Showing posts with label PG adult story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PG adult story. Show all posts

Saturday, July 26, 2025

#STORYTIME: The Rise of Marlone Pharaoh - Haters VIA Success ✓Only One Afi Blog✨


This short story is about an overly handsome young man who develops haters through his successes. He demonstrates his true strength and composure by keeping things moving, professional, and continues on, or does he?....

"The Rise of Marlone"

Marlone Pharaoh Devon was born with nothing but a sharp mind, a clean, very handsome face, and an insatiable fire in his soul. The streets of Crenshaw didn’t make men like him—they tried to break them. But Marlone wasn’t built to bend. His mother, a single woman with rough hands and a prayerful heart, taught him three things: speak little, move smart, and let God fight battles you can’t.

By 23, Marlone had already built his first business—a sleek clothing brand called Savage Thread. Within months, celebrities were wearing it. Influencers begged for sponsorships. His Instagram numbers shot from a few hundred to half a million. Suddenly, the boy from the block became a walking symbol of what was possible.

But success draws shadows.

It started with whispers—“He sold his soul.” “He must be scamming.” “He ain’t that smart.” Marlone ignored it. He was too focused on expansion, branding, and lifting up his boys who stood with him when he had holes in his sneakers.

Then came the subtler attacks. Anonymous DMs with threats. His company’s emails hacked. Two of his closest friends turning cold, one of them even starting a rival brand with stolen designs. Marlone kept moving. That’s what made them hate him more.

He didn’t retaliate. He elevated.

By 25, he was on Forbes’ 30 Under 30. But the night that article dropped, someone spray-painted a warning on the side of his warehouse: "STAY HUMBLE OR STAY HUNGRY."

He didn’t flinch. He ordered cameras, upgraded security, and moved in silence.

One morning, Marlone’s mother called him in tears. Someone had smashed her front windows. On the sidewalk, spelled in broken glass, was one word: "ENOUGH."

That was the day something shifted.

Marlone went silent on social media. He ghosted every interview and turned down events. Even his most loyal followers began wondering: Where is he?

Three months passed.

Then one cold November evening, he reappeared. Not online—but on every TV in the city. A special interview. Clean-cut, more serious than ever, wearing a black suit with the Savage Thread logo shining gold on his collar.

“I’ve seen success. I’ve seen envy. And I’ve seen betrayal,” Marlone said on live broadcast. “But I’m not here to clap back. I’m here to build. And I’m inviting every underdog, every fighter, every overlooked genius to join me. I’m launching something bigger than fashion. We’re starting a movement.”

It was called "The Undeniables." A mentorship empire for young creators, backed by major investors who believed in Marlone's vision.

The haters went quiet—for a while.

But one night, as Marlone left the new headquarters, his security guard found a USB drive taped under his car. Inside it was footage—grainy, black-and-white security cam footage of Marlone meeting privately with an investor months ago.

The investor was a known fraudster. The footage looked... incriminating.

Marlone’s heart stopped.

He never made deals with that man. He remembered the conversation well—it ended with Marlone walking away.

But in the video, it showed them shaking hands.

The video was fake. But it was good. Very good.

The next day, a tweet with the video went viral. “Y’all favorite hero? Just another snake in a suit. #MarloneExposed.”

Marlone watched it spread. His inbox flooded. Sponsors paused partnerships. News stations demanded a response.

Then his phone buzzed. An unknown number. No name. Just one message:

“Stay down, or we bury the truth with you.”

Marlone stared at the message, pulse pounding.

He looked out his window, at the city he once vowed to uplift.

He knew one thing for sure.

This wasn’t about clothes anymore.

This was war.

[TO BE CONTINUED...]🔥🔥🔥

Friday, February 28, 2025

#STORYTIME SHADOWS OF DESIRE 🧲 ✓Only One Afi Blog✨

Shadows of Desire

In the vibrant heart of Manhattan, where the skyline kissed the sky and the nights pulsed with sparkling energy, lived a young power couple—Maya and Ethan. Both in their late twenties, they were the epitome of ambition and allure. Maya, a brilliant marketing executive with a keen eye for trends, was known for her striking beauty and sharp intellect. Ethan, a charismatic entrepreneur with a growing tech startup, had a magnetic charm that drew people to him. Together, they were a force of nature, a couple that turned heads and sparked envy wherever they went.

Their relationship was a whirlwind of passion and ambition. After long days filled with meetings and pitches, they would retreat to their luxurious penthouse overlooking Central Park, where the city lights twinkled like stars. Their evenings were filled with laughter, intimate dinners, and discussions about their dreams, both personal and professional. They pushed each other to excel, celebrating victories and comforting each other through setbacks.

One fateful night, as they prepared for a lavish charity gala, Maya slipped into a stunning red gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. Ethan, in a tailored suit that accentuated his athletic build, couldn’t take his eyes off her. They arrived at the event, where the elite mingled, and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. The night was a celebration of success, and Maya and Ethan were the shining stars.

As they navigated the crowd, they crossed paths with a striking woman named Isabella, a renowned investor with a reputation for her sharp mind and seductive allure. She was intrigued by Ethan, her gaze lingering a moment too long. Maya noticed the chemistry, a flicker of jealousy igniting within her, but she brushed it aside. They were a power couple, after all.

The evening unfolded in a blur of laughter, high-stakes conversations, and the clinking of champagne glasses. Maya and Ethan were at the center of it all, their bond strengthening amidst the glitz. But as the night progressed, Maya began to feel an unsettling tension in the air. Isabella was everywhere—laughing a little too loudly at Ethan’s jokes, touching his arm during conversation, and stealing glances that felt too intimate.

As the gala reached its peak, Maya excused herself to the balcony for some fresh air, seeking solace from the crowd. The cool breeze swept through her hair, grounding her thoughts. Just as she began to relax, she heard footsteps behind her. Turning, she found Isabella leaning against the railing with a sly smile.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” Isabella purred, her eyes glinting with mischief. “You and Ethan make quite the pair. But tell me, how do you keep him so... captivated?”

Maya felt a surge of protectiveness and defiance. “Ethan and I have something real. Something you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh, I understand more than you think,” Isabella replied, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Power can be intoxicating, and sometimes it leads people to make... questionable choices.”

Before Maya could respond, Ethan appeared, his expression shifting from excitement to concern as he sensed the charged atmosphere. “Is everything okay?”

Maya nodded, forcing a smile, but the unease lingered. The rest of the evening passed in a haze, and as they left the gala, Maya couldn’t shake the feeling that Isabella was playing a dangerous game.

Weeks turned into months, and the trio found themselves entangled in a web of business meetings, social events, and late-night discussions. Isabella’s presence became more frequent, her charm disarming. Maya’s initial wariness transformed into a quiet dread as she watched Ethan grow increasingly captivated by Isabella’s ambitions and allure.

One evening, Maya discovered an email on Ethan's laptop, a string of messages between him and Isabella that hinted at something more than business. Betrayal washed over her as she read their plans to collaborate on a project that could change their industry—yet there was an underlying tone of intimacy that made her stomach churn.

Confronting Ethan that night was one of the hardest things she had ever done. “I saw the emails,” she stated, her voice trembling. “Is there something going on between you and Isabella?”

Ethan’s expression faltered, and for a moment, Maya saw the truth in his eyes. “Maya, it’s not what you think. We’re just—”

“Just what? Collaborating? Because it looks like more than that!” Maya’s heart raced as her voice escalated.

The tension in the room was palpable, and Ethan took a step toward her, desperate to explain. “I promise you, it’s all business. I love you, Maya.”

But the words fell flat in the atmosphere thick with doubt. That night, Maya’s heart felt heavier than ever, torn between love and betrayal.

Days passed, and the distance between them grew. 

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