she was never expecting. When Mia set off she was looking something, little did she know her life was about to become complicated what happens when her past catches up with her?

A story about a girl who is very reserved. She doesn't like to make friends. She hates to be at home. She always wants to runaway from all the situations. what happens when the girl meets a boy? why is she so reserved, don't like friends? Highly ranked #4, 27 march 2020 #76, 23 December 2016 #91, 25 December 2016 #96, 27 December 2016 #99, 26 December 2016 #100,19 December 2016 #100, 12 December 2016 #103, 18 December 2016 #104, 28 December 2016 #113, 5, 24December 2016 #117 , 4 December 2016 #118, 21 December 2016 #125,2december 2016 #196, 22 March 2017

A very real portrayal of being a working mother and wife, the trials and tribulations, the hilarious day to day. If your easily offended this may not be for you, I write how I speak and say things. Just imagine a thick, broad Yorkshire accent. I swear, a lot. From navigating being a first time mum, from new born to school age, to being a wife and your own person, these are personal stories with humour and plenty of love. I hope it makes you cry happy tears, brings you side splitting laughs, and general feelings of " yes, I know how you feel, I know what you mean"

Aitana Daniels was at the age of twenty-six. She gave birth to her baby girl Freyah Raven Daniels six years ago at age twenty. Many people call Aitana a slut because she did not know who the father was of her child. She is barley getting paid enough to keep her apartment and expensives of her daughter Freyah. All Aitana is looking for is for someone to love her and daughter no matter. Someone to treat her right. ~~~ Sawyer Johnson was at the age of twenty-eight. He was sadly a billionare by the hands of his father. He lived in a lonely mansion that was full of maids and butlers. He knows that he doesn't need a whole mansion but he likes the fact of having people around him so he made sure to get Butlers and maids to have at his house. All Sawyer wants is someone to love and cherish forever, but it seems that day hasn't come. ~>|>|>~ What's my name?" Sawyer said slapping her thick ass "Sawyer" She moaned as she felt her ass sting some from that slap. "What.Is.My.Name" He growled slapping her ass every time he spoke a word. She moaned at the slaps. "Daddy" she whispered embarrassed. "Louder" "Daddy" She said in her normal voice. Sawyer didn't like that so he slapped her ass until she spoke the way he wanted. Her ass was turning redder by the second. "DADDY" she screamed at the 10th slap on her ass. Her ass was red from the hard slaps he gave her but she didn't care. ~~~~ #1 in Mother- March 8, 2019 #2 Love- April 4, 2019 #51 Family-September 14, 2019 #41 Family- September 15,2019 #31- Family- September 21,2019 #27-Family-October 2,2019 #1 single-October 27,2019

⚠️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ 𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 ✍ 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒕𝒉. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ She was never anyone's first choice. Never the one they longed for, never the name whispered in love, never the heart someone ached for. She was just 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞- a replacement, a temporary fix for someone else's absence. When things went wrong, when mistakes needed a scapegoat, the blame always found its way to her. It didn't matter if she deserved it. It never did. And then, 𝐡𝐞 happened. He didn't see her as a substitute. He didn't compare her to ghosts of the past. He loved her- 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 her- like she was the only one who had ever mattered. But with him came a world she had never known. A world of royalty, secrets, blood, and a family whose wounds ran deeper than she could have imagined. And for the first time, she was allowed to be herself. Not the girl who had to be strong. Not the one who had to endure. Not someone merely waiting for the next thing to hu

Warning: Don't even read it if any of this might disturb you.. Contains: •Verbal abuse •Physical abuse •Mentions of sexual harassment •Kidnapping • violence And many more _______________________________________________ "Leave me," came a low voice. "What did you say?" the man growled, staring directly into her eyes. "Leave me," she repeated, this time a little louder. The man marched over and grabbed her chin harshly. "Listen to me, Mrs. Randhawa. I won't leave you. Unfortunately for you, you're stuck with me for life... and even in the afterlife, if it exists," he said, before releasing her chin. "I AM A BURDEN WHO BRINGS MISFORTUNE! WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND?" the girl shouted, watching the man as he walked away.

The choices we make in life can make or break us. However, some people make choices out of selfish reasons; not knowing their actions at the present time will have repercussions in the future. We are told not to worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow is not promised. That could be very well true. However, what if tomorrow is promised; how would you reexamine yesterday? What would you do differently today? How would you prepare for tomorrow? We are told to live for today, however, the question is-how many people live for "today?" If you are living for "today" at the end of the day, could you say you took care of all of your responsibilities? Each day has a purpose; each day creates a memory, and each day should be precious. Ask yourself-did you put your best foot forward? Or did you point fingers at everyone else instead of focusing on what you need to improve? The important question is: at the end of each day, are you satisfied with the decisions you've made? Dear Fathers of the Fatherless Children: Do you know your sons and daughters are AMAZING? They are full of life and they are truly a blessing. Your sons and daughters need you in their lives. Fathers of the fatherless children, your sons and daughters crave your presence and your support. They want you in their lives more than you will ever know. Fathers of the fatherless children, open your eyes and know your presence is very critical. Be your son's hero and let him know he can conquer the world. Be your daughter's first knight in shining armor. Be a part of your son's and daughter's success instead of their pain

Vindictive words of your beloved hurts the most. At first you are taken aback. You won't believe its from them. It cause unbearable pain at first but pain doesn't lessen in second, third and so on time. As the time passes intensity of the pain increased and at one point either you completely succumbed or became immune to every emotion. This is story of Vindictive Akshay and headstrong Smita. "I'll do as I please. Who are you to stop me? "Anger radiating from each cell of Smita. Her eyes were shooting daggers and pupils dilated.Nostrils were flared, muscles clenched and fist is ready to hit him. " Ah my feisty princess is back. "he remarks. " I am not yours infact I never was. "she snapped. He took calculative steps towards her and holds her waist tightly with one hand. " What are you doing?" Smita struggles in his arms. She moved her hands vigorously to free herself from his grip but no avail his grip tightened on her waist. He pulled her towards him. Her breast were touching his bare torso. Her each movement now igniting raw passion and desire. Her breath became uneven and her struggle subsides.Its good for her as her efforts is sterile in compare to his strength. His hand touched her neck and stopped at her chin. He lifts her chin and looked directly into her eyes. "kiss me. "he ordered her. His words felt like venom. It felt like someone pour molten lava in her ears. She tries to push him away but his grip strengthens. "You will kiss me today sweetheart. "his words ran shivers in her spine. " please "came a whisper from her. " You can leave AFTER KISSING ME" his emphasise words broke her hope. She stands on her tip toes, hold his face in her hands and placed her lips on his. His hand caressed her hairs and pulled her closer. He took all she have. When they were breathless he broke the kiss. "Forever mine, all mine, mine only . "he remarked. "Never yours." English is not my first language so you may witness grammatical errors.

HIGHLY MATURE BOOK♨(SMUT) You're perfect," he murmurs, and slams into me his hard as a rock, causing me to scream in pleasure and dig my nails into his shoulders 𝗘𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗮;𝟭𝟵 The moment I saw him everything went in slow-motion; I got a huge crush on him no matter if he is 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 then me Idgf I love age gap; everything was good until I got to know he is deeply in love with my elder sister; I backed off but deep inside this lil crush on him was still there! "And here I am taking vows with him as a replacement for my sister" ✧✧ꮺ𓍼𓂅✧✧ꮺ𓍼𓂅✧✧ 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝘂𝗹 𝗔𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗹;𝟮𝟵 Stand at the helm of Agarwal and Sons, one of the country's wealthiest and most powerful jewelry empires spread across the world. Born into privilege, surrounded by opulence-mansions, luxury cars, and everything money can buy. But wealth? That's just the surface. What drives me is more than just success or the fortune passed down from my father; it's the legacy I've built with my own hands. But behind the polished image and towering wealth, But beneath the power and riches, I'm broken soul shattered by betrayal. And Eshana-she's a part of this twisted game. I hate her. Or at least, I want to. Every glance, every moment with her, only reminds me of the pain. But she'll regret every second she's in my world because I don't lose. Ever. And I mean every word when I say I'll make her regret it. ✧✧ꮺ𓍼𓂅✧✧ꮺ𓍼𓂅✧✧ Him: Mmm.Red, wildcat. Were you thinking of me when you covered these tits with my favorite color? Did you touch yourself in front of the mirror and come with my name on your lips? Did you stand in front of the mirror, touching yourself, imagining it was my hands? Did you moan my name, desperate, while your fingers explored places only I should?" . . Get ready for lots of heartbreak, betrayal, and of course a ton of smut! (⁠

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 Fragile 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 broad 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆 !!! The heck you are so Fragile That whenever I touch you I feel like I might crush you under my arms .... Iam not fragile you are so big .. she replied almost whispering... Why did you kissed him on his cheeks ?? ... he asked in his gruffy voice Arhaan he is just a child !!! So what I don't like my wife touching any male species other than me !!! He said .. Your bea-beard i-is pie-piercing my sk-skin it-its hur-hurting plz lea-leave me ... she said in a low voice almost stammering You know na that you mine "Mrs Samira Arhaan" So kindly cope up with this just today , tomorrow I'll shave it just for you ... " TROPE" ☆ Age gap ☆senior junior trope ☆she fell first but he fell harder ☆family friends ☆Collage romance ☆Soft romance ☆ possessive male lead ☆ controlling ☆ obsession at first sight This is my first writing I hope you guys will appreciate