Woman could talking to a man
All he replied; OKAY
Woman could be telling the true.
All he replied; OKAY

My definition with okay is.
They don't give a **** about you.

My teeth are **** up
I have no teeth at all
I can't smile
Peoples talk about me
I'm not ****
I'm very skinny

I think I beat ugly duckling.
On looks.

First you got to know me
To able understand me
One minute I love you
Another minute I hate your gust

Totally of all that
I don't give up
Only things I own within me
Faith and hopes

I'll fight until the end

I'm be a woman with so much secrets
But I know my boundaries.
I don't give no other man time to stop
Just to talk to
I'm not very friendly to others
Peoples
I don't open my legs for no one
You cannot buy me nor my love
Because I'm not for sell
I'm a woman only love one man

I surely don't dress cute
I don't like attention
But I give myself to one man
That's the only one
No, body else matters

I won't give up
I won't let you go
I won't love no else
I won't run

I'll stop texting you
I'll stop ruining your day
I'll stop fighting with you.

Just don't leave me.

Me if I have **** up teeth
Me if I'm to old to walk
Me for me
Me if I can't clean
Me if I can't cook
Me if I can't speak English
Me if I'm to fat

Yes, I do see what you going through. Now I understand it. How many times are you going to remain me. Ppl make mistakes in life. No, one is perfect. Nor your not perfect either. I’m not perfect at all.
Old wise man told me last night. For two couple wants to make it right. You both need to sit down talk. Be two grown adult. Being loud don’t cut it. One will go do something else. If two is carrying the pass. It won’t work. Both of them has to let go the pass to able move on to the future. I’ll leaving my pass. But does mean I’m a bad mom nor a person.
All I really wanted to do was curl up on my chaise and cry for my boyfriend, who I would never see again. He’d been the only one who’d ever truly loved me, and now he was gone.
No time for crying, I reminded myself, blinking the tears away. At least I can try and save someone else from having their heart broken.
I’m trying to hold it together, I
grabbed a brush and fluffed my red curls around my face as a decision came to me. Maybe tonight, I would complete my assignments and then tell Dechon’e that I needed some time off. I’m sure he will think, I wanna go into hiding, but to find Idelfonso and give him the kind of meeting that he really deserved.

Plus, I didn’t want to get into the details with Jarrett right now. He’d cancel all of our appointments and I didn’t want to do that to our clients. But he end doing it anyway.
He ****** in his breath. “ Did you finally hear from your mother?”
“We haven’t spoken,” I said softly.
Richard knew my mother had left, but didn’t know why.
“Sophia, you sound weird. Are you crying?” He asked, his voice deepening.
“I’m okay.”
“No, no, no..... something is wrong. I can feel it. I’ll be right there.”
I frowned. “ No, seriously, I’m fine and well talk later. I promise.”
“You sure? I can be there in less than two minutes.” I promise, we’ll talk later.” Okay. If you insist. I’m really worried about you, Jarrett.”
“ Okay. Do you have the list of targets for tonight? I emailed the info to you earlier.”
“ Yeah. I’ve got them. Oh, and I also spoke to Patrick Strom and to him that I could fit him wife in as well tonight. “
“ Of course I do. It might have to wait until after Thomas leaves, though. I hope you don’t mind.”
“ Who is Thomas?” I asked.
“ He’s an old friend from Vegas and in fact..... should be arriving any minute.”
Something in his tone made me believe that Thomas was more than casual friend.
“Good idea. You probably don’t want to walk in on us when we’re....in deep conversation, said Racheal, chuckling devilishly.
I snorted. “ Okay. Have fun molesting each other. I’ll talk to you later. Especially with Mr. Strom. Does she want to keep that *******?”
“Of course.”
Thomas sighed. “ I guess I saw that coming.”
“Me, too. Oh, “ I glanced at the time again, “I’d better get going. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“ Go and make us some money.”
“ Your turn tomorrow, right?”
He snorted. “Of course. I wouldn’t make you do this two night in a row.”
His voice grew soft. “ You do trust that I have your back, don’t you?”
“Of course I do. Without you, I’d be in bad shape.”
“ Me, too, Christopher. Me, too, “ he replied, his tone almost sad.
Smiling, I hung up the phone and turned back to Lillian, who was watching me closely.
“ So, you’re really going to ignore my warnings?” he asked.
“No, of course I’m not going to ignore them.
I will prospect the all matter issue. I will keep my eyes open. I am going to keep my eyes open but I like I said before I’m not going into hiding.”
He let out and exasperated sigh. “Fine.”
I open my eyebrows, surprised that he was backing down now so easily. We stared each other for a few seconds and then he walked over to my patio. I guess I should be going then.
You can stay here if you want, I said suddenly not wanting him to leave. I mean, if you need a place to crash for a few days.....
He unlocked the sliding glass door and pulled it open. Why I couldn’t smell the chlorine from the pool and imagined the both of us skinny-dipping under the moonlight. “ Are you sure? “ Think of the possibilities.”
“I can’t. I have other immortals to find.
To warm them about your father and see if they’ll stand against him. “
“ My sister?”
“Wasn’t Unfortunately, I don’t know who or where they are. I’ve only heard of India and rumors has it.....she’s gone underground.”
“Do you think she knows of Mustard plans to steal all of our powers?” I asked, wondering what India was like and if she knew about me.
“I wouldn’t imagine that’s the reason she’s made herself scarce.”
“So, this guy, my father, he has a lot of enemies?” I asked, my stomach knotting up now as he prepared to leave. Than I suddenly didn’t feel so very brave.
“Yes, but he also has a lot of followers. Taking him down isn’t going to be easy. Yeah, hell, I don’t know if it’s even possible, but I’m not going to sit back and watch him destroy any more lives without trying to do something about it. “
My stupid phone began to vibrate.
“ I’m sorry, “ I said, turning around to reach for it again. “ It’s probably one of my clients.”
“Stay safe, Sophia, “ he replied softly.
When I turned back around, Emilio was gone.
Sighing, I walked over and locked the patio door, then went upstairs to prepare for the evening. After cramming myself into a little black and red dress that barely concealed my assets, and tall strappy heels, I thought about my mother and her obsession with shoes. Seriously she’d owned more pairs than even Lillian, who had an entire room dedicated to stilettos.
And now she was gone.
Fighting off another wave of
tears, I stepped into the bathroom,
picked up a tube of candy-apple red lipstick, and applied it to my lips.
Standing up straight, I smirked at my reflection. “ Mission
accomplished, I look like a **** , “ I mumble, throwing the lipstick down on the counter.
But normally, I enjoyed dressing like a *****, especially in New York.
The truth was, I’d been trying to abstain from ***, which was very challenging for someone who was part succubus.

That’s a lie,” I replied angrily. “ My father’s name was Robert Boreman. My mother met him in Philippines, where I was conceived.” Robert been a vampire and she love him dearly. Unfortunately, he’d disappeared before I was born, under suspicious circumstances.
She’d believed that he’d been murdered by a previous jealous lover, but never really liked talking about it.
“ Unfortunately, that’s not true at all.”
“ Of course it’s true. What make you think that she will lie to me? To come to think about it, why should I believe you?” I snapped, placing my hands on my hips.
“ You’re a freaken stranger. Hell, you could be lying about all of this. “
He reached into his leather jackets and pulled out an envelope.
“ I don’t understand your anger and suspicion. If I were in your shoes, I’d feel the same way. But here, Goerge held it out. “ This letter is from your wife. It explains everything. What so ever Lillian knew that her life was in danger and wanted to make sure you learned the truth, so she gave it to me several weeks ago.”
I snatched it out of his hands and tore open the letter. Than I recognized her handwriting, I felt the blood rush to my head.
My Dearest Sophia,
If you’re reading this letter, then frank has found me and I’m no longer among the living. I know you’re going to be angry and confused by the time you’ve finished reading this, and for that, I’m so terribly sorry. I’ve kept so many secrets, but only because I was trying to protect you.
Let me start out by admitting that John was not your biological father. He was a mortal man that I met and fell in love with when you were just a babe. Your real father, and I’m so sorry to break this to you, is David Ellis. Admittedly, I once cared for David, before learning what kind of monster he really was, and what exactly he was capable of. David killed John when he learned of my feelings for him and wanted to do away with me as well. Fortunately, I was able to escape with you before he carried out his plans. This is why I haven’t hated David Ellis and why I never told you much about him. I had that feeling he wanted me dead and I couldn’t bear the thought of him or his vile council getting their hands on me. David would have told you so many lies, making you believe that my love for Dechone had broken his black heart. The truth is, Dechone only loves what he can’t have and right now that’s you and your friends. I stopped reading. “ Me and my friends?” Did you know that I have brothers?”
He nodded.
“ How many are there?”
“ At least three more that we knew about. Your father wasn’t exactly sure the correct number.”
“Are they alive?”
“ I believe so.”
“ Are any of them Sophia’s daughters?” I asked, horrified. All of this was making lies and secrets.
“ No. Each of them had different fathers.”
Sighed in relief. “ Do they know about us?”
I’m aware of it. In fact , I believe only Fonzi who knew about David being her father.”
“ Fonzi?”
“ Yes, Lillian. She’s one of my sisters. There are two others. There only one I’m sure of her name.  “ This is crazy, “ I mumbled, going back to the letter. We could have somehow stood up to David and his hunters together.
“Are you okay?” ask Sophia, studying me.
I look up at Jarrett. “ What do you think?” On his face. “ I imagine you’re furious that she kept all of this from you.”
“ You shouldn’t do that.”
“ And you’re also thinking that because you’re part vampire, you might have been able to help save her life.”
“ Yep.”
“ That both of you could have defeated David and his hunters.”
“ Ladies and gentlemen, we have ourselves a mind-readers,” I said dryly, reaching over to the nightstand to grab a tissue.
Lillian eyes twinkled. “ Your mother warned me about your snarkiness.”
“ It’s called a sense of humor. I take it you don’t have one?”
“ Only at the expense of others,” he replied, smiling slowly. “ And don’t worry, I’ll leave you alone right now. Considering the circumstances.”
“ You’re too kind.”
“ You should be flattered. It usually isn’t one of my strong points.”
I smiled and shook my head.
“ So, what’s your story, anyway,” I asked.
How did you know my mother? “ The man you thought was your father, Celso, he was my step father.”
“ Really?” I said, not expecting that answer. “ Were you close?”
“ You could say that. He practically raised me.”
“ What happened to your parents?”
“ My grandma died in illnesses and cancer to the heart. My grandpa died when I was seven, he had a stroke. “
Obviously he wasn’t born a vampire. Lillian had had a rough life. “ I’m sorry to hear that.”
She shrugged. “ It’s been a long time. Unfortunately, I barely remember either of them.”  
“ How long ago was it?”
“ My grandpa died in 2006. “
“ And that’s when you guys already here in Vegas?”
“ We move into our apartment, actually. Then we moved out to a different apartment. When I was eight I couldn’t actually remember so much. What about your mom and dad. And your two brothers.
“ Idelfonso has a wife?”
Why, is it’s hard for you to answer.
“ Yes, khaila. Khaila is my wife, we have a beautiful daughter. Her name Xana. Beside of all that, sometimes I get pain on my legs. Even enough to tragedy my life. What are you talking about. I’m talking about my pain. And your talking about, you saw David hunter ****** someone. “ One of the females took a liking to me. I was charmed and the next thing I knew, I was in her bed and her fangs were buried in my neck.
My eyes widened. “ But you escaped?”
“ Not right away. I was Serena’s captive for about a month and then she decided to make me into a vampire.

“ Let me guess, that was her undoing?”
A grim smile spreads across his face. “ Aye. Right after Sophia turned me into her kind, the spell she had over me died.

I’m sure she did, although at the times, I saw only red.” “ You killed her?”
“ I.....slaughtered her, “ he replied, looking almost repelled by the memory. “ To be honest, I’m not exactly proud of the way that I handled it. It was the one and only time I lost complete control.
“ Regardless, don’t blame yourself. She deserved to die. “
He didn’t say anything but I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was still reliving the moment.
“ What happened to your wife and son?”
I asked after a while. He cleared his throat. “ Minging moved in with her parents.”
“ Did you go to her?”
“ Yes. I told her that I’d been kidnapped, but didn’t get into detail.
“ She must have been so relieved to see you again. “
Lillian nodded. “ Yes, and I her. I’d thought that maybe Montour had sent his hunters after my family.
Sophia, they were still alive.”
“ Did they know what you’d become?”
“No. I didn’t want her to be frightened of me. I left the next morning. I was afraid of endangering Sophia and Lillian. “ Do you know if she was able to move on with her life?” I asked, imagining the pain she must have felt, believing that her boyfriend was lost. Then there was her son. He must have been devastated.
Yes, it took few years, but she eventually fell in love with a farmer and they got married.
I lost track of them years ago after moving to the United States, Unfortunately.
My cell phone began to ring,
somewhere in the house. I looked at the time on my alarm.
“ That’s got to be Jarrett?” I said, standing up quickly.
“ Who’s Jarrett?”
“ My partner. We own a private online business. I have some appointments that I’m going to be late for if I don’t get my *** in gear, “ I said, walking out of my bedroom.
“Wait a second,” said Lillian behind me. “You need to go into hiding. David hunters are searching for you. “
“ Good, let them find me. I’d love to meet the ******* who killed my wife and turn him into dust.”
Unlike Lillian, I was a hybrid vampire and succubus. I could not only drain someone of their blood, but a simple kiss from me could be toxic, since I had the ability to extract their life-force. Sophia asked Lillian, do you have to think like that. Lillian your so evil. Well, Sophia your too nice. I understand are family is crazy.
I wasn’t about to share that information with them, however. Jarrett was still a stranger.
“ These hunters are skilled and deadly. For surely they wouldn’t let you get close to them, “ he said, as if reading my mind again. “ They’d have your head on the ground before you caught their scent.”
We’ll answer, I whipped around and shoved him against the wall. Staring up into Lillian’s eyes, I gave him my most seductive smile. “ kiss me.

I lowered the knife slightly, still not quite sure about this intruder. This guy who looked that sinfully delicious usually couldn’t be trusted. It’s the being of vampire himself, made him an even bigger threat.
“ Why didn’t she come here herself?”
“ I guess there’s no easy way to say this.” She sighed. I know your mother been murdered.”
That knife slipped out of my hand, almost stabbed me in the foot. But I stared at him in horror.
“ What?”
“ You mother, Nae, was killed
yesterday. I’m so sorry for your loss,” she said softly. The truth in his eyes and the room felt like it was closing in on me.
Kristeen was dead.
My mother was dead, “ Who did it?” How that be, just saw her yesterday. “ Why, and whom will do this thing to her.
“ Do you know who Frank Montour is?”
“ Yes and No, I’ve heard of him. I replied, close my eyes trying to recall him in my head. “ My mother claimed that he was a monster. “ Who love to abuse women.
From what I knew, Frank was an arrogant and powerful vampire who lived somewhere in Las Vegas. Wasn’t exactly sure why, but my mother had despised the man as long as I could remember. For sure my mother didn’t like talking about him and I never pressured her with questions.
“ Are you saying that the ******* **** my mother?”
Frank nodded. “ Indirectly, but he was the one who ordered the hit. “
Why, would you ordered the hit on my mother. Is that because, she witche and rich.
And own half the city’s.
I really don’t care what you had heard about frank and what kind contaction he has under his thumb. May I please ask, how do you know all of this?” Where did you get your information. Please..... tell me, I begg of you.
“ Look I was there, said Joy, who now also appeared to be struggling with there emotions. “ I tried to save her, but by the time I reached them, the hit man had already killed her.
“ Unfortunately, yes. It’s an image I’ll never get out of my head. I’m very sorry.
“ There were three of them. I killed one of them before I escaping myself. Honestly I wanted to take down the other two, but I knew that if I died, I wouldn’t be able to keep the promise that I made to your mother.”
“ What was that?”
“ To warn you about Frank and his hunters.
We trying to locate him. “
Well what actually do they want with him. Did Frank do something. Yes, he did. Sorry we cannot tell you everything. Is best if you tell us. Where is Frank at.
“ I’m not quick understanding....... why you searching for him?” You talk like he killed someone or most wanted person in the world.
Have you talk to some of his friends. Maybe they know where’s Frank at. Sorry I cannot help you

Setting the glass down quietly, I grabbed a butcher knife from the block, crept out of the kitchen. I heard a noise in my bedroom and my eye twitched. That scared me, I thought it was someone going through my things made me want to ****. As for him, I’d made sure that he never touched his ***** sexually without barking like a dog. Not because his in the military. Still married, he could have sexually relationships with his co-worker, little G.
“ You must be little G,” said the wife of David. Right away I sensed that he was ******* her.
“ Yeah, he gives little hint. What’s little G to him. When your a witch, you senses a lot.
“ Yes, who wants to know? “ I snapped, holding up the butcher knife.
I glared at the stranger with the broad shoulders and long, dark hair that was pulled back into a ponytail . His crooked smile and twinkling green eyes, he reminded me of a pirate.”
Than he raised his hands in the air.
“ Settle down. I’ve been sent by a mutual acquaintance to warm you that your life is in danger. Yes, I’m still waiting on a name and I don’t have many friends, so you’d better start talking.”
“ My name is India Batiste and I’ve been sent by your friend. Nae.

Ten years for now. That’s how long it’s been since I last saw the Welcome To Ellis sign as I drove away as a newlywed in the back of a limo filled with regrets.
Since I can’t say how many times I’ve thought about making my return. Hundreds? A thousand? Somewhere in between, most likely. I’ve pictured myself in a fancy sports car with my hair down into a scarf like I was Grace Jenavia, or maybe in a chauffeur-driven SUV.

Once in those ten years did I think I’d be coming back to town on a Greyhound bus.
A woman next to me snores so loudly, she wakes herself up. Her head jerks from side to side as she wipes drool from the corner of her mustache.

Nothing,” reply as I pull my baseball cap over my eyes and read- just my sunglasses to hopefully cover my black eyes where the makeup is wearing off.

Hoping my iffy luck will hold until I’m off this bus, and she won’t have a clue who she say next to on this long ride from L.A.

What’d I miss?” Leans over me to look out the window as we approach the bus station. He’s six feet under, and I’m the famous one because I’m the black widow who killed him.

Know the truth, but no one else cares about anything so mundane as that. Fall from wife of a rock god to the most hated woman in America has been a rocky one, and to be honest, I’m lucky I made it out of L.A. alive.
Greyhounds brakes squeal as it slows to a stop. Changing the direction of my thoughts. Stop thinking about what I’m running from and put it behind me.

I just never thought I’d be running toward Smith, the place I spent so many years desperate to leave. I want is a simple, quiet life. Something normal. Aways from the paparazzi and accusations. Even away from doing guilty that I fear.

I glance out the window, expecting the old wooden train depot, but we’re on the wrong side of town for that.

Smith. That’s one major reason I don’t know if I’ll ever find peace here.
Soon as we hit the city limits a few minutes ago, my heart is like stone.

Force my breathing to slow and try to look at the name without feeling anything.
Instead, I glare at it, like that’s going to help me find some inner strength.
I would match everything else in this town em blazoned with the Smith name.

Hospital that’s probably only a mile from here. Court-house that takes up one side of the town square. Smith bank and trust two blocks over, near the Rodriguez Art Gallery.

The only thing that doesn’t have their name is the town itself. Pretty sure my ancestors are still smiling in their graves about snaring that honor right before they jumped the Rodriguez’s gold claim and started a feud that’s lasted over 180 years.

I did my part too, and I’m not proud of it.
Wait my turn, specifically for the woman beside me to move, I can haul my *** off the bus. The bus rumbles to life again, and I watch as it rolls away. Left surrounded by the sum total remains of my former life, in the form of ridiculously overpriced Savellia Vuitton luggage, while I wait for my chronically-late-from-birth cousin to come get me.

Cricket begins me to come back to California, I probably would have stayed on the bus all the way to New York. Well I heard they’re friendly up there........ unless they’re Idelfonso Rodriguez fans.

Ohhh, baby! Look at that **** thing just waiting on a ride. You wanna come on up with me, girl?”
Catcalls had come from a man, I would tensed and prepared to bolt, but no. A voice I’d recognize even if it had been eighty years since I’d been home in stead of ten.

First time in months, a genuine smile stretches my lips. I know I don’t get into a strangers van unless someone offers me candy first. “
As well, get up here, little girl.
I’ve got sugar for you. Cricket puts the van in park and hops out, running around the front of the faint Econoline. *** Jesus Christ, you look just like a real beauty celebrity-who forgot to tell her chauffeur where to pick her up.”
So, I rush to meet him. We collide ina hug. “ I thought you were my chauffeur. But is to early too. I wasn’t prepared to wait an hour for cricket Time.”

Cuz my cousin smells exactly the same as the last time I saw her- like *** smoke, coconut, vanilla and sunshine.
“ Lord , I miss you, girl. It’s been way too ******* long.”
Pull back. Your tawny eyes dance, and her dark brown hair is braided around the crown of her head like she’s a perfect flower child.
But she’s alright.

Her heart squeezes at her smiling face. I’ve miss her so dear to much. I shouldn’t have stayed away so long. “ I know. I’m so sorry__

When I opened my eyes a few hours
Later, empty bed was. Shot straight up and looked around.
She was gone.
******* imagine last night.
I hear boards creak out in the living room.
****, she’s sneaking out.
Not only I was not letting her leave without getting her name, but she had no way to get home.
I bolted out of bed, bothering with my jeans, reached the living room. “ Hey—-“
Whipped around from where she was standing, fully dressed, by the front door. There she was staring at pictures below a trophy mount and an antique rifle.
My father picture and my grandfather.
Instead of that sated smile, her face was the picture of horror.
“ Are you okay?”
Hey she won’t backed away, edging toward the door, and tripped over one of her boots as she reached for the handle.
You may................. You’re..............Rodriguez
Smith. Aren’t you?” Expression was echoed by the horrified tone of her voice.

Normally they found out my name, they were on me faster than I could fend off.

Chin up. So, ****.” Reached down and grabbed her boots before ripping the door open.
Already partway down the drive before I hit the front porch.
“ Wait!”
Well she gave me a backwards glance and stumbled, dropping one of her boots. I didn’t even stop to pick it up. She just bolted.
****.

Got called home like a ******* dog. Like one of the obedient retrievers Commodore uses to fetch her birds. Came when I was called.
Didn’t mean I had to like it.
Twenty-five-year-old man worth his salt packed up everything. Just to skipped home, his grandfather snapped his fingers?
What a good heir to are family fortune did.
I didn’t just do it for the money. I did it because Commodore had hammered the family. I was ******* four years-old-Preserve and protect the legacy. What Smiths did. Are family coffers with even more money than was there.
My dads was doing ******* trouble ****** job of living up to his Commodore’s rigorous standards, base on his reports.
Been getting it in California. That he spent more time with his mistress than his own family.
Last message made clear. According to him. It’s boring for him, just sit in the office and do what. He rather collect all the money. And spend time with his mistress. I was *******, explained why I was sitting in a deep hole-in -the -wall. Losing out money left and right. David has no, right to collect the money. Without asking his wife.
Handle whatever responsibility Commodore threw at me, I wasn’t ready to come back to Las Vegas. Long shot.
California was better than Las Vegas. Proving myself and my worth.
David might be at my house, but I’m not comfortable him being there. With his mistress. His broke again, he needed more money.
Over the years my family seen so much from David. His troubles taking care his kids.
Bad on Finance and can’t protect stuff of legends, and it wasn’t dying anytime soon.
Like David getting behind on taxes. He just enjoyed taking something from his mistress.

Day after the sale, his mistress came to his wife’s house. Demanding for money, Mrs. Rodriguez Ellis had to called the police to Escort David mistress out her property.
I didn’t ******* know the truth, I didn’t want to know. All that mattered was that I couldn’t go anywhere in this ******* town without people looking at me and talking behind my back. About my husband and son girlfriend.
I surely hate that. I wish I could move my company in New York or Hawaii.
Maybe I could open another business in New York.
I found a bottle of Patron in front. Rub me three times and make your wish. Took me all of three days to actually Decide either I rub the bottle or not.
Basically I was shack about another problem with my son girlfriend. That girl will never walk down with my son. Her family to Considerate up nose.
I couldn’t wait to escape my son .
The perfect hideaway, and tonight I wanted to drink in a peace. I tried to settle into the idea of accepting my fate. Hell with that. Give me tequila.

Thinking about tossing back the liquor in front of me when the door opened and a gust of powerful wind dragged everyone’s attention to ward the door.
**. *******
Her hair was as black of the night. Beautiful lips as red apple. Her sin was soft as buttermilk. And a big heart that anyone have. Not only beautiful outside, Genuine heart. Perfect for my son.

David. *******.
Wasn’t drunk, but the whole world seemed to slow down as her voice. Your mistress ****** to show your wife photo pose you and her ****. Something in her purse and looked up.

David are you ******* serious?
Her vivid brown eyes kicked him in the gut, sucker punch from the way she pursed her lips as she surveyed. Gonzalez personified the saying walk in like you own her. David you like it that young. Gonzalez shoulders back, **** out and chin pointed up.
A woman on a mission. To **** David that’s hot to her. There’s no more secrets between David and his wife. David still married, but choose to mess around with his co-workers.
In another hands, khaila Smith is as same like David. Thank god , her son is not married with that.

Right about the woman-on-a-mission part. Poor ******* David, his wife *******. For mother ******* 19 years of married. Servicing this country. Than turn around tell your wife. It made your **** shift in your jeans. Seriously you crazy and weird.
Some people like her style. Smile crossed my face for the first time since I got the call from Rodriguez E grandfather that it was time to trot along home.
Won’t be why.” Turned on my stool and held out a hand, driven by pure habit.
City boy. Don’t need to know your name to drink your tequila. She saved me from giving up my identity, made her attitude even sexier-and made me want to prove her point.

I’m a city boy?”
Her gaze dropped to my shoes. She even show her biker boots, hiking boots, or steel toes. No, one cares.
I was from California, but I wasn’t raised here. My parents hired private tutors for me until I turned twelve, than I was throw in boarding school

“ Time to **** or get off the ***,
girl. Can’t keep her dangling after you forever. I’m getting any younger, and you need to get started on that next generation. China wall line must continue, I’m getting sick of waiting.”

Grandfather offers his unsolicited advice as my phone vibrates with a text. Having our regular morning meeting on his deck overlooking the gorge and Mountain.

“ Isn’t relevant to the conversation at hand.” I slide my phone off the table and turn off the ringer. Continuely ignoring the message from the other men’s I’ve been seeing occasionally for the last four months, Flips open a file with a stack of documents needing Commodore’s signatures.

Business comes first, last, always. Smith family way. Any women who spends time around me knows it, these meetings with my grandfather are sacrosanct. May be the heirs apparently to a multibillion-dollar empire, Commodore still officially holds the reins, every decision

Head in the entire congregation swung the double door. I’ll flung open,
Vision was fuzzy, no doubt from two fifty Emilio I’d try to drown out the fact that she was marrying someone else today.

Idelfonso and khaila could never be together.
But that didn’t mean I was going to watch khaila Smith marry someone else and not say a god- ****** words.

You *******. How could you?”
Khaila was dressed in a white, like the perfect bridge, asides from militants look into her face.

Might have miscalculated in my drunken haze.
Can’t marry him. Pretty sure my words slurred, but I didn’t care.

“ I don’t know why you think you get to have an opinion, get the hell out of here. “

“I can buy and sell him. “ More slurring.
Khaila’s eyes burned with her anger. “ Don’t. Care. Cuz you can’t buy me. “

Two set of arms grabbed me from the behind and dragged me back toward the door.

You ever look at my sister
again, Definitely I will ******* **** you myself.
Don’t care how much ******* money your family has.”
Khaila ‘s brother loomed overall of me, and I didn’t doubted his promise, especially while he was wearing his army dress uniform and green berets.
Next to him it was the grooms. Man who’d sold khaila the biggest crock of ****. I’d heard in my life. I’d told myself there was no way she’d ever go through. Way her brother would let her.

I was so wrong. He’d let her marry anyone but idelfonso.
Groom smirked but said nothing, they both turned and marched up the steps.
I weren’t so ******* wasted,
I’d go back in and try again.
Might be marrying her
today, but I wasn’t done with khaila

Shut the **** up
Step inside
You can take my clothes off
I'll take yours off too
Tell me your story
Feed me your pain
I'll tell you my story
Cleanse you of shame
What I desire
What you desire
Nothing but skin
No emotion required
Touch me
I'll kiss you
**** me
I'll eat you
Just climb on top of me
Ride that **** until your body is sore
And we can **** all night
**** to forget
I'll **** the tears right out of your eyes
Let's just **** the pain away
**** the ******* pain away

I give you my all
But sometimes..
It's like I'm talking to a wall
You're so afraid you're gonna fall
But don't you see I'm here to catch you
You never seem to hear
All you do is fear
You're a brain washed
Something of a girl
You're thoughts are just a whirl
You can't get yourself together
Love the ones who ignore you
Ignore the ones who love you
That's all you do
It's nothing new

Amazing Grace: your gift for all. So amazing your grace that you would die for us sinners on a cross in shame and agony though sinless yourself.

How Sweet the Sound: to hear "your sins are absolved"

That Saved a Wretch Like Me: Compared to your perfection and glory we are truly wretched. All blackened by sin, but because of your death on a cross not by water or blood, but by water and blood we are saved and washed clean and white. The only chance we have of getting into heaven is by your gift of Amazing Grace.

I Once Was Lost: like a sheep who strays from the flock and wanders off

But Now Am Found: I am safe and sound in your arms once again. You rescue me from danger and bring me back safe and sound.

Was Blind: because of sin and my faults, wrapped up in a blanket of hurting and lies.

But Now I See: the magnitude of this gift you give and because of your death, the pure spotless lamb, and the cleansing blood you shed for me and for many that sins might be forgiven.

'Twas Grace That Taught My Heart To Fear: fear you in a deep respect for your power, fear of not having you always there and fear of satan and the cost of sin.

And Grace My Fears Relieved: I used to fear what would happen if I sinned and I still fear as I should always, but I take comfort in the knowledge that when I sincerely repent, do my best to sin no more, and to avoid the things that lead me to sin I will be forgiven.

How Precious Did That Grace Appear: It is by Grace and Grace alone that we are saved and indeed how precious, how special Grace was as it appeared to me

The Hour I First Believed: The hour I came to believe in you Jesus my Savior who shed your blood, died and rose again that I might live!

It's all about being AFRAID

Afraid, afraid to close your eyes because you don't want to dream.
Dreams are not reality, in fact they are everything you wished you had, teasing you till you become Insane. You cry for the day someone will understand you pain, the pain that's never the same, you've become afraid to fall asleep, to fall asleep and never wake up, but that's what you want isn't it? To end the pain you've been suffering.

you don't have the guts, you can't sit there and take your life, you fall and fall, constantly picking yourself up, but never forgetting to leaving bits behind, your body becomes soulless, it becomes dark, you once were something, now nothing, Dreaming of the day you won't have this pain, going insane, you watch others , they're not hiding, why are you?

Why are you so afraid to let others see you fall, to know that you once have given your all but have received nothing at all for the things so small , see a dream can Become you're worst enemy, haunting you with the things you desperately need.

You internally bleed, but on the outside you plead, you plead for it to all go away, you know it doesn't happen just like that and that it's within time, but what if there's not enough time.

They say that some things can make you stronger , but you've given up on being strong , as I sit here, I realize that there isn't one strong bone left in my body, I carry my self to only let myself down , I put faith in others for them to only let me down, it's a never ending cycle , and it seems to have become all I've known, we all need and want someone to care, but that's not what I want nor do I need it, I've mentally and most times physically been on my own.

I'm not upset anymore because I don't have anyone there or anyone who loves me , I'm upset at the fact that I allowed myself to fall into such state of darkness , the darkness that tell you that's it's okay to let this be the end, you have the devil on one shoulder and god on the other , but the devil is playing tricks on you , tricks of the mind...

So I sit here and ask myself what it is that I truly want , and who I want to do it with,

No one and nothing , you hear all these inspirational speakers who can talk about their journey, their struggles and how they overcame them.. What if you don't know where it all began , it could of just popped up out of no where, but that's not how it is, there is always a beginning,  and an end, for now I will hold onto the beginning, and hope for the end

The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****

I felt like a giant
Holding fireworks in his fists
Fuses burning between my knuckles
I could silence the bang if I wanted to

Inside your chest are bibles
Full of psalms about hunger
And love
And letting go
Psalms about selfless
I want to kiss you like a prayer

******* like a prayer

I am small
And I feel the ground breathe beneath my feet
It is dark

I am a marble with a green cat eye center
Still hot and smooth
The glass blower that made me had asthma
I don’t roll like the rest of them
This dent in my chest
But you decide it is a good place to rest your head

You feel like the ocean
When I am sleeping on a raft
I made from fallen trees and rope
A steady rock just past the wave break
So calm I’m sure I could sail safely
As far as I wanted

I feel like I don’t exist
Like I am unicorn horn glitter
After the slaying
The men who have ground me down
Use me to sell toys to kids
Because glitter makes everything magic

I am magic
Clumsy magic
Like a giant learning sleight of hand
Fireworks in his fists
I could stop the bang if I wanted to

I don’t want to
I am hot glowing color
Falling from the palms of a giant
Whose hands are clouds

Someone has just prevented a car accident
Saved someone’s life
There are fireworks
A celebration

I am rubber kneecaps
For people who collapse
I bounce them back
People who don’t pray anymore
They just keep walking

I feel like a slave song
The simple message
When you sing these words
I can do anything

I feel like a giant

And I want to kiss you like a prayer
That stops someone from dying

When the life you live is a lie,
could you ever look up to the sky
and apologize?
But you can't and you know why.

You speak as if you are better than all.
But how could you possibly stand tall
when you are only trying to maul
many people so they will fall?

I did not like meeting you in my light,
for you're making it as dark as night.
But maybe you believe it to be your right,
to act rudely and cruelly and fight.

Have you ever considered being nice?
I heard that it was good advice.
But hey, maybe you like your vice
and i'm watching it grow out of control like lice.

I don't like watching others endure your cruelty
for they do not deserve your foolery,
or was it your lunacy?
either way, stay away from my community

Even in the darkest of the night,
I can still remember those lips finding their way towards mine.  
We can barely see what's in front of us,
But yet our bodies are gravitating towards each other.
I'll let you guide my body into the night.
The darkness brings us together.
The darkness holds no fear.
The darkness conceals all flaws.
As the sun begins to slowly creep against the horizon,
He quietly leaves the sanctuary of her heart.
As the seconds of the morning sun ticks by,
He gradually becomes nothing but a dream of her imagination.
The light grasps the truth.
The light enhances the shame.
The light shows the scars.
I can still feel your warmth tingling against my skin.
It's time to wake up

I want to stand behind you and
     press myself up against you.
I want to gently nip at your ear.
I want to wrap my arms around you,
     and trace my fingers over the arch of your eyebrows
     and down your cheek.
I want to outline your lips with my finger tips
     and to bring them down your neck, slowly.
I want to trace your clavicle and run my hands over your torso,
     producing all kinds of friction.
I want my hands to find your hips
     and work my fingers under the waistband of your jeans.
I want to keep you close to me,
     keep myself pressed up against you.
I want to kiss, lick, and bite
     at your neck and shoulder.
I want to make you moan.
I want to have a moment like that,
     and I want to make it last

I miss the sparkle in them,
How they laid my nerves calm,
Taking any defense I have,
From getting too close,
But not coming on too strong,
You know like over the top and such,
Looking for a better place for the base we touch,
You are a supernova,
You are a supernova,
Spinning my head around,
I think I'm crazy for you,
No desperate gestures,
I just want to let you know that..
When I stare into them,
They make me weak,
Turning away from all priorities for the week,
Just come and see you,
And when I see you I stare into those beautiful eyes

I ignore you
You are upset
Snap at me
so I butter you up
Chocolate
"You don't have to do that," you say
mouth watering
I turn to get your treat
Rush down the hall
Feel your eyes
All over me
In all my curvy places
The touch so real

I don't mind if you touch them,
but maybe she did,

I don't care anymore,
to me there just a pair of flesh,

but to her,
they're still innocent,

Mine have lost the specialness in the I want you to touch them,
Now it's met with I don't cares,

For I no longer have what she has,
those first time butterflies like i'm shy when I remove my top,

when it's the first time I show them off to you,
because they're not special anymore,

when a time in my life my brest made me happy,
were I could look in the mirror and feel good about something,

but they became nothing,
so now I look and see nothing but a black canvas of disappointment,

everytime I stare at my reflection,
every time I see my wound,

our wound,
because that's the one that everyone sees,

the rest I made are hidden just for me,
and I wish our wound was like that,

I wish I could totally remember what happened to my breast,
but all I remember was burning right over the year old scar again,

because the pain of remember hurt more then my second burn,
but the first time you were the one to burn me,

and I had hid it so well,
but there came a time where I didn't care,

and I showed it off,
battle scar? call it what you want,

if you wanna grab my **** go for it,
they have gone through worse assault,

if you wanna see them,
it's not going to mean **** to me,

and I am really sorry that thats hows it's been for me,
but it's not my fault my ***** innocence was stolen from me,

because of a *****,
with what used to look like the end of one of his cigarettes

The banks are wet
The air is cold
streams of memories
are everywhere I look,
where Dark Angel is prison in my mind,
I remember that cold September night
that given me so much fright
when Dark Angel taken me down that night,
His touch
His words I will always remember,
I still see from far away into a darken dream
the castle of Dark Angel
upon the tallest mountain,
I had ever seen,
everything was evergreen
woods of deep smelling pine
fair flowers all around the valley grounds,
but I also felt the great depression
that will overtake anyone’s souls,
I remember a time where the
Black Magic woman casting her evil spells
on all she could see, in clouding me,
spell of darken dreams
that cuts deep into your soul
she hangs on to your heart
and never wants to let it go
that is a part of her evil control,
while her puppets wherein mask
while they dance around
on broken glass;
Oh, how they would scream
Begging the Magic women to stop their pains,
Oh, how it made me scream
To see all these things in darken dreams,
The old dead sea was anger as it could be,
Storms are brewing;
Rain of tears are falling;
Frogs are hopping
Trees are swaying into the night,
Oh, how I held on for the ride
I hold on to my soul
but still a part of me let go,
things are getting so out of control
Dark Angel I cried
Why are you doing this to my life?
But he didn’t want to give me a sight
Into his darken eyes of his lies,
I know I will never find an honest soul
darkness is all they know
Dark Angel will give wonders of worries
throughout the days
for the rest life of life of hate
this is the life Dark Angel gave,
to the heart of pain
the flood of tears is everywhere
no souls are spared
the expressions on the evil slaves face
they have much hate in their eyes,
Oh, the ships that are out on sea
started to sink like a disease
that is killing all that is in the way
of the angry storm,
I will never see the light of day
in them darken eyes,
I started crying with the storm
Dark Angels, rage is all over the place,
I'm afraid and very weak and too afraid to think,
I try to explain what I was feeling
it didn't matter to them anyways,
Oh, pale lips come to me
Your lips are rosy as they could ever be
give me a kiss
and I will let you taste death,
Dark Angel walks over to me
I am hearing bad things
I hear things I must not speak
I must stay strong and meek
but Dark Angel has a battle of his own to keep?
I am in way to deep
I'm losing this fight for my own rights
Dark Angel kissed me
I feel I could no longer breath
he is taken the life out of me
He given me the pain of rain
that will never go away
September will always be remembered

Silent as the storm
Black as the nights sky
You never know when its coming
Temperature ranging from hot to cold
Moon swings come and they go
She can make you feel like the lowest **** on earth
Or make you feel like a King

We are in a league of our own
The take no mess take charge kind of woman
Sweet as honey beautiful as the sunset
She’ll drain you and leave you begging for more
With her smooth complexion hair just right
Dress to impress and the legs smooth as silk
Her take charge attitude with sophistication
Can work the room in any situation
Wither in the boardroom, fancy restaurant
or at home with family and friends

She can cut you down without missing a beat
Leave you standing there wondering what happen
A work of art in her own right
A independent women but can make you feel
Like you are needed always treating you like you the man
A way with words that will leave no room argument
Will cut so deep leave you grasping for breath
But you can never want to hurt this woman
Cuz she can turn on you like Cain turn on Abel

We are devious creatures and with a devious mind
And a women who is scorn is a dangerous combination
A woman with so much confidence
It will make you sit up and take notice
But at the same time she knows her place
As a women by your side
While all the while bringing home the bacon, cook it and serve it to you like royalty

Watch out cause she’s on the rise
As a strong independent black woman
Never fearing of the two strikes against her
In this mans world that we live in
So watch out, take notice and pay attention because she is unstopable

Lembro de anos atrás
você era tão pequeno então.
As vezes,
Eu não posso ajudar, mas desejo
que você era pequeno novamente.
Eu chorei quando você enfrentou tristezas,
e viu que, conforme você cresceu,
nada quebrou seu espírito,
em vez disso, fortaleceu você.
Estou cheio de emoções mistas,
enquanto eu seguro todas as lágrimas
e, com muito orgulho, lembre-se
de volta há tantos anos.
Quando te segurei em meus braços,
se eu soubesse,
os anos se sentiriam como momentos,
depois de você ter crescido.
Você não é criança,
embora em meus olhos,
Eu acho que você sempre será
aquele menino que mudou minha vida
e significa o mundo para mim.

O que você pode dar a uma menina pequena?
Um anel de diamante, um bastão para girar?
Um lindo vestido rosa com muitos laços,
ou sandálias delicadas que mostram os dedos dos pés.
Um passeio no bosque, uma brincadeira no parque,
uma viagem de compras do anoitecer até o anoitecer?
Uma bicicleta nova, um gatinho para um animal de estimação?
Não, ainda há tempo para essas coisas
ainda...
Dê a ela um dia dela própria.
Apenas uma garotinha e seu pai sozinhos.
Dê a ela o presente que só você pode,
a companhia de seu velho homem.
Os jogos estão superados e os brinquedos decaem,
mas ela nunca vai esquecer
se você der a ela um dia

Can you count your blessings instead of your crosses.
Can you count your gains instead of losses.

Can you count your joys instead of your woes;
Can you count your friends instead of your foes.

Can you count your smile instead of your tears.
Can you count your courage instead of your tears.

Can you count your full years instead of your lean;
Can you count your kind deeds instead of your mean.

Can you count your health instead of your wealth;
Love your neighbor as much as yourself.

Walking up in my college dorm
Yeah,my life ,it was pretty normal
Looking for a date to the spring formal
Wasn't worried 'bout noting eles, no majoring in undecided
Notebook full of bad songs I was writing
Never dreamed anyone else would like'em
Now they're sitting on a Wal-Mart shelf

Ain't it funny how life changes
You wake up, ain't nothing the same and life changes
You can't stop it, just hop on the train and
You never know what's gonna happen
You make your plans and you hear God laughing

Don't know what I'm goin" through
Standing by you
Looking at your face

Well, tell me
(Hurt) so bad
I makes me feel so bad
It really hurt so bad
To see you again

Needles and pins, people say
You've been making out okay
In love, don't stand in her way

Well, let me
(Hurts) so badly
Makes me feel so bad
Gonna hurt bad
Just walk away

Nice to meet you,  where you
been?
I could show you incredible
things
Magic,madness, heaven sin
Saw you there and I thought
Oh my God, look at that face
You look like my next mistake
Love's a game, suit and lie
I can read you like a magazine
Ain't it funny, rumors, lie
And I know you heard about
me

So hey, let's be friends
I'm dying to see how this one
ends
Grab your passport and my
Hand
I can make the bad guys good
for a weekend
So it's gonna be forever
Or it's gonna go down in
Flame

The feel of my skin tinkling as you kiss your way along my body generates so much heat and passion til the anticipation mounts. Then you give me more; roaming my body and connecting in a ****** dance as old as time. Together we build such incredible intensity that climaxes into the most amazing pleasure. I've ever experienced.

You do that to me. Only you.

Let's indulge some more.....

I never knew what craving was
until You? The way you share love with me is incredibly sensuous and deep. I savor every tantalizing caress; every pleasurable moan.
I'm addicted to your scent; how your body communicates with me.

Let your body talk to mine some more. I crave it. I need it.

Lay me down,
get ready to play.

Do you have the
energy,
cause I got all day.

Lead me where you
want us to go,

I'm ready and willing,
let's take it slow.

Your fingers dip below my waist,
traveling at a sensuous pace.

The lower you go,
my anticipation builds.
My heart beats faster
bracing for the thrill.

Your touch has me moaning,
begging for more.
Your hot passionate kisses;
I simply adore.

I feel it,I feel you,
as I crest on high.
Only you can take me,
on this incredible ride.

Baby, do it again,
and again and again
I never get enough
of this delightful sin.

You come to me, beckoning with that dark brown gaze,
that melts me into a
sensual haze.

You ****** me, with the
Slightest touch,
you make me want it
oh so much.

You take me, to that
feel good place,
setting me off
with your
passionate right.

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One simple word
But it means so much more.
You are master,
And me your pet
you slave
your *****

The things you do to me......
I can't help but want more..
Push me down
The me up.
Tease me until I beg.
Please, please.
Oh god please **** me master.
I need you.
I crave you.
Please master

I want your body.....
I want to kiss your body
I want to kiss your hands
I want to kiss your lips
I want to kiss your neck
I want to kiss your *******
I want to kiss your thighs
I want to kiss your skin
I want to **** that **** little *****
I want to lick it up Until you are begging for mercy
I  want to kiss your **** little *** cheeks
Mmmm...... I'm licking my lips just thinking about the taste of your *** as it hits my lips
I wanna lick every part of it
The very sight of it got me drooling like a ******* baby
I want to **** it, **** it, squeeze it, please it
I want to lay you on the bed and spread your **** *** legs
And go downtown for hours
As I take my time pleasure your precious clothes
I wanna hear you moan
I wanna hear you scream my name
I wanna *** your body just right
Because that *** got me addicted to your body
Your body is the prize of a thousand wet dreams
Sit that big, **** *** in my lap

In times of trouble and insanity
I carry mask to disguise
the pain I carry
secure behind my eyes

I can never let out again
the misery I hide
to hell with my dignity
to hell with my pride

From this day forward
and for ever more
I will mouth this mask
that will be my lore

No reaching out when I am weak
no solace will I seek

When you look for answers
When you say your prayers
all you will see is masks
and no pain that I bare

I feel a little anxious
Wonder if the days, with you will last.
Banish all my fears,
Hold me 'til the darkness hours has passed.

I feel a little helpless
Wonder if the strength you give will stay.
Hold me until the break of day.

I feel a little lonely
Wonder when you next will hold me tight.
Are my world, I need you near,
Hold me close until the morning light.

I feel a little broken
Wonder if you'll heal me with your love.
Are my kids, sweet remedy,
Your lips to mine, mend me
Hold me breathless 'til the Sun's above.