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My Wife Is My Ex-girlfriena's Beat Friend

My Wife Is My Ex-girlfriena's Beat Friend

Hi, I'm Sammy Vazquez Falcon, I'm intersex. I fell in love with my friend, Margaret Reyes Vergara. And my brother's name, Rocky Vasquez Falcon. "Class dismissed..." Our teacher said. "Sammy, are you coming home right away? .. Marcus said. Marcus Montefalco has been my best friend since freshman year of high school. He is handsome, tall, his skin color is just right, and he is also smart. "Sammy .... Bridgette Revira's one also shouted. Beautiful, white, smart, kind but sometimes funny. "Don't shout. I'm not deaf..." I said as I bumped into him. "said Bridgette. "What about Leona?..... Marcus asked. Maybe looking for a chixx hehehehe.... Bridgette said. Who searched nagchixxx .... Leona Binetez, who just arrived, said. "Hep², Let's go home. Where else are you going to talk.... What I just said to them. "What you say is that you avoid talking about your ex...." The three said at the same time, If you are a friend. By the way, I have an ex girlfriend before way back Junior high school named Rachelle Suarez, we broke up because she said she was straight, she didn't want to be in a relationship with a girl like that. To be honest, that part hurts me, about the fact that he doesn't know that I have a masculine penis. Only a few people know that I have something like that. Actually, If I'm really a woman..I'll choose what's appropriate for me, just in case I have junjun in between my thighs. And one more thing, I'm prettier hehehe, the male genitals are more dominant. Just think about how beautiful it is, the way it used to be. By the way, my friends and I were just senior high school you might ask..... We are here at the school gate near the parking area....well... Because we have a motorcycle... "Guys, I'm going to go first.... We have a family dinner because...," said Bridgette. "Me too..... Leona said. "Me too bro... Said Marcus. "Alright... Be careful... That's what I said. I also got on my motorcycle... Meanwhile............... As I was approaching the opposite side of the house... I saw a car parked.... I thought there might be a visitor. As I was about to enter the gate, I heard someone laughing... I guess it was my brother's friend. I also parked my motorcycle in the parking area. When I entered the house, I immediately saw my brother's friends, a mix of women and men. My brother saw me right away....I also looked around at his colleagues. Then I wished them all a good afternoon. My brother came close to me with a hug and a fistbump.. "Musta Ang school my double Kara... laughing My brother said... "Brother.... shut up.... I hit him at the same time.. why? Because we are already looking at each other as his friends... besides, there is also a temptation with me because they say I am more attractive than my brother. just charr.. You're not joking.....how about it Because I'm only wearing long sleeves and then tucking them in slacks If wearing with matching black shoes . I also told them that I was going up first to get dressed, before I could even go up, I felt that I saw something... at first.. I just didn't pay attention.... but I still looked. .. according to One of my brother's friend who is a girl....winked and even smirked at me. I just shook my head..... I still felt that I saw something in me but I just ignored it... then I continued to go up to the room.
Owned By My Two Mafia Bosses

Owned By My Two Mafia Bosses

“Kneel,” I growled, pushing her down. She did as she was ordered without hesitation. I purred, praising her submissiveness, and trailed a thumb along her lips. I closed my eyes and saw my Rose kneeling in front of me, her jet-black eyes piercing me like thorns and her fragrance, flavoring my darkened soul. …. A princess in darkness could only wish for her knight in shining armor to the rescue. Driven by passionate desires and lost in a sinful one until there's a displacement of purpose, want, and vision. An angel on the street but a demon on the bed. Like an itch, she soothes and pricks. Saddled by the responsibility of her actions from three years ago, she thought it was over but unknown to her it had only begun. An object of imaginative reality could only be allowed a chance to breathe. Enraged by the occurrence of three years ago, wealth and power became his monumental compensation. Although he looked like a God, he won't hesitate to send you straight to hell. His bloodline has left him merciless against his prey and his rise to the top of the consortium was a ride to hell and beyond. The scars on him were the testament of his brooding and the tattoos on him were writings of the stories and secrets he had. One thing for each. In Babel, mercy means weakness, and love was often lust Sharpened by the edges of the sword and brooded in the darkest of tunnels and formed into a beast. Trained to destroy, kill and overcome until he meets again after three years, the person he least expects and loses the one he never knew he had. A new rage is born!
The Begging Of His Love

The Begging Of His Love

"Love, let's go to the park." I went down the stairs, filled with hope, and approached Cloud, hoping for a softer response. "Please, Luna, can you stop this? And don't call me 'love'-I don't love you. Ours is just an arranged marriage, and maybe you've forgotten that you're the reason Stella and I broke up." "Is it my fault, Cloud? I'm a victim too. Do you think I wanted to be tied to a man I don't even love? I'm struggling just as much as you are, Cloud." My voice trembled, pleading for his understanding. "Why don't you just leave me? Oh, right, because you won't have anyone to leech off of if you leave me." He laughed, but his every sneer was filled with anger, especially when our eyes met. "You have no right to say that, Cloud! I've never asked you for money!" I shouted back, holding onto what little dignity I had left. "I'm getting the divorce papers finalized today, and you need to sign them as soon as possible. I can't stand seeing your face every day." But the truth was, every word he said felt like a knife cutting into my heart. "C-Cloud, maybe we can still talk about this." I reached for his hand, still hoping there was a chance, but he pulled it away. "What's there to talk about? Isn't it clear that I don't want you and that I don't love you?" His voice thundered through the mansion, his words like a storm shattering my world. "Right, you don't love me." I laughed, but it was filled with bitterness. I looked at him, trying to hide my tears. "You know, Cloud, I wanted to stay by your side until you learned to love me. But I can't, because you've already given up on us. Yes, you don't love me because I'm the reason you and Stella broke up." "Cloud, I studied how to love you. I admit, at first, I didn't want to be with you. But I couldn't help it. Slowly, I started falling for you, and I foolishly thought that maybe one day, you'd learn to love me too. But no, I was wrong. I just wanted to be loved by you, Cloud, but you denied me even that. My chest felt heavy, and trembling, I stepped back." "You know, I dreamed of you loving me the way you loved Stella. But I guess that's impossible." I laughed again, but this time, it was empty, filled only with sadness and pain. "There's no point in forcing myself on you anymore. Maybe I've suffocated you so much that you're begging for your freedom. I'm sorry for being the reason you and Stella broke up. Don't worry, I'll talk to her." I forced a smile, even as I felt myself breaking inside. "Since your birthday is coming up, my gift to you is my signature on the divorce papers. Just call me when they're ready. I'll start packing." Once inside my room, I collapsed to my knees, letting the tears I'd been holding back flow freely. "Why does it always have to be like this? I just wanted to feel his love..." After I finished packing, I went down the stairs. I found Cloud in the living room, standing with his back to me. "Ah, Cloud, I'm leaving now. Just call me when the divorce papers are ready. Thank you for everything, Cloud." I forced a smile and walked out of the mansion, carrying the feelings I wanted to bury but couldn't let go of. "You're free now, Cloud. You can be with Stella. Even though it hurts, I'll endure it. I took a deep breath. This time, I won't beg for your love."
Reborn Embrace: Taming the Possessive Tycoon

Reborn Embrace: Taming the Possessive Tycoon

I woke up gasping from a nightmare of flames devouring Chandler Finch's estate, my body wrapped in burning curtains as I died alone. But my eyes opened to silk sheets in his penthouse master bedroom. He was alive beside me, his cedarwood scent real. This was my second chance—I'd been reborn. His phone buzzed: Eugenia Stewart's "emergency." Her security detail reported her refusing meals, unstable. Chandler bolted without a glance, rushing to her side. I signed the brutal cohabitation contract binding me to him, but Temperance had planted birth control pills in the trash—a trap to frame me. Chandler found them, exploded in jealous rage, crushing the pills to dust. "No child unless it's mine," he growled, possessive fire in his eyes. Brett, Eugenia's lapdog, stormed in later, accusing me of manipulation. I fired back: Chandler demanded my womb for his heir. Brett paled, fled to tattle. Then the storm hit—power outage, locked on the terrace in pouring rain, freezing as Eugenia faked an asthma attack on Chandler's line, stealing his focus again. I hung up, huddled with a stray puppy, nearly dying from hypothermia. He'd never believed me before—Eugenia's lies always won, dooming me to isolation and fire. Why did her every whimper trump my screams? How could he be so blind? This time, reborn weeks before the inferno, I wouldn't beg. I'd play his game, shatter Eugenia's web, and make Chandler mine—before the flames returned.