Novels by Shadrach Heavens

dear diary.I think I am not really back on the scene of life and I am not too sure that I ever will be. I have decided to accept this as my solemn reality and argue no further with my senses. I believe what ever is brought to me.Dr Quinn, who was introduced to me from my husband took one look at me and I got the sudden feeling that indeed I was truely done for. "you're something, doctor Montoya." Quinn said"I think that this is PTSD and you are going through what the lot would call a post traumatic stress disorder. we would need to talk this out and of cause it is treatable. what you think are your hallucinations are more scarier dreams and you wake up everyday from each of them." he smiled thinly"follow me to the inner sanctum." he led the way down a wide hall, with a polished wood floor and red Oriental rugs. an enormous hairy cat sat on the hall table. it reached out and tapped me with a paw as he started past."hey, Gary."the cat made a sound like a sweaky toy, jumped to the f

Soon did I realise that Mrs wade wasn't upset that I was a pedophile to other children too, but only that I had currupted Adult and made him weak in a sense that still seemed uncomfortable to comprehend. Only that a political career and ambition seemed more important that anything else. I felt sick to my stomach. I had Allied myself to a family that was destined to hate and reject me... This was not out of love, our marriage, but of advantage, he saw me as a therapist, not a pedophilec one, and saw the potential in grooming a normal boy from me... Damaris was ignorant, but not her husband Bruce, who knew that we were to meet, not just by fate but a pre-planned deal. It still seemed incomprehensible to accept. I had been wincing then from a stunning rejection by a man that had disvirgined me, and also rejected me after use. It had been Philbert's moment, to prove the loyal. Although he was not as handsome or strong like a Texas ranger. I hadn't actually loved Phil, but I saw him like

I have some secretes too, and im going to say them to you, all at last, this happened when Philbert's mom, who was an impossing old woman, shorkingly also a very intruging one came over to see me at the huspital in her black st john knit tuxudo suit--for someone that old. Unfortunately for me who was still bedridden and seeming as though i had awaken from a somewhat long, unbreakable coma.The old woman readjusted the pillows behind my head and tugged awkwardly at my huspital gown trying to seem nice , only once before the nurse (H's assitance) would leave her to me.I could not believe that philbert's mother, of whom happened to be running for governor, was indeed a very wealthy woman. We had stollen away to marry, i and Phil after his fathers disapproval at the convent, but hardly did i realize what philbert moorman had given up just to have me.It was such a complicating feeling to experience.When the child who happened to be my nurse was gone, mrs Wade moorman fixed me with the m

she came, loitering from the crowd through and into the snow where the therapist could watch , before arousing and finding out again that all shehad seen was merely,again, just another huge grand joke, so that she thought best , that the right action and move to make was to keep a diary. she had seen it in doctor H's eyes when she had accused her of being an accomplice to the diappearance (not death, oddly) of the very boy of her nightmares, adulf cain. she had seen it in phil's eyes, his sad introspection when they all gathered her in the bed of the huspital.it felt so frightful that there wasnt anything known as a london bridge cult, or the existence of of one that still remained a surpport group.the surpport group died years before. neither had she seen bucharest so durty before, or known what life Adulf cain lived with his parents, or knew that hammerstien was married once first to damaris---although all true, this was from damaris telling her, and not some wierd dream, that she

and then when Montoya moorman and Adulf Cain made love, the world is different in between the sheets. Sex lives of humans is like whirlpool with endless querries and stories. Every experience is different and every encounter is memorable in its own way. But there are some stories that sound weird or bizarre but also makes you think about one’s own issues and shortcomings. Montoya wrote in her diary thus:I’m sleeping with a boy I'm surpposed to be giving therapy. but he feels like my boyfriend for about a year now and we have a pretty exciting life. Recently an incident happened which later felt a little creepy to me. We were changing after swimming in my pool and he was soon going for a vacation with his family(new ones). Just so that I do not miss him, I wanted to ask for his worn shirt which I could keep to smell closer to him. But when I started speaking, I somehow asked for his used underpants instead. The next thing I know, he puts his worn underpants in my bag. As soon as he l

Even after you've mastered the climb up the Eiffel Tower, spotted the Mona Lisa at the Louvre, and footed every mile of the Golden Triangle, Moynihan suggests taking the quick 45-minute train ride just outside of the city to the Champagne region. Or, set out to another neighboring city, Rheims, for "a day of tasting tours at historic producers like Taittinger, Pommery, and Ruinart; most tours include transportation from Paris." To slow down the pace, "combine a city stay with nights in a country hotel like the Napa-meets-France-style Royal Champagne resort and Spa."Adulf had said on their flight, his arm wounded about her waist doctor Montoya , drugged into her pedophile tendency of The Honeymoonist is a longtime travel editor and writer who started her Virtuoso-affiliated travel planning company seven years ago. She's visited 60 countries and sent clients to six continents, she remembered.As anyone who’s been to Paris knows, there’s really no bad time to go.*****"Sure, it’s cold