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40: CRAZY LADY
PEBBLES' POV
“Are you nervous?” Bradley inquired as he manoeuvred around vehicles on the roadway.I fired three therapists in the preceding two weeks. They had the credentials, the experiences, and the certificates of merits, but my gut kept telling me they weren't suitable for me. Bradley was so considerate and supportive. I adored him so much.Ace won the jackpot by having the best dad in the world — and grandpa, Thomas, was still there with us. He was quite the comedian. Occasionally I caught him staring at nothing in particular; it almost was like he zoned out, and I recognized a vast amount of trouble and sadness in his eyes. But as soon as he was yanked back to reality, he was his crazy fun self again. Bradley and Ace didn't seem to detect his pain, even Ace mentioned to me that his grandpa had never been that frivolous and outspoken. Bradley explained it was extremely refreshing to see his dad so free.But my woman's intuition told me thatRelated chapters
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 41: DOCTOR BLAKE NELSON
PEBBLES' POVI sat in the waiting area, glowering at the black-framed clock that was perched on the wall to my left. My eyes scrutinized the second hand, which seemed to taunt me by moving oh so slowly. I peeled my eyes away from the time, silently vowing to myself not to look at it anymore as it was only elevating my impatience—but who was I kidding? I fixed my hands on my knees to stop them from shaking every five seconds, with my eyes still glued to the face of the clock. I knew I told Bradley earlier that I wasn't nervous, but the moment I stepped through the bubblegum-pink door, my heart rate escalated. I worked my palms to collect the pellets of sweat from my forehead, and then I wiped them on my jeans. I then rested my palms once more on my trembling knees.The sound of a door creaking caught my awareness. My head spun so fast, I was positive my neck would be sore for days to come. A tall, slender lady in her mid-thirties half-stepped from the opened door. Her pretty green bug-
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 42: MARY IS CHEATING ON ME
BRADLEY'S POV“So Sinister was engaged before he married Kathy?” I questioned Jimmy. His real name was Sinister Henry. He took the name Hemington when he wed his late wife.“Yes, he was engaged to some rich chick named Miranda Townsend.”“I wondered why they called off the wedding?” It seemed a little peculiar to me. The documents demonstrated Miranda was from Georgia, so whatever transpired between them must have been tremendous for Sinister to flee to Florida. “I am not certain, but records indicate Miranda had a child — a son, to be exact — so maybe she was cheating on Sinister.”“That's excellent info. Perhaps I could get in contact with them, so I can get some dirt on Sinister,” I grinned at Jimmy.“I’m afraid the child died. I have a copy of his death certificate here. As for Miranda, no one knows what happened to her,” he handed me the file.“What do you mean, no one knows what happened to her?”“My sources claim she was enjoying her engagement party. She was set to marry an A
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 43: GRANDPA COCK-BLOCKER
PEBBLES' POVJUNE 13, 2009Summer came cruising along, bringing with her intense heat. I did not mind; I embraced the warmth. That was one factor I missed about Florida; its climate. “Good morning,” I greeted Thomas and Bradley. They were relaxing on the lawn.“Morning, Pebbs," Thomas smiled.“Morning, Pebbles," Bradley's face settled into a grimace. “What on earth are you wearing?”“It's a booty shorts.” “I can see that. But do you have another one that covers all of your booty?”Thomas and I laughed at Bradley's protectiveness.“OK, Dad. I'll go change," I said mockingly. “Perfect. Remember, Blake and I are leaving for the weekend. Will you guys be OK?”Bradley and Blake had been dating for over a month now. I found it awkward at first, but she didn't treat me like a patient outside our sessions or mention things to cause me discomfort. She was very professional, and I respected her for that. Ace and I still couldn't take the images of Bradley going down on her in the living room
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 44: DO YOU WANT ACE?
PEBBLES' POVFire and brimstone rained down on me as the ice-queen glared at me. Her smile was forced when she strolled up to me and air-kissed my cheeks. Thomas and Bradley were grinning with contentment, delighted over the fact that Mary was — well, offering me some form of acknowledgement. Ace, however, was rolling his eyes, not buying into his grandmother's antics. I swallowed hard when she lightly gripped my shoulders. Her eyes burrowed into my soul and her fake smile kept biting at my heart. “I apologize for the manner I acted the other day. I blame the arthritis medications. I had my physician prescribe me a lower dosage. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me.” She finished batting her eyelashes, grinning like that possessed girl from the movie, The Exorcist.She hauled me in for a hug and her expensive cologne infiltrated my nostrils, like soldiers at war, choking me from the inside while leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. With watery eyes, I answered. “All is forgiv
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 45: LATE NIGHT SNACK
*TRIGGER WARNING: A FORCED ORAL SEX SCENE AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER. IT'S NOT VIVID, BUT STILL, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.*Vanessa struggled to open the door barred by her housemates' cluttered objects; dirty shoes, crates, and umbrellas. Mary had to wedge her way inside, by pushing in her shoulder first. “This is preposterous," she mumbled as she stubbed her big toe on a box at the entrance. “Who lives like this?” She questioned, turning up her nose at the mountains of mess situated at each corner of the minuscule living area/dining room/kitchen. Mary gasped when she realized the three sections occupied one tiny space.“Welcome, Mrs. Dickson — please have a seat,” Vanessa gestured to the shabby old sofa.Mary took one glance at the overly used item and scorned. “I'd rather not. That thing looks like it's a nest for a few rats and roaches, plus I can see and smell the dirty sex from here. I think I'll stand.”Vanessa's mouth hung wide. She was stunned at the elderly woman's rudeness, but
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL AUTHOR'S NOTE
My sincerest and deepest gratitude goes out to the people reading this book. We are now past the halfway mark, as this story will consist of 86 chapters. I will not update this book again until the 20th of April. I will be focusing on my Werewolf story, The Alpha's Destiny at that time. As a writer, I don't force myself to write and I appreciate the readers on this app and their genuine understanding when I say I am busy and I cannot update a book. My fingers and brain are itching me to continue that particular book and I go with the flow of things so I can give you guys the best I have to give. So again, I thank you all for your loving support and kind words, and I ask you guys if you can't leave a gem just please leave a review, it helps an author in knowing what their readers think. Remember to walk with God. ❤️FIONA.
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 46: HAPPY FAMILY
ACE'S POVAUGUST 1ST, 2009I glared at the body lethargically sprawled on the sofa. She was asleep and drooling like a Bernese Mountain Dog; one that had rabies. I sulked, unable to locate the same admiration Pops held for Mom when she carried me in her womb.I recalled Pops telling me how beautiful Mom was while I grew inside her. How majestic her dark tresses were, how radiant her smile had been, how fascinated he was by her hormonal fluctuations, and how he couldn't keep his hands off her. He informed me that his sexual desires hit the Milky Way every time he saw her.But staring at the heavily pregnant Vanessa, I didn't notice an ounce of spark. All I could picture was Shrek with long hair and acne. A sound of an inflating balloon snapped me from my trance. “What was that?” I questioned myself, glancing around the area, seeking to pinpoint where the noise came from. And then, my nose cracked the mystery when the smell of rotten eggs penetrated my nostrils, and my eyes watered from
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 47: FREAKSTORM
PEBBLES' POVWhite-hot lightning flashed through the blackening sky, followed by the smashing sound of thunder. The pitter-pattering of the rain was like drumbeats on the roof of the car. I couldn't see the road outside as curtains of water covered the windows. “It's getting terrible outside,” the chauffeur mumbled shakily, and then the car halted. “We're here,” he announced.” Let me take you to the door,” he grabbed his umbrella.My eyes darted to his feet. I noticed earlier that he had a wooden leg. I couldn't trouble him. He still had to drive back to his workplace and then his home.“Thanks, but I'm only seconds from the front door. Now you be careful out there.”“I will. I saw an inn two minutes down the road. I will rest there until this storm pasts.”I fished my keys from my purse, and I bolted for the door. Torrential rain poured down in icy sheets like needles pricking my face. I hastily opened the door and jumped inside. My fingers trembled and my body shivered. I hugged my
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