This is a new unedited short story that I recently started working on and want to share a few chapters with you guys to see what you think of it. It is romance fiction with a little mystery so your comments are welcome and you can hit the like button if you find it interesting, thanks.
About the story:
Angel Evers is the stunningly beautiful international model at the peak of her career, appearing on the covers of popular magazines, fashion shows, television interviews and touring many parts of the world. Despite all of this; she was deeply sad and secretly yearning for the love of her best friend’s cousin, Cee Goldman. Little did she know that Cee had felt the same way about her for a very long time, but there was one fatal obstacle that Angel had never imagine that was keeping them apart.
It all started that humid Friday evening in late July when Angel’s first summer experience in Texas was becoming a reality. She lived in Connecticut where it was mostly damp or cold. Stardom came with a price; being an international model certainly had its perks. Cover Girl for Glamour Magazine July’s issue and center fold for Elle had landed her a series of contracts that had her manager cackling over and praising her. She had a week-long exposition in Texas and surprisingly she loved every minute of it except for the radical temperature. They treated her like royalty out there and she was well paid for her appearances.
Leah barely got off American Airlines at JFK when she called Angel. Eager and excited to hear a familiar voice Angel answered on the first ring.
“Hello?” She chimed pleasantly.
“What’s up Miss World? How’s the weather out east?” Leah asked flippantly.
“Terrible, am trying to stay in-doors as much though.” Angel replied, maintaining her good spirited tone.
“Can’t imagine, coming from paradise.” Leah chuckled.
“How’s Jamaica?” Angel asked eagerly, thinking of the beaches and cool breeze at Bluffields Beach.
“J-A nice every time but you know if Cee was there, I’d probably stayed longer.” Leah announced.
“So you’re finally home, yay!” Angel squealed.
“Yay! I’m really here.” Leah mimicked feverishly back and continued to speak. “Just chilling little bit till Cee gets here.”
Angel’s breathing accelerated at hearing the mention of Cee’s name. She tried to sound cool instead squeaked out in a surprise tone. “Cee picking you up from the airport?”
“And I told him I’d rather take a cab you know, but he insisted.” Leah gloated in the lie.
“You and Cee are really tight, not many cousins get on so well you know.” Angel said wistfully.
“You know how am always telling you how over protective of me he’s always been. He loves me so much.” Leah fell into a fit of giggles.
Angel felt confused for a minute. “Not really, other than you always joked about controlling his brains and manipulating him at your beck and calls.” Angel rolled over her eyes at Leah’s surprisingly weird behavior.
“Well, it’s just that he always value my advises.” She said sardonically and frowned silently on her end of the line.
Her intuition was right. Angel wanted Cee too and she was willing to do everything in her power to destroy that, she thought severely.
“Well you two are like Sikie and Trim.” Angel giggled back with intentional flattery.
“That’s so true.” Leah piped up and ended off in her famous annoying chuckle.
“You know you are the only friend of mine, who never show any feelings for Cee, you know, falling for him blindly.”
Leah knew her statement was completely out of context but she didn’t care and planned on wasting no more time baffling with her intentions. She held her breath and waited on her best friend’s response.
Whatever Leah intended, it was working and Angel weighed her words. She was caught off guard and felt sinfully guilty but she slowly retracts her emotions and giggled. “Really, so all your friends are man crazy or is this a compliment?”
“What do you think?” Leah faked a few giggles back, pissed at Angel’s response; how could she be friends with this bitch for so many years anyway, smh, miss prim and proper.
“Hey hang up! hang up! Cee’s calling. I’ll hit you up later.” Her mood flipped in an overdrive excitement.
“Say hi to Cee for…” and before Angel could finish speaking, the call was disconnected.
“Not a chance in hell, girlfriend smh.” Leah hissed as she moved along the boring line of passengers waiting to get in the next available taxi at JFK Airport parking lot.
There was no doubt Angel felt a fire for this man. It was this wild heart throbbing love him, fear him confused churning emotion. But her intuition told her that Leah would never be thrilled of them being together. She wasted no time to paint Cee as the reckless, heartless womanizing type and that Angel should beware of him using her. And to make matters worse, she kept remembering what Leah had told her; that he discuss down to his very sex life with her; Who gave him oral sex, from who him ate his load when he climaxed etcetera; they had no secrets. In truth Leah was just playing her best mind game with Angel to keep her away from Cee. As far as Angel could remember, her friendship with Leah went way back to their primary years. They’d spend most of their childhood back and forth each other’s house and both their families got to know one another as a result. Now adults, they are best friends or so it seemed? Leah was the assuming, impulsive and show-off type of the two girls, but behind all that façade, she had an undying secret. Angel was everything her name says. She was sweet-natured, classy and stunningly beautiful with a super model frame to die for, but she also had a secret unquenchable love crush on Leah’s attractive and popular cousin Cee .
Leah despised Angel for calling her Cee’s cousin and secretly unleashed a fume of wrathful thoughts. Cee is not my fucking cousin for the millionth time b-i-a-t-c-h. Her mind often screamed. as she sat in the back of the cab her thoughts drifted back on a recent conversation she had with Cee. She wished he was really picking her up from the airport. She was angry and bitter for how long? She just couldn’t remember. How could he have the audacity to ask her help to put in a good word for him to date Angel? Grrrr! For the past six months when they got together, all he wanted to jabber about was Angel. What was she doing? Where she was? Any new man since her divorce? Fuck this I’m not Angel’s PR she wanted to shout at him. He wasn’t being the sweet obliging best friend these days, she thought with resentment. She had kept them apart for so long but somehow she just can’t pretend anymore. Cee was depending on her solely to tell Angel how he felt about her, and seriously to get him her contact number. What was she going to do? After how she’d felt for him all these years. How could she ever set them up?
Cee on the other hand had good faith that his sweet cousin Leah had been telling Angel of all his love confessions he shared so often with her and wondered why Angel hasn’t responded yet. Angel wasn’t like all the other women who had been throwing themselves recklessly at him forever. She was different and that threatened Leah’s intentions. She has been encouraging Cee that it was only a boyish infatuation that he was having for her best friend; obviously he doesn’t believe this anymore. This is now steering her inevitably into her plan B. For all Leah can remember they had grown up like twins and shared everything.This is tormenting her and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take of Cee’s pining about Angel. She’ll keep them apart as long as it takes. They’ll never be together not on her life, she swore. She had a string of unsuccessful boyfriends and hadn’t been able to loved one and it made her unhappy that her cousin by legal adoption had stolen her heart from a long time ago and will never love her the way she needed him to.
Cee was seriously handsome, rich, classy and laid back. His lean six footed frame moved with easy grace, usually clad in dark suits and memorable red checked neck ties more like a Main Street thing. He was dark-skinned of a half Indian descent. His usual neatly cut hair-do show-off clean-shaved side lines. His slender nose enhanced rigid and high cheekbones and the sexiest set of lips, just the thought of him build confusing excitement in Angel’s mind. After a refreshing bath, she sat in front of the hotel forty something inches television set. Her heart was in turmoil and lately she was thinking of Cee even more than the usual. She found herself thinking about him even during her busiest modeling sessions. For some strange reason, her mind started to wonder on the conversation he and Leah were having on the way from the airport to Brooklyn. She wanted to be straight with Leah for so long and pour out her heart truthfully to her best friend but every time she tried, Leah’s attitude would turn her away.
She sank in the plush king size bed of her Hilton hotel room, dressed in skimpy peach lingerie as she stared through the big flat screen TV. Her mind floated right to a time, seven months ago. It was the evening of Christmas in Jamaica, a very special time for her and a memory she will always keep dear. Leah’s family had their annual Christmas get-to-gather every year and Angel had been to the last two Christmas get-to-gather at Leah’s pleading. The memory was so vivid, she had hopped down from her SUV, with breathing accelerating fast. Her eyes flitted through the crowd quickly in search of Cee. She struggled to keep her hormones in-tact and her nerves were all over the place. Then Cee spotted her and moved over toward her, walking with easy, relax confidence. Her heart beat races at how desirable and athletic he looked, as the sexiest pairs of legs; slightly bowed, clad in checked walking short and yellow Polo shirt moved smoothly in her direction. He looked so sexy and off-guard, he detained her into a strong embrace. His tone was enthralling and she felt the wind of his breath steady on her nape.
“You’re the sweetest surprise tonight. Leah told me you wouldn’t make it.” He whispered smiling warmly.
Angel shuddered into his embrace as an electric spasm shot through her. “ You are a pleasant surprise too, wasn’t expecting to see you either.” She whispered.
The moment was intimate and Angel felt compelled by her feeling to stay in Cee’s embrace. He enveloped her slender curve adorned in white alter top rompers that was designed with a yellow piping at the top. A pair of yellow wedge heels slippers completed her outfit. For several moments they were ignited by a fire and they just froze in each other’s arms.
“It’s really nice to see you again Miss World.” His voice caressed her and was sending her in a daze.
“It’s obvious we both liked yellow, right?” She said nervously and slightly pushed him off.
“Yellow is one of my favorites.” He replied. Angel was still nervous even when Leah interrupted, squeezing herself between them, and set them apart. A trance lingered, leaving an invisible repertoire of unspoken words between the two of them. Then Cee spoke up, revealing how he had tricked Leah into inviting Angel to the Christmas party; threatening her that if she didn’t get Angel there, he would be a no-show. Angel found herself smiling and shaking her head as Cee’s smooth and controlled voice spurted out the details and watched as the evening sparkle disappeared from Leah’s face. Whatever that was? She seemed surprised that Cee had revealed that information, Angel remembered and felt puzzled for a moment there. Angel pleasant memories of Cee ended in sweet indulgent sleep and before nine p.m. she was unconscious in slumber.
Cee hardly got back to his Main Street Office building at the bank before his 2pm coffee break ended. He sat in the confines of his office feeling exhausted and staring aimlessly out the large window overlooking the city of New York. The view was picturesque as usual and stood still as that of a priceless painting on canvas but he didn’t noticed that today. However was checking himself; evaluating his life and admitting it wasn’t at all the saintly type, but he prayed God won’t punish him too much longer before he finds a way for him to get in Angel’s heart. He has never felt so helpless over anything in his life. Only God alone knows how much he loved Angel and for so many years, he fail to wait any longer.
Who would have thought someone like him would have a prayer written to God asking him for a woman when he had them by the dozen at his disposal. The note is a testament in the middle of his bible under a pillow on the other side of his king-size bed. Lately he could count the few dates he had and straight sex. What the heck, he had lost the taste for everything that doesn’t involved Angel. She was everywhere in his world, on the magazine news stands on the news and most of all tormenting his mind. For the first time in his life he realized that he can’t wait any long on neither Leah to help him or fate to switch the coin around. He was ready to share his precious love and life with this special woman that he was helplessly unable to rid from his mind no matter how much he tried. He felt miserable, that Angel had stolen his heart since he was a teenager and now an adult, it didn’t help that he felt the same way. He was sure it was love, not infatuation as Leah wanted him to believe. He decided to make one more plea to Leah for help before making his own moves. He felt disappointed almost angry as he knew Leah was being spiteful, and being her usual self and shook his head at the idea that Leah suddenly claimed that she was in love with him and couldn’t keep it to herself anymore…ridiculous he thought. They are family whether she accepted it or not. He never have or could love her like that. For Christ sake’s Leah crazy, he thought. Even though they were cousins by legal adoption, to him they were family. He though about his visit to see her earlier that afternoon. He had to go after her persistent pleading. she was always so manipulative. He was surprised that she returned from her vacation so quickly and she broke down in tears the minute he told her she couldn’t spend the rest of her vacation at his Manhattan mansion. She took the news that he was going out-of-town very hard and broke down in tears in front of him. His intuition told him she didn’t have anything to tell him about Angel and that she was manipulating the situation all along.
Leah was still fuming two days after she saw Cee, and didn’t answer her cell phone when anyone called. She had daydreamed about spending the last week of her Vacation Leave with him. Her colleagues at the law office where she worked were waiting to hear all the shocking details of her superb Jamaican vacation trip, with nothing to tell them she will have to improvise like always. She wanted Cee so badly and she was desperately hurting that he was ignoring her love.
“I’ll make you love me Cee, by God I will. If it takes all the money I have I will” she swore lethally. What was she going to do with herself for another five days of Vacation without Cee?
TO BE CONTINUED…..
Already three hundred and sixty-five days,
Is it really the end, I’m in amaze.
And you wonder why I’m running away,
Desperately from twenty fourteen today,
I’m experiencing New Year phobia;
Scared of another year terrible fever.
Since 2013 brought on so much chaos in my life,
I lost my job, my house and a bill of divorcement from my wife.
So for dear life, I’m running scared,
And not letting go of 2013 I won’t even dared.
2013 is truly fast flying,
And so am I, right behind him.
I’m done with the misery and done with the tears,
As old folks say, worst is behind the coming years!
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This is a true story and many persons who were grandparents’ pets can relate. You know grandparents always have an extra special love for their grandchildren and when a grandchild came out good to them; he’s like his grandparents eyeball.
Old folks are habitual early birds especially the seasoned country people. Ray’s grandmother Ermine was no different. She was a determined and strong-willed old woman who practically raised him single-handedly. Her daughter had died during child’s birth and back then unfortunately baby fathers were usually absent.
Ray had grown up to be a sound minded and ambitious country bumpkin that did well at fulfilling his dreams of growing up fast, leaving the dull country life behind and becoming a police detective in the big bright city. He landed an uptown office job with the Special Branch Police Department, working on top cases and mingling with the rich and the famous.
Ray was basking in his dream life, had a nice house, a nice car and great friends. Later he met and proposed to the sophisticated and educated Pamela Inswood who was a teller at the uptown commercial bank. Things were going fine and Ray visited his old granny often in the country, making sure she was taken care of and contented.
Ermine adored her beautiful grand-daughter in-law and was bursting with pride and joy over the announcement of the wedding. She was very proud of her grandson and she often reflected back on how they had nothing and had endured a life of hardship and what they had now, was a blessing from God. Her previous little shack was now a decent house in the little district of Red Ground and the residents loved and respected her for her strength and Godliness.
A month before the big day Ray sent her an official wedding invitation. The event would be held in an upscale community at the luxurious top-of-the-line Golden Dragon Restaurant which was catering strictly for sixty guests.The kind of wedding Pamela wanted was costly and almost consumed all of Ray’s hard earned savings, nevertheless he was contented with his decisions and wouldn’t want things any other way.
Half hour before the nuptials Ray, his best man and groomsmen were immaculately dressed and chilling in a private lounge at the prestigious restaurant when he got a phone call that immediately changed his mood. He felt a burden and his chest tightened. He was agitated and tried to hide his shock. Nonetheless his best friend since police training school and now best man knew something was wrong. Ray immediately excused himself from the group and hurried outside with Kirk behind in his wake. On their short walk out to the parking lot, Ray was almost speechless and could barely stutter out what had happened. It just didn’t make sense and he was appalled and shocked out of his wits.
Ray’s granny had turned up at his wedding with a bus load of uninvited country folks, most of who knew him since he was a boy in Red Ground. Apparently with one invitation Ermine rounded up the entire district, hired a humongous bus and brought them all to the city at his private wedding. How could she do such a thing and what was he going to do now? The wedding was a catered affair. He could strangle the daylight out of his old granny for being so thoughtless. He was weak to the knees from disbelief and felt like collapsing to the ground. Ray’s mind went blank by anger and confusion and he gasped at the sight of the old dented country bus, lopsided and hideous as it sat in the parking lot against a line of the most posh vehicles in the city.
Ray’s brows tightened, God his biggest day was going to be his worst embarrassment; a disaster. His heart raced with confusion and distress as he walked up to them. The bus was ugly and dusty from the long journey and the tires had dark red dirt set in their grooves. Ray shook his head and felt insulted by it all. Probably it was raining in Red Ground when they had left this morning. The journey into the city was usually over two hours.
He made a good face greeting and hugging back as his country folks filed out one by one bursting with happiness, as they congratulated and hugged him. They were dressed in all sorts of colors that didn’t blend in with the wedding color scheme. They were the most outdated and hideous fashions he had ever seen. Ray was uncomfortable and Pamela was going to have an ulcer when she finds out, he decided, silently and slowly going on a verge of insanity.
The old women of Red Ground pride themselves in wig wearing and God knows he wasn’t being callous or critical but the ones he noticed could do well with some oil sheen, scissors trimming and proper grooming. They were definitely going to attract all the attention at the wedding. Wrinkled old faces showed off heavy Angel Face powder makeup that made them appeared ghostlike. Ray stood in a daze as he mechanically hugged and fixed a smile while the ecstatic group cramped and stifled him with their unsettling presence and mixed fragrances.
Several minutes later Ray’s mind snapped back to reality. His chest was pounding hard, he had to do something fast so he told them to sit tight in the bus and he’d send an usher to get them assigned to their seats as soon as possible and he rushed to rectify the growing chaos. It was an impossible task but he had to do something to repair the damage. Country folks don’t blend in well with city crowd and he was in great anticipation about the inevitable. This was going to cost him both money he didn’t have and worst the embarrassment and to make such a drastic change at such short notice gave him a headache. Kirk offered to help with a loan which he unwillingly accepted. “Thank God they were half an hour early.” Ray breathe a laboring sigh after his brain racking consultation with the wedding caterers ad planners. The price and pressure to facilitate the adjustment almost gave him a heart attack and he was going to be broke and mad with his old granny for a very long time. END
THE FOUR-EYED BOY BOOK RELEASE DATE: TUESDAY, MARCH 4, 2014
Publisher: Tate Publishing and Enterprises LLC.
UPCOMING EVENT: PRE-RELEASE BOOK SIGNING FEBRUARY 2014 ( DATE & VENUE TO ANNOUNCED)
WHERE: NASHVILLE, TN
Hi Friends! I’m the Author of children’s book, ‘THE FOUR-EYED BOY’, from the genre for middle readers and juveniles between 6-15 years-old. The book is a juvenile fiction with bullying as its theme focus. The tone is sparked with mischief, melancholy and discovery, and is sure to create an impact on the reader. The author’s objective is to influence a positive change of heart, mind and attitude in everyone who read the book, especially our children.
The characters, background, setting and tone emerged from the island of Jamaica. The story is inspiring, heartrending, bitter-sweet. Enthralled with amazing discoveries, surprising twists, this book is an incredible gift or bed time story for any age.
(BOOKS are available in PAPERBACK $9.99, SPECIAL EDITION HARD COVERS $19.99, E/BOOK CARDS $7.99, & AUDIO BOOKS)
About the book
The tale is about a kind-hearted boy, who migrated from his comfortable city lifestyle and preparatory school to attend a public school in a rural part of the island due to unusual circumstances. There he encountered an unexpected period of the worse type of bullying ever. How he dealt with it? How he survived it? The surprising outcome. Did fate play a part?
This is an incredible story; a powerful lesson learnt…The book is simply “unputdownable” says young scientist Tiffany Thompson.
I created an anti-bullying ‘catch phrase’ that goes with the theme of the novel. This is a great phase to learn especially if you and your children want to see the end of bullying or if you were ever a victim of this type of abuse.
The Catch Phrase: “BULLYING IS NOT HOT! GOT THAT?”
Several T-Shirts (picture depicted below) will be given away to kids and adults who are able to answer some facts about the book at the Pre-Release book signing event, among other cool souvenirs such as bookmarks, pictures, postcards etc. This launch will also feature, Live video, interviews, prizes and surprises ALL ARE INVITED!! (Pre-Release Book Launch Date to be announced)
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THE FOUR EYED BOY
(juvenile fiction, social issues, bullying.)
RELEASING MARCH 4, 2014
By: Tate Publishing and Enterprises LLC
I’m the Author of children’s book, ‘THE FOUR-EYED BOY’, from the genre for middle readers and juveniles between 6-15 years-old. The book is a juvenile fiction with bullying as its theme focus.
The tone is sparked with mischief, melancholy and discovery, and is sure to create an impact on the reader. The author’s objective is to influence a positive change of heart, mind and attitude in everyone especially our children; as the popular proverb says, “Early start, sure foundation.”
The characters, background, setting and tone emerged from out of the island of Jamaica. The story is inspiring, heartrending, and bitter-sweet. Enthralled with amazing discoveries, surprising twists, this book is an incredible gift or bed time story for any age.
BOOK RELEASE DATE: Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Publisher: Tate Publishing and Enterprises LLC.
UPCOMING EVENT: PRE-RELEASE BOOK SIGNING FEBRUARY 2014 (DATE & VENUE TO BE ANNOUNCED)
LOCATION: Nashville, TN
(BOOKS are available in PAPERBACK $9.99, SPECIAL EDITION HARDCOVERS $19.99, E/BOOK CARDS $7.99, & AUDIO BOOKS)
About the story
hearted boy, who migrated from his comfortable city lifestyle and preparatory school to attend a public school in a rural part of the island due to unusual circumstances. There he encountered an unexpected period of the worse type of bullying ever. How he dealt with it? How he survived it? The unusual outcome. Did fate play a part?
This book is “unputdownable” says scientist Tiffany Thompson.
The Author created an anti-bullying ‘catch phrase’ that goes with the theme of the novel. This is a good phrase for everyone to recite, especially if you or anyone you know were ever a victim of this type of abuse.
The Catch Phrase: “BULLYING IS NOT HOT! GOT THAT?”
Several T-Shirts (picture depicted below) will be given away to kids and adults who are able to answer facts about the book, at the Pre-Release event, among other cool souvenirs such as bookmarks, pictures, postcards etc. There ‘ll be Live video, interviews, prizes and surprises ALL ARE INVITED!!
(A poem of the reflection on a time in my childhood life.)
I wish, oh I wish for impossible things,
A certain simple happiness that childhood often brings.
first off I wished we had a kitchen,
like some friends, I usually went visiting.
And used to torment myself with hoping we’d get a sofa,
to replace the creaking patio chair we had in that area.
Oh our tiny chapel looking house was just fragments,
of this and that; of people’s once upon a time convenience.
A comfort they’d out grown,
out-of-dated pieces, almost now unknown.
I wished my dad had loved us,
And wished we hadn’t caused him such disgust.
To him we were a burden of grief,
So he stayed away to find relief,
of the idea he had no children or wife,
and that he led a splendid single life.
I wished my mother didn’t have to starve to death,
At meal times when there’s not much left.
She’d make one scrambled egg go eight times around,
with golf ball Johnny cakes, she sometimes wear a frown.
Well, we had a small Formica dining table,
One of the few pieces we were able,
to own and a box spring single bed for the boys,
us girls, coir mattress twin bed was a joy.
But I mostly, terribly wished we had a TV,
to watched ‘The Little House on The Prairie’,
and ‘The Six Million Dollar Man’ on Friday nights some.
Oh it was exultingly hard; kind of bitter-sweet fun,
to watch the show from outside the neighbor’s window sill,
on those between moon nights, at times in the after rain chill.
And on the cliff hanger, we’d rushed on home,
filled with excitement, but glad it was done.
Because as soon we fled the night street,
We’d sneaked under hole riddled beds sheet,
and better be quiet or less we’d be caught,
but in good spirit, we can’t wait for next week’s part.
I wished we didn’t have to walk,
one long mile and a half.
To fetch water, carrying on our heads,
In five gallon white paint buckets on makeshift Kata beds,
And wished we didn’t have to wake in the wee hours of the morning,
to gather fire woods and prepare it for makeshift stove burning,
then mother would do all the rest,
and make, to us, the finest breakfast.
I wished we didn’t stay so long in church on a typical Sunday,
as we’d have to walk two miles to school early start Monday.
I wished we had time to play more last lick and hide and seek,
and dolly houses and not seen as the neighborhood freaks.
and wished we’d wear more better looking clothes,
instead of those off sizes foreign outdated church relief hand me downs.
I wished my dad had supported me,
rather than spend his money on my mother’s matey.
And wished he’d paid my brilliant brain big sister’s exam fee,
So she could advance to college in the city.
I really wished he hadn’t move to Kingston,
leaving us and mother, abandoned.
And wished my mother was a nurse,
as she told us she was studying the course.
But after she’d married my dad,
She could no more afford to, life was bad.
I used to wish I was rich like some kids at my school.
They had nice things, trendy bag pack and shoes that rule,
And lots of lunch money to show off with and spend.
Oh our poverty life knows no end.
I wished my mother hadn’t drag me along,
when she couldn’t manage the days’ work on some,
of the times when the washing job got too hard,
and her arthritis hands and whitlow fingers swelled and hurt bad.
And I just wished I could dismissed the feelings I had,
of shame, inferiority, eternal poorness, degradation, that made me so sad.
I wished I didn’t have to tell my childhood story to you so raw,
But I think after so long ago, I feel somewhat thaw.