Foundation Novels & Stories

What? I couldn't even fully comprehend the meaning behind her words when dad spoke. "Sandra, I understand your anger but the only person who's at fault is me, not Hailey, not you nor Hope." Dad's hand flew up to his temple and lightly massaged it before he continued, "It was my fault that I fell in love. She didn't even accept my love because she had respect for you,"

In return, her friends share their unique insights on literature and art, broadening Nana's horizons. They even form a small study group for English speaking practice. Laughing at each other's mistakes but also cheering every tiny progress, they make learning a fun and shared adventure. Through these interactions, Nana not only grows academically but also deepens her precious friendships. On weekends, Nana also loves to study with her friends. They often gather at the local library, a quiet haven filled with rows of books. Nana and her pals would sit around a big table, each immersed in their own textbooks but always ready to help one another.

I commented. I saw the sales agent frowned. It is so obvious that she is trying to impress Andrew. Like hello?! I’m the client here and not Andrew! "What do you prefer?" Andrew asked. I thought of what I want. “I like big cars, especially those who I can drive even if there is a flood; you know here in the Philippines, it often floods. Also, I wanted to have a big compartment for my things. I will start to work with Vince soon.” I explained.

walkthrough, the silence was heavy, broken only by the frantic whispers of assistants and the sharp click of expensive shoes on the marble floor. ​I stood behind the secondary camera, my hands steady only because of years of practice, though my chest felt like it was collapsing. He was right there—barely ten feet away. I could see the familiar curve of his jaw and the way his hair caught the light, but the warmth was gone. He looked like a statue carved from ice.

I still needed the oven fixed. I called Sheka, just to hear a friendly voice. "What's up, girl?" She answered the phone all breathe. "Girl, I'm having one of those days. My oven at the bakery went out. I need to find somebody to fix it. Then the kids was acting crazy this morning. "Call the Mr. fix it guy that you and Kita met at the mall." She replied. I rolled my eyes. They had been trying to get me to call him for weeks. I was just not interested in anybody. I wish Kita hadn't told them about Micheal. Every conversation I had with one of these heifers, they somehow found a way to bring him up.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it

"Why would you.. " he asked but I wasn't listening anymore. I snatched his phone from Aunt Gracy but was met with password I wanted to hand it over to him to press his password but he beat me to it by telling me "The password is kejogmet" "okay" I said pressing the password and it unlocked though in my mind, I was surprised. I can remember overhearing NataliesN conversation with Jeanette and Eleanor when Natalie complained Kendall wont tell her his phone's password.

“I’m not leaving you.” Magnus closed his eyes. His lips parted, but no words came out. Then, slowly, his knees buckled. Frederick caught him. Held him up. And he swore—on everything he had left—he would find another way.

I feel more lubricant drip down my shaft and Mollie slowly sinking down causing me to buck my hips at how sensitive I felt. She slowly rides me and I moan against Jessie's slit. I try to lift my hips to get more friction, but my feet were tied. I whimper and Mollie starts riding me like lightning. My body trembles under them both and I feel my cum drip out of Mollie as she rides me into oblivion. I was finding it difficult to keep focus and Jessie climbs off me.