Novels by holysheet

"Need I remind you I have never done that before, so you don't have to worry, Marie." She rolls his eyes. My Aunt looks at him with a smirk before wiping the front and back of her wet hands on her red apron."Rather be safe than sorry," she sings as she grabs her white floral patterned tote back off the dining table. I walk over to stand beside my grandmother as I watch my aunt stuff her house keys in her bag before zipping it close."Oh, you still have that horrendously designed bag with the broken zipper?" My grandmother scoffs just by the sound of the zipper struggling to close as she flips another pancake on the pan.I burst out laughing when I see my Aunt's face. Her black curly hair tied into a bun keeping the tendrils out of her face yet she tries to place her baby hairs behind her ear. She grabs her bag with a scoff and gives me a small smile before heading towards the front door."Keep

INSECURITIES ARE what make humans imperfect and give them character. It makes people act out in ways they wouldn't have if they didn't have a feeling of anxiety, judgement and negative emotions attached to it.I know exactly what my insecurities are and even being self-aware doesn't change anything about it because I cant overcome them. It has become a part of me.As much as I hate my parents for everything they put everyone through, they did me well.As far as my skin was concerned, I was honestly blessed with the relatively clear caramel-coloured skin. Apart from some occasional acne that usually happened around the time of my periods, my skin was fine, probably because I was always diligent with the SPF and washing my face.Honestly, I wasn't the ugliest in the world, but nor did that make me a model either.When I used to go to school, my friend Raven used to alwa

"As if wolves would want you." I rolled my eyes. Playing along with what I knew he wanted.He was such an open book."Mhm, you want me," he teases as he raises his brows suggestively."Correction, jail wants you. Or Satan, or better yet, nobody!" I say sarcastically. I was a bit taken back by his teasing but I welcomed it. It was fun talking to someone other than my Aunt or grandmother. Its making me miss Raven so much."You break my heart," he says dramatically as he holds his hands on his chest over his heart."Yeah, I'm just doing what I do best,""Right..." he drawls as he rolls his eyes at my arrogance.He suddenly jogs so that he is in front of me, successfully catching me off guard. He then turns around and stops so that he is directly in front of me. I look at him in confusion.He takes

"I'm not your Sweetheart." I glared at him. "Okay, Sweetheart." And then I open my mouth to object but then he starts up again. "Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart," he taunted while smirking at me. "Leave me alone, posh boy." I groaned with a glare while trying to run away from him and behind Auntie Marie who I didn't realize had served herself some of my cake on one of the paper plates I had bought. I ignore Deshawn and watch as my aunt takes a spoonful of the cake and puts it in her mouth. Even Deshawn stopped annoying me and glanced between my aunt and me to observe my reaction to her trying my cake.

She was new here, I had nothing to fear. Nothing to fear. Nothing to fear... I was walking towards them with my grip on my baseball hat when I bumped into a hard chest. I yelped and tripped on the other person's foot, sending myself flying towards their chest. I made the mistake of letting go of my bag with the cake container and I could feel the sharp realization come across in panic as I just realized what I had done. I don't even look up to see who I had bumped into as I crouch down and peer inside the bag to see the smushed-up cake through the clear plastic top of the container. I mourn the destruct

"They have me, Jenkins, and his grandson. I think even Mrs. Halmshire's husband. Even on top of that, they hired like 5 men. Gloria came with a lot of cash. I'm surprised that she is moving into our town of all places. Yet again, everyone in this town is rich, it's just that we choose this lifestyle." Jenkins is like Aunt Marie. Not a member of the family by blood but still considered as family. My grandmother has so many children, nieces, and nephews from another family. She's friendly like that. "When did you get the time to meet them?" I ask curiously knowing that she didn't wake up until like 9 and it was almost 11. I didn't even see or hear her leave the house. "I woke up at 8 and Marie told me they lost a few trucks on their way to town and o