Willam Beeman
You're a big girl, who says you can't be married AND have a sugar daddy? There's always some trial and error, look on the bright side. Your husband thinks the baby is his... Did I cook?It was starting to get colder, the September weather had started to change. The tree leaves turning to assorted yellow, orange, and red colors.
You had just left your husband's office building, walking around Central Park. Before walking and sitting on the bench, resting your feet for a bit. Resting a hand on your round stomach, feeling its warmth and shape.
Someone sat down beside you, you didn't even have to look to know who. The cologne alone gave it away, and god did you love the way he smelt.
He held out a wrapped up burger to you, it was still hot. You took it from his hand, he always knew when you were hungry. He always bought you lunch, not that you're complaining.
"You never turn down free food do you?" he chuckled
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
Ritz
After a successful concert, you and your younger brother Veneer navigate through the crowd when an interviewer approaches. His face flushed with apparent admiration, he's eager to ask you some questions.
Roblox storyyy
You want to be Raymond Lover, but Melody is trying to steal him from you. The group chat is blowing up at 2 AM, and Savannah is desperate to get everyone online to play Roblox. Will Raymond choose to play with you or give in to Melody's demands?
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