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"I can't believe you tried to embarrass me like that in front of the most highly respected people in my life!" She snapped. I just stared at her. "I mean,you were being so disrespectful to me, mama, and everyone else that were trying to have a good time. It's like everything I try to do, you just try your hardest to sabotage it. Can't I have the spotlight to myself? Just for a moment?!" She exclaimed.

I started laughing, laughing almost to the point where my stomach hurt.

"It's not funny! Why are you laughing!" She shouted with anger in her eyes.

I pulled myself together after that good laugh. If only she knew why I found it so humorous.

"Why do you hate me Elise?!" She demanded an answer with tears streaming down her plump cheeks.

"I don't hate you Mahalia." I said calmly and shook my head. "The hell you don't." She responded. "You hate me, you hate mama, that explains why you said some hurtful things to her earlier at dinner. You're just full of hate! You hate your family, your neighbors, the sun, the grass...I don't get you!"

There were tears just waiting to fall, but I fought them. I took those built up tears inside of my head and used them to put out them flames of anger I was seconds away from showing. Tonight, I was tired of being angry, my whiskey helped calm me down. My eyes were heavy and strained from staring at this tv for hours non-stop, I had a slight headache, and now I have to hear these words coming out of my sister's mouth. I watched her speak, completely giving her the floor to say whatever it is she felt the need to say. I was tired, but I stood their and heard her out.



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Soul Mates by KahnaKahn

Watching Anna, she was actually down stairs sipping water quietly. I couldn't help but stare at her. Her usually midnight drink. "Thirsty." "Oh, uncle you startled me." She had backed away from me as I tried to touch her. I had been needing her touch more and more. "Why are you so afraid of me?" "What are you talking about?" She nervously giggled as she crept backwards. "I have notice a few things and well you cower at my touch. Tell me Anna, do I frightened you?" Have I in someway? I wondered. "No, uncle," she stepped closer to me pressing her palm on my chest proving that she is not the least bit frightened. "You don't scare me one bit." Her lips were smiling but her eyes had told me a different story. "The prove it." I was now leaning as she had licked her own lips. Fuck I want to taste those lips. "How." Her breath sent me shivers down my core. Further leaning in, I pulled her closer, my hand now firmly on her back as my lips made contact with hers. She hesitated at first, I could feel she was withdrawn but that didn't stop me from taking what I wanted. Kissing her made me forget. I know I shouldn't but I wanted to forget what I had lost. Is it wrong of me to think like that? But this kiss felt so right. Why? She felt perfect beneath me. At that moment I wanted more, I wanted everything she would give me. I wanted her. "What the fuck is going on here." The lights instantly turned on revealing a very pissed of Megan. "Megan I can explain." "How, when I just witness you kissing the one who had killed our child." ***** Do you believe in soul mate because we are destined to be with that one person that makes us whole....

BOUJEE (Completed) by Bee90s

"Hello, Sincere. How are you feeling today?" "Same as everyday, can't sleep, can't eat.." I trailed off, looking down at Sinclair who had a perfect mixture of both V and I. "That's not good." She said and I shrugged. "None of this is." I said and she nodded understandingly. "Have faith." She said, placing her hand on my shoulder and I nodded. I tried hard to keep the tears in because I had to be strong for everybody. The family was really going through it and I just wanted her back in my arms. V had my heart and if I lost her for good, I'd never look for love again. The doctor walked out as I sat there quietly and Clair looked over my face while she made spit bubbles. I bit my bottom lip, holding back tears as I looked at V laying there with tubes in her. Not able to hold on any longer, I broke down. "Baybeh, I need you..." I trailed off, shaking my head. "I need you so bad, I can't do this shit. I can't do life with you." I explained, looking down at the floor. "We need you, ma." My voice cracked, looking over to Sinclair who was still looking up at me. "Our baybeh girl is so beautiful, ma. I want you to see her, I want you to see her grow up. I want you to be here with us.." I trailed off, collecting my words. I wiped my face as more tears poured down and I shook my head, sighing deeply. "Wake up, baybeh." I spoke, breaking down as I bit my bottom lip.

With Pain Comes Love 3 by sandisiwegxaba

Seeing my wife in the state she was in has to be the 2nd most painful thing to go through, the first being losing your little princess. I watched her sleeping peacefully, at least she was at peace and not thinking about what we are currently going through. I think the most painful thing about losing someone is that there's no warning, you don't get a chance to say a proper goodbye to them and there's no telling when you'll ever see them again. Death is a thief. - Melo Before my daughter came into the picture I used to drink and get really drunk. Alcohol has always been a coping mechanism f and my go-to for pretty much every emotion, be it happiness or sadness or even anger... it was always my go-to. But I stopped when I found out I was pregnant and only drank every now and then but never to get drunk. Losing my child has been hard, it's been a struggle I am yet to conquer, if how I also don't know. I've never been able to handle pain easily, for me reality strikes after some time... let's just say I react in a much later stage to pain or trauma. Yes, she was gone but I didn't want to accept it at first and I can't say that I've accepted it now because I haven't still but I'm taking it one day at a time... I've been drinking to ease the pain and not think about her or remember her but that's stupid because every part of this big house reminds me off her. It's been a month since her funeral and I've been drinking excessively. I'm not coping and neither is Melo. I cannot imagine us surviving this one. We just strangers who sleep on the same bed. She didn't deserve to die. She shouldn't have died. - Yaya

Burning Passion by LuxeInkedbyTee

"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it. "Whatever yah talk 'bout sound like a fairy tale and mi nuh want yuh feel like me is a problem fi yuh fix," I stated, staring into her eyes. She frowned, deeply. "You need to talk to someone, or me. I am here for you if you need anything." Her voice came out softer than usual. "Rosalia, left that. It nuh concern yuh," I told her. She hissed her teeth and slapped the blunt out of my hand. "Mi try talk to yuh, but if yuh nah go at least try to get help then mi nuh need fi deh here. Stay by yuhself since a that yuh fucking want." She turned and started walking away. // He was abandoned by his parents. Time and time again they let him down, not realizing that each time it was draining him. He isn't the most sentimental guy, probably one of the most nonchalant and controlling people you've ever met. She was sweet and came from what people would call the perfect family. In a short time, she made him indecisive and question himself. Peeled away every armor he had shielding his insecurities. She broke him but stood by him while he rebuilt himself into a better man. The man he always wanted to be. The man he knew she deserved. _______________________________ - Mature Content (18+) - Violence

Confessions of the Lovestruck by NelBlake92

While struggling to fit into their families' worlds, Davina and Elijah find acceptance in each other. But when their families disapprove of their relationship, the couple must learn to stand up for themselves and the person they care for before they let outside influences ruin their chance at happiness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She glanced back again and there were tears on her cheeks. "I thought you didn't want me..." My heart shattered into a million pieces. I mean, it really felt like I was having a heart attack the way that the vital organ seized up in my chest. The pain in her voice made me want to carve the bloody thing out and give it to her. I set down the tattoo gun and moved so that I was in front of her and she didn't have to strain to see my face. She laid her head on her forearm and looked away from me, so I laid a hand on her cheek before kneeling down so that we were eye level. "Princess, it was never you. I let my own issues get in the way of what we had going on. You are perfect there's nothing I would change about you. I WANT YOU," I told her. Her entire body shook as she cried so that I had to physically lift her off of the bed and into my arms. Her hand clutched at my shirt as she sobbed and I held her tight. I rocked her and stroked her hair. "I'm sorry," she told me after we were sitting like that for a while. "You have nothing to apologize for anything, Princess. I'm the one who should be sorry about making you feel like that. It will never happen again," I told her. "If you give me another chance to do right by you."

Becareful With My Heart by miemiebee

"The joke is on you now Muhseen." "No please don't do this, you can't just throw away all that we had like this, please don't" I pleaded. "I can't? Seriously?" She lead out a sarcastic chortle "Only Muhseen Salah can huh?" "What do you mean by that?" I managed to utter. "Exactly what am saying" she snapped curtly "It's about time you learn the truth Muhseen, I just tricked you none of the things we had and shared for the past week was real. Come to think of it, why will I change overnight? Why will I love someone who hurt me in the past like you did? Am not a fool Muhseen" She paused glaring at me. "No" I muttered ceaselessly as I shook my head not believing a thing from what she said. "No Cara you're joking, you must be joking." "You can take it as a joke it's what I did too when you broke up with me months ago so continue to believe all I said as a joke." She said cold heartedly not showing even the slightest care. Why is she doing this? I thought we are over all these. "Cara please stop this, stop it please my heart can't take it. You said it yourself that you've forgiven me. I thought we were over all these, why are you bringing it up now?" "Because I wanna break your cold heart like you did to me some time ago Muhseen plus this is the time I planned on telling you so it would make your heart crumple, bruise and hurt just like it is doing already." She paused and took a quick glance at me pathetically "Remember how you icily rubbed it to my face that you don't love me, that is was all a trick? Remember how you threw away everything that we shared? It's payback time Muhseen."

Loving Every Curve(Completed✔️) by Booklover4evr4

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The leaving 11 years on on going stopped up dating for a awhile by CarolOBrien1

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BROKEN VOW by MostWorth

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A Self-love Story by Kirsten_Sharp

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Watching Anna, she was actually down stairs sipping water quietly. I couldn't help but stare at her. Her usually midnight drink. "Thirsty." "Oh, uncle you startled me." She had backed away from me as I tried to touch her. I had been needing her touch more and more. "Why are you so afraid of me?" "What are you talking about?" She nervously giggled as she crept backwards. "I have notice a few things and well you cower at my touch. Tell me Anna, do I frightened you?" Have I in someway? I wondered. "No, uncle," she stepped closer to me pressing her palm on my chest proving that she is not the least bit frightened. "You don't scare me one bit." Her lips were smiling but her eyes had told me a different story. "The prove it." I was now leaning as she had licked her own lips. Fuck I want to taste those lips. "How." Her breath sent me shivers down my core. Further leaning in, I pulled her closer, my hand now firmly on her back as my lips made contact with hers. She hesitated at first, I could feel she was withdrawn but that didn't stop me from taking what I wanted. Kissing her made me forget. I know I shouldn't but I wanted to forget what I had lost. Is it wrong of me to think like that? But this kiss felt so right. Why? She felt perfect beneath me. At that moment I wanted more, I wanted everything she would give me. I wanted her. "What the fuck is going on here." The lights instantly turned on revealing a very pissed of Megan. "Megan I can explain." "How, when I just witness you kissing the one who had killed our child." ***** Do you believe in soul mate because we are destined to be with that one person that makes us whole....