If I could commit murder and get away with it, I’d have killed this spineless sonofabitch eons ago, dragged his body to the wild, and leave his worthless carcass for the vultures, but I couldn’t, and he knows it too.
He knows if I had wanted him dead, I’d have done it years ago. “Protecting my past and marriage is the reason you’re still alive.
I died a thousand deaths, watching him twitch and bleed out on the cold, tiled floor. The shattered fragments of the bed lamp gripped tightly in my hands dropped and clattered to the floor as Laila wailed in excruciating pain on the bed.
Katrina and Michael’s story made my heart race with anticipation as they both wade through their obstacles, their messed-up relationships, family saga, love battles, personal loss, and the chaos around them, and I couldn’t help but share some of my favorite book quotes from ignited passions. Writing each character made me walk in their shoes,
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How many things can happen to one person?
Michael’s girlfriend dumps him and returns pregnant, and he feels obliged to marry her. Then he gets a job and has an instant connection with his boss, an older woman, and a married one at that. His feelings for her grow more intense each time they meet, and his bluntness shocks him
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Love, I’ve heard grows like blooming vine. Slow at first it sprouts, but nurtured with patience and care, it steadily spreads its warmth like the Cypress on a powder-white trellis, adding color and light to our lives.
It felt like a tale carved out of folklore which was made up by silly, old elderlies to preach love and patience to little, oblivious children because I know better and have learned my lesson the hard way. The reformed me was smarter and more vigilant, ready to squash any distractions with the heel of my Louboutin.
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Staring deep into the abyss of darkness surrounding my little primed sorority-themed room, feeling the gentle caress of the wind on my skin, attempt to kiss dry, the oceans of pain on my blotched face and heaving heart.
A Story On Slavery, Freedom, & Sacrifice “Do you see anyone? It’s awfully quiet out there, almost as if the machete men were called for a private gathering by the bulldog. Any movements above? “No Kunle, there is no reflecting shadow over the bars and you are wrong. Any gathering with the Bulldog is usually