Hassan Al-MakkiReturning home with Carolina and the children brought me a strange sensation, something unfamiliar to me, as I barely had a family to call my own. Even though I’m getting involved with this beautiful and fragile woman, she belongs to another man.From the moment I saw her crying in that kitchen, wearing only pajamas, I knew that at some point, she would return to her husband—not because she forgave what happened, as my Sayidati already forgave him long ago. I can see it in every longing sigh she has for that muscle-bound man, as she calls him.The children were restless in the back seat, pulling me out of my thoughts. I noticed they were eager for their mother's full attention.“Hassan?” Sayidati called me, and I glanced at the rearview mirror. “Stop at that diner...”I looked ahead and saw the drive-thru. The glow in her eyes and the smile on her face made it clear she was craving it. I nodded, rewarded with a lovely smile from the woman who has already stolen my hear
Hassan Al-MakkiI smiled at her conviction, unbuckled my belt, and lowered it just enough to free my erection."Look at me." My Sayidati was lying down on the table.I watched as she squeezed her breasts and tried to close her legs for comfort. Grabbing her thighs, I pulled her closer to me, keeping my eyes locked on hers, and slid her panties aside.I brushed my erection against her glistening core, guiding it until I was fully inside, pulling a moan from my woman."Are you my woman?" I asked, moving slowly in and out."I am, Tajdid, I’m yours..." she said, her eyes fixed on mine, the truth reflected in them.I quickened my movements, feeling her body preparing to explode into an orgasm. Supporting myself on her thighs, I spread her wide open, unable to stop imagining “my” woman in other positions.Mine. She had confirmed she was mine...I closed my eyes, envisioning my Sayidati wearing a hijab, walking through the palace as my parents doted on her like a princess.Sliding my fingers
Carolina AlcântaraDamn it!I didn’t expect Bruno to show up out of nowhere at my house. Seeing my bundle of muscles trying to act authoritarian, demanding I ease his fears, was just too much for me.How can I do that if I might get killed in the process? I think, watching him leave the room.I sit on the edge of the bed, trying to calm myself after being practically dragged out of my best sleep. I don’t regret letting him see me naked, since my body isn’t exactly a secret to Bruno.But when I saw Hassan open the door to check on me, I noticed his face wasn’t just worried, it carried a hint of jealousy. And by the way, he shut the door, it wasn’t directed at Bruno.I stand up from the bed, clutching the sheet against my body. I put on a dress but can’t find my underwear, at least not anywhere on the bedroom floor. I step out of the room, determined to find out if Bruno has already left.I glance at the living room and see Frank and Marcos sitting there, looking startled.“Where is my
Carolina AlcântaraI love him with all my heart, and I wish nothing bad happens to him. But I can’t face this situation anymore; my mind is overwhelmed with it.At this moment, my feelings are completely torn. I love my husband, but I am falling for the Arab man whom I’m sure is watching me from a distance. I know that perhaps Hassan will never be enough to ease the pain of my decision to move forward. But it would be inconsistent with myself if I tried to keep my marriage with Bruno.I spent a week torturing my muscles, trying to compensate for the pain and anger from his betrayal.Maybe if I did the same…What hurt this time was seeing his actions with that girl. I saw his hands gripping her waist, saw how his body responded to the desire he felt for her, saw the scratches he received on his chest…That’s what won’t leave my mind. Damn it, I’m Madame Switzerland, I’ve never forgiven any abuse women close to me have suffered. How could I forgive what happened in that room?“Can we ta
Bruno AlcântaraI lie beside my Goddess and see how fragile she is, even though we just made love. I know she’s as confused as I am at this moment.I don’t want to pressure her, but it’s also not easy to accept that my Goddess will have another man in her bed while I’m in the same house with her. I pull her into my chest and keep our eyes locked. I smile when the blanket covers us, especially her feet, which are always cold.“Forgive me…” I silence her before she can finish what she’s thinking.“I’m the one who should be begging for your forgiveness, my Goddess. I understand what you’re feeling.” I take a deep breath and force a smile, facing her.“It hurts me to know what you’ve decided, but I accept your choice.” I smile and wipe away a tear that formed in her eyes.“That’s why I’m so confused, Bruno, thinking I don’t deserve either you or Hassan.” I let out a laugh.“You’re the most wonderful woman there is, my Goddess.” I say, continuing to caress her back. “If he doesn’t know, I’
Bruno AlcântaraI stumble backward and fall onto the liquor cabinet, destroying most of the bottles that were there. I try to free myself from my brother-in-law's grip.But Cláudio is as tall as I am, just not as muscular. Even though I'm trying to avoid him, I can't; I'm trapped between his legs, and his hand is gripping my shirt."I trusted you…" I feel the impact again, my eyebrow splits, and blood begins to flow."My sister doesn’t deserve this!" Cláudio exclaims, releasing my shirt violently.My body collapses, and I hit the back of my head on the broken edge of the cabinet. I look at my brother-in-law, who walks toward my sister, still facing away from where I’ve fallen.The heat trickling down my face is more than deserved; I know that if Carol could have done this, she would have done it again, and I have the feeling that this time, she wouldn’t leave me alive. I wipe the blood from my face and look at the mess around me.I struggle to get up as I hear Cláudio trying to convin
Ivone FritzBeing married to the leader of an organization trying to unite various mafias into a single entity is becoming unbearable. Especially after our home was invaded a few years ago, leaving me brutally beaten and my son hurt.Watching the man I fell in love with in Greece transform day by day into someone consumed by revenge is making all the affection I feel for him completely disappear.The only thing keeping me by his side is the knowledge that he will be ruthless with Andreas if I’m not around to stop the madness he’s planning. Thankfully, I managed to leave Munich without bodyguards by claiming we’d be staying with Carolina.I glance at Mia’s delicate face as she sleeps peacefully in my lap, while Andreas fights off sleep in the seats ahead. I cannot allow their father to do to them what he has been doing to Saymon.“I’m worried, Ivone…” Clarice whispers behind me.After we left Munich, we made a quick stop to pick her up in Santorini. I knew something had happened, somet
Ivone FritzListening to what Carolina had in mind is practically madness, but I could see she was determined to go through with it. Just like Bruno's gaze, hers was filled with sadness as she spoke.However, it was evident he had already come to terms with the situation he himself caused. It was also clear that Carolina had forgiven him for being caught in bed with another woman. All of this was happening because she had lost trust in the man who called her "Goddess."Perhaps if she distanced herself with the story of a high-risk pregnancy, she could have a peaceful pregnancy with Hassan taking care of everything around her. As much as I love my son, he made the gravest of mistakes.Not because he slept with another woman, but because he had promised never to drink to the point of doing something foolish again. From what I know of my daughter-in-law, if it had been merely a slip-up, she would have punished him and tried to move forward with the marriage.But breaking a promise to the
Between Wines, LoveZara AlcântaraMy youngest brother's wedding happened, and I still can't believe so many things have happened in the last five months.I gaze at the sunset that occurred in Ibiza. I managed to return to Capri alongside Pietra and Guilherme. I didn't want to spend any more time deluding myself that one day Ruslan would give up who he is to live by my side in Europe.Being in love with him was something that wasn't in my plans, but what could I do? He's handsome, a lord, that romantic man every woman hopes to find one day to call her own.On the small table, there was a cheese platter and a bottle of wine that I was analyzing, wonderful to be savored alongside a company that will take you to heights, giving you multiple orgasms.I was ready to take the last sip and go to the hotel to enjoy my love disillusionment when I noticed two men approaching the chair behind mine!I look back at the setting sun and bring the glass to my lips, savoring the taste, feeling each no
Sheik Mahjub Al-MakkiI see the guard shaking his head, and I enter the apartment with my bag, hoping my mother has packed something for me to wear tonight!I walk through the space I already know well and start to smell the perfume my wife is wearing. I smile when I see that she received the red and white roses I ordered yesterday to congratulate her on the stylish completion of her time at the Bolshoi.It's something she handled within herself. Despite my deep concern over not having my wife with me full-time in the last six months, I know it's been even more difficult and exhausting for her. I saw her face thinning out in the last month, with the insane routine she was enduring, the little time she took to rest.I saw her trying to juggle being at home, being present by my side, and trying to fulfill her ballet performance schedule.I entered the bedroom, and to my surprise, my mother had packed a tuxedo in the bag. My intention was to wear traditional clothes, but why not repeat t
One Year LaterSheikh Mahjub Al-MakkiWho would have thought that Allah would bless me as He did. Five years ago, I discovered the so-called “rock bottom”, a Brazilian expression my parents brought into our home, and with much pain, I discovered the real meaning of that phrase.After our honeymoon, there was the celebration of my assuming leadership of our entire nation. Despite the implementation of a democratic government in Sudan over the years, something that pushes the poorest parts of my country into misery every day, we continue to do our best for those who seek us out.It was a beautiful celebration, and my wife, as always, was wonderful by my side. Day after day, Hope continues to surprise everyone with her approach to the various charities she has embraced with such care.The main one is the “Sudanese Ballerinas”. When she's not taking care of our home and family, she's helping and teaching young women in our country to stand on their toes and dance as beautifully as she doe
Hope Al-MakkiI'm the person who once hated him for what he did, who didn't want to hear about him anymore. Now, my only desire is to feel my husband unraveling inside me.I slide my hands from his shoulders and hold my breasts, gently squeezing, letting him see what I'm doing. His movements intensify, and with each new thrust, I get closer to a new orgasm.My muscles start to contract, just as my legs begin to have small spasms. Our breaths were quickened and uneven."So good!""Ohhhh..." My mind was jelly at that moment.We were tired after almost a week without proper sleep and mainly missing sharing the bedside by side. My husband has slight spasms, showing that he reached his peak, as I had my own orgasm.I open my eyes and see my husband taking in air, his face starting to show fatigue from all the excitement we've had in the last week. This will be the best memory we'll have."We still have several hours until we land, how about a little nap?" He asks me."It will be wonderful,
Hope Al-MakkiOur party was still going on when Mahjub took my hand and led us to the waiting car. We were a mix of exhaustion and happiness; it's impossible not to say how radiant we were that night.As we entered the small aircraft that soon was flying over Khartoum and taking us towards Dubai, I felt excitement for what was about to happen. The fatigue we were feeling wouldn't erase all the longing and desire I have for my husband.I turn my back and wait for my husband; I know he's just as eager as I am for him to take me out of this dress, which is starting to squeeze various parts of my body.My hair was a shade lighter than usual, as I'm not blonde like my mother, which doesn't sadden me; I like the tone it is. I feel the strands of my hair cascade over my shoulders as Mahjub removes the hijab I was wearing. The same one he gifted me on our wedding day.With my back turned to have the dress taken off of me, I start feeling button after button, my body starting to be freed from
Mahjub Al-MakkiMy heart was skipping with happiness; there were only minutes left until I saw Hope entering the grand hall, and my anxiety was almost out of control. I was desperate with longing and just wanted her by my side.Matheus and Zara were next to me, trying to keep me from running off to find my swan. I saw my parents dancing joyfully, and it was impossible not to feel the same enthusiasm they were feeling at that moment. Even the imam was festive; he was dancing among my family members.Then the music changed, and I turned towards the same doors I had entered just a few minutes ago. I felt my hands sweating, and then I saw my beautiful swan. She was wearing a dress that revealed she truly was a princess… My princess!Hope was in her completely sparkling white dress, making her the center of attention. The voluminous skirt prevented her from dancing more freely as she entered the hall alongside her parents, with her siblings right behind them. As is our culture, the two f
Mahjub Al-MakkiI couldn’t be happier. We've been celebrating for three days straight, with many festivities, dances, tributes, visits from heads of state, celebrities, and most importantly, seeing the happiness of both our families around us.These are the same families I once deeply hurt by not understanding and accepting the choices my parents made for me and even Hope’s parents made for her. I didn’t accept their choices for me, and in a very hard way, I discovered that I lost precious time alongside my swan, whom I watched mature from a distance.I look at the whole party happening on this side of the hall. My brothers were having fun, going in and out of the curtains, watching Hope prepare to enjoy her own party. I wanted so much to be near her, to see how nervous she must be. To participate in each of the stages she is going through.We haven’t seen each other for practically a week, and we’ve barely spoken since everyone has been doing their best to complicate any moment I cou
Hope de LucaI looked at my fiancé, who extended his hand and pulled me into his arms. We heard exclamations from everyone present and some laughter too.“I miss you,” he said, his lips touching my forehead.“I miss you too!” I nestled into his arms.We heard our families socializing, my parents talking with my in-laws, who were gifting them with small jewelry boxes. But at that moment, I was captivated by Mahjub's gaze. He seemed to be scanning every part of my face, making me blush and showing that my health was better.I looked to the side when I felt a subtle touch on my waist. Ruslan was there with the case containing my gift for Mahjub. I took the box and turned to face my prince.“The first time I gave this to you, I saw you as a fairy tale prince who needed something to remember my existence,” I said, watching him open the case. “Today, we are on a completely different level. This piece is no longer just a reminder but a symbol of my love for you.”I took the masbaha from his
Hope de LucaReligion forbids us from touching or having intimacy before marriage; it is a law imposed by the Quran, one that I have already made my beautiful prince break. I hear him asking for forgiveness daily, and of course, I also ask for forgiveness. But I would never stop sleeping by his side.However, the wedding was approaching, and my mother-in-law made us separate a bit to obey the laws, the same ones we had been breaking since our reunion. We hadn't seen each other for a few days already, and we still had the next few days to endure the longing of sharing the same room.After we met my friend and his father, we spent almost a month in Washington. I wanted to be close to Guilherme, to be his friend as I always had been. Even though there were still some reports about our engagement, I would not stop being by his side.To ease the whole situation and exposure that Guilherme was going through, my father decided to cancel the marriage proposal that Gui had made. He wrote a not