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Diary Of A Wimpy Kid Yo Mama

THE BILLIONAIRE'S BABY MAMA

"Please come back to me," the tears flowed freely down his cheeks, falling tiredly on his tuxedo as he knelt in the sun close to his Lamborghini Sian, ignoring the passersby who couldn't cease to stare at the romantically diminishing sight. Tears gathered in her eyes, mirroring his feelings. "I want to, but I can't!" The words ceremoniously led to the outpour of more tears, some lucky ones falling straight into her mouth. "If only you had come earlier," the painful thought cut through her chest, tearing down the arteries that guarded her heart against romantic entanglement "Why can't you come back? My heart beats only for you. Your sight alone quenches my thirst and hunger. Come back to me, and I'll accommodate both you and your daughter. Keeping your hearts safe in my hands will be a duty I'll swear to carry on till eternity," he broke into a weak sob "Come back to me, lest I die," he breathed heavily, holding his chest as he voiced the words "Oh, Edward!" Her rehearsed self-control slipped from its firm stand "I want nothing more but to stand in your arms forever" she sighed "But I'm no more the girl you used to love, I'm a Prostitute!" Orphaned Roxanne, manages to land a job as a cleaner in a very prestigious company after four years of waiting helplessly. But the job comes with other tasking responsibilities, that keep her forever on her toes; she has to keep herself from drowning in the grumpy CEO's lusty bed However, withholding herself from falling into lusty temptation isn't the only struggle she has to face, as she is doomed to find out that the secret of her birth family has been lying beneath her nose, that her moral self-control against lust has slipped out of place and given way to a seed that has zero chance of knowing a father and that there is a concentratedly dangerous killer who would not rest until she has been reduced to ashes.
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Second chance - Diary of a transmigrator

The sweet scent of flowers invades my nostrils, while a light breeze caresses my body. I reflexively turn the other way, my hand flailing around my waist futilely seeking my blanket. Unable to find it, I gradually wake up, only to realize that I am not on my bed, nor in my room or in my house… instead, I am lying in a patch of grass in what looks to be a small clearing in a forest. Wait… WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES???? I jump to my feet in panic and look left and right trying to figure out what is happening. My mind can’t process the situation, but after a few minutes the panic recedes and I start thinking somewhat rationally again. I check myself for any injuries or bugs crawling on me and I am relieved when I find none. Then my brain processes what my eyes see and I freeze. I once again start checking my body slowly, running my hands over it inch by inch. My beer belly is gone, the white hairs on my chest are now black and my body while not exactly rippling has defined muscle lines. Yeah, nice dream, I thought. I haven’t looked or felt so good since I was 20. Then reality slaps me again. A memory surfaces from the depth of my mind from a researcher’s interview on tv; you can’t smell something in your dreams, you just identify the scent that you should be smelling. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I smell the grass, the little violet flowers, the scent of the tree resin carried by the wind… fuck!... Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore…
PinkCulture · 6.9K Views
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