Carmen Ghia, get it together girl, I told myself. For a moment there I felt as though I couldn't catch my breath as I walked through the front door of Our Sister's Keeper, our local women's shelter, and I was sure everyone could see that I was blushing. It was not unusual to see me, the pride of Sodom City strode into city hall, a school, a hospital, or here...
Hey guys sorry this took so long I know a few of you have been waiting intently on this next part and I really appreciate all the feedback! I like when stories have a sort of history to them so that can really get into the characters better so that's why not much has happened yet and there's really not much in this one either, sorry, but the next one I promi...
After Angel's little adventure with the cab driver, she and Jim walked around the corner to the entrance to their apartment. Angel was a little bit worn out, but Jim, having only watched, was pretty charged up. The two climbed the stairs to their apartment on the second floor. "I have a surprise for you tonight," Jim said to Angel as he gathered her into hi...
Diane's death was mercifully sudden, the cancer raced through her body like a wildfire in a drought stricken forest the last month of her life. She had a feeling something was wrong but waited until her regular visit with her doctor to discuss the pains she felt within her. Unfortunately at that point it was too late. She did get to see her daughter Jordan g...
Many thanks for all the feedback, DEAR readers. I love the way many of your are engaging in my naughty-nasty glam fantasy, which is so precious to me. I LOVE to discuss it, so please, more comment is appreciated... Sorry to only tease you here *wink*.. Chapter 2, Part 2 cumming soooon. Thanks again to all my inspirations, and a mention specifically to Kim...
The secret to getting into a club was acting as if you couldn't care less, no matter what. You couldn't beg or plead or make up some story about knowing someone inside—the guys at the door had built-in bullshit radar. You just had to stand there and expect to get in. "Sorry, we're closed for a private party." The bouncer at the door was a big guy—they were...
When the final leg of her book tour ended, Salumeh found herself stuck in a Denver hotel in the midst of a snow storm. A far cry from her sunny downtown Los Angeles home. Her latest book, Secret Garden, had managed to break into the top 10 NYT bestseller list after its third week. As usual, it was a fictional piece focused on a young Persian girl's life gro...
This story is completely for the shear entertainment of. I'm no professional, in fact most of my English essays were bad. Nonetheless, I came out of my comfort zone to make this story that has slowly developed in my head as I go. I got inspiration from the modern feel of romance and I guess sexual innuendoes in stories and media. If you are looking for som...
This is chapter 4 in this series. At this point, I think you would be lost reading if you have not read the previous three chapters. As always, I appreciate comments as they give me motivation to improve my work and most of all, continue writing. While this series will eventually come to a close, If the motivation is there, I would be delighted to write anot...
Without fail I can identify when I notice someone for the first time. "Noticing" someone isn't the same as meeting them -- that's when you hear a name, shake hands or exchange greetings at some social function or introduction. Of course then you become aware of someone's existence. But "noticing" is different. For me it's when some individual's feature --...