Novels by Writergirl12340

As she walked inside of her old home she once knew she looked around her seeing her once vibrant, modern style living room darkened and in shambles. She sighed, taking in the sight of broken furniture, scattered beer bottles, holes in the wall, and pictures of her family broken in their picture frames. She breathed in the air that now reeked of alcohol and trash, thinking to herself, ‘He never changed…’ She pressed her back up against the front door and closed it as she whispered, “It's only for a moment.” She walked away from the door, going further into the house, and began stepping on glass that crunched underneath her feet. Step, crunch, step, crunch, step, clang. She looked down, seeing a golden picture frame underneath her foot, crouched down, and picked up the picture frame, seeing an old picture of herself, her father, and her mother, all smiling at a beach. ‘When did you decide that you were no longer going to be my father? Was it the day mama died… Or were you always like t

Inside Beau's room, stood Beau. He went through his closet, going through his suits that hung on a clothing racket. As he went through his suits he felt his phone begin to vibrate. He took it out of his pocket, looked at it, seeing Fress calling, and answered it, saying, "Yes?" "Sorry to call so late Mr.Bax Jr. but while you've been wasting your day away doing senseless, 'Birthday activities,' with your family, I've been working hard on the charity event and need your signature on some contracts for the vendors," Fress snickered. Beau gritted his teeth, sighed, and said, "Send them to me and I'll sign them when I get the chance." Fress said, "See to it that you do. We can't all do whatever we want like you, with no care in the world." Beau said, "Okay." Fress said, "I'm glad you're taking this so nonchalantly. This is why you'll never be a top business man, because when it comes down to it, you can never focus and get the job done." Beau said, "Look Fress I'm not going back and forth w

Marigold entered the kitchen, looking down and smiling to herself. She looked up seeing Angela, Nathaniel, and Carls standing in the kitchen, the cake sitting on the island and a cake knife sitting next to the cake. Angela looked at Marigold and said, "Marigold, we were just talking about you." Marigold walked over to Angela, saying, "Talking about me? What were you guys about?" Angela grabbed Marigold's hands, saying, "How talented you are. I mean, you are full of surprises." Carls said, "Your voice sounds like a beautiful bell, Miss Marigold,"Nathaniel added, saying, "You can paint, you can sing, you truly are a very talented woman. I see why my boy is in love with you. You truly are an amazing young woman." Marigold's face turned red, as she looked down, saying, "T-Thank you, but I-I'm nothing special." Angela said, "Why Marigold Bax, that is utter nonsense." Carls said, "You are very special, Miss Marigold,"Nathianel added, saying, "A woman with talent like yours should put it to

Early in the morning Marigold stood in the kitchen wearing a wrap style shirt that had long puffy sleeves and was beige pink colored. She also wore blue skinny jeans, and t-bar style heels. She had her long hazel brown hair up in a high messy bun and wore 14k, rose gold, hoop earrings. She put a plate that had chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, and sausage on it on a metal tray next to a small cup of syrup. She went through the cabinets in the kitchen, found a tall glass, poured some orange juice, and put it on the tray. Carls walked into the kitchen seeing Marigold preparing a tray and said, "Miss Marigold you're up early." She looked at Carls, smiled, and said, "Yes, I wanted to make breakfast for Beau." Carls said, "Well it smells delicious, Miss Marigold. Master Beau is going to love it." She said, "Thanks Carls," stood in front of him, her back facing the doorway of the kitchen, and said, "Now how do I look?" He smiled and said, "You look beautiful Miss Marigold." She said, "Beaut

Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding Marigold was awakened by the sounds of her cell phone going off. She slowly opened her eyes and began rubbing them. Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding She listened as her phone continued to go off. She mumbled, "Why is my phone going off," as she reached for her phone that sat on her bedside table. She looked at the time, seeing that it was 4am, and thought, 'Why is my phone going off this early in the morning?' She unlocked her phone and saw notifications from the art websites she posted on. She gasped as she opened one of the notifications to one of the websites, seeing that her painting was sold for 500$. Her eyes widened as she smiled from ear to ear. She jumped out of bed and she began screeching from excitement. She continued to look through the rest of her notifications, seeing that they were commissions for more painting. She thought, '10 commissions and they're all 250 and above, I've got to get painting right away.' She ran out of her room, went to the art

9 Hours LaterKnock, knock, knock, knock The knocking at Marigold's door woke her up from her deep sleep. She cracked her eyes open, slowly awakening. She laid in her bed feeling her body feeling heavy, hot, and weak. Knock, knock, knock, knock She continued to hear knocking at the door but ignored it, as she closed her eyes, feeling her stomach begin to turn sour.She heard Carls say, "Miss Marigold can I come in," but ignored him, feeling pain in her stomach. Knock, knock, knock, knockCarls continued to knock at the door, saying, "Miss Marigold it's time to wake up, you're going to miss your flight." With all the strength she had, she opened her eyes, and mumbled, "Come in." Carls entered the room holding a silver tray in his hands. On the tray there was french toast on a plate, bacon on a saucer, fork and a knife that sat on top of a napkin next to the plate, and a tall glass of orange juice. He said, "Good morning Miss Marigold, did you sleep well?" She cracked her eyes, lo