Novels by NeaNea

It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.Stone with dark stuttrs, white pillars, bright-green trees and lush, red bushes. Graceland Mansion was eerything I'd imagined, and more. And that wa just the outside.It had taken us longer to get here than we'd initially thought. Trying to plan around John's school schedule, and dealing with the rapid growth of Three Sister's Catering when we added elegant children's parties and landed one of our biggest clients to date, had made it difficult.But now, six months later, we were finally in Memphis, and I wa currently trying to teach Amora about the wonder that is Elvis."He's the King of Rock 'n' Roll for a reason," I was explaining as we walked to the Meditation Garden. "He still holds the record for the most Top 40 hits, he was in 31 movies, made over 150 albums and singles, and has been inducted into 5 halls of fame.""You should totally work here," Amora said in between licks of her hand-dipped ice

Another Monday, another workday, another day where I was just passing through life. Not really living it, instead floating from minute to minute, waiting for the day to end.I'd been in such a funk that I was starting to get on my own nerves, and as I walked through my classroom, making sure my students were focused on their own quizzes and not peeking at anyone else's, I vowed to sort my shit out that evening.Maybe I'll ask the guys to go out for a drink.As if I'd conjured him, I saw Wy's face pop up in my window to my door. I held up a finger to indicate I couldn't talk not, but would get back to him later. Raqther than nod in response as usual, he got this big goofy grin, gave me two thumbs up, and pushed my door open.What the ...?I stopped in the middle of my room when Renee' stepped through the door he's just opened, a piece of loose-leaf paper clutched in her hands.I drank in the sight of her and like a man drowning. THe soft bill

I was going through the motions.I’ve been working on auto pilot since John walked out of my apartment. Waking up, shower, shuffle downstairs, cook, bake, clean, sleep, repeat. Luckily, we were full staffed and Claire has become my right hand, so we hadn't missed any deadlines, and when I made chicken and dumplings instead of chicken pot pie, Claire had fixed things in time for the event.Susanne had come to me only second after John left, saying her twin vibes had been tingling and she’s known that I needed her. Soon after, Jennifer had shown up, and the two of them have been my shadows ever since. Even going so far as to sleep in my apartment each night.I felt heartbreak when my dad left, but nothing like what I feeling with the absence of John in my life. Never pain so acute. And the worse part was that I knew I'd caused John the same amount of pain. Even if I felt like I was doing it for the right reasons, I still hated the thought of him hurtin

ZombieThat was my new persona...a dead man walking.I have never, not when I was a teenager, not when my wife said that she was leaving, felt the way that I did when Renee' said my love wasn’t enough.Suddenly the literatureI taught, the poems I'd read, the songs I heard on the radio, all took all new meanings. Hurtful, heartbreaking, painful meaning.I’m not sure how I drove home, made it through the night and the rest of the week. I know I'd gone to work, because I had papers to grade, and I knew I'd taken care of Amora. Helped her with her homework, made her meals...although I couldn’t eat. I didn’t have the appetite for it. And I knew I hadn’t slept.No, I'd spent the last four nights, staring at the ceiling, fighting the urge to call her and beg her to change her mind, my time with Renee' playing on a loop like some awful romantic comedy.The first time I saw her walk out of the kitchen, the day I

"What do you mean?" John asked, his face conveying his confusion.I looked pointedly from him and Amora and whispered, "Now is not the time..."John looked down and his daughter, who was watching me with a shocked expression and then brought his gaze back to mine and stated "I’ll be back."I watch numbly as he grasped Amora, and started walking her way from my door and down the hall. I noticed Amora still watching me as I quietly shut the door, crossed to my chaise, and resumed the position I have been in.FetalSobs irrupt again, as decades-old sorrow filled me, compounded by the fresh pain I was feeling now.It felt like only moments before rapid knocking sounds sounded at the door, like gunfire at to my heart, and I rose, my stomach sinking at the thought of what I was about to do.What I had to do...I open the door without looking without waiting to acknowledge who was there and spent on my he

There was a war of emotions happening within me. A fight between annoyance and relief.It was annoying that Kayla had re-entered my life only to gather her things, but a total relief that she wasn't contesting the divorce and it was still going through on schedule. I needed that part of my life to be in the past, needed to move forward, needed to be able to focus on the fall with Renee'.So. I was cruising down Main Street, feeling pretty good, even if I did have another meeting with Kayla looming.I pulled up to the curb in front of Three Sisters and was hopping out of the truck, eager to get back inside and see my girls, when Renee' came rushing around from the back of the building, crying and visibly shaking as she called out for Amora.My heart leapt out of my chest as fear coursed through me."Renee'!" I shouted, jogging over to her on the sidewalk.Her head was turning quickly from side to side as she searched the street, and she

"Hey, Axel? I call out for him as I come out of the bedroom.I just finished unpacking the last of my stuff, and I know he said he was going to start a fire and burn the trash and boxes. But I think he's worried, if he keeps the boxes around , I might try to pack them up again."Kitchen," he calls back.I pull the flattened box with the others by the door and walk straight to him. He wraps an arm around my shoulder as he finishes the sandwiches he's making for lunch."I'm done unpacking," I tell him.He stops and looks at me."You unpacked the books in the spare bedroom?""Yes, and my winter clothes in the closet, too. I put away my formal dresses as well though I'm not sure why I brought them.It's been three days, since we went to Summersville to get my stuff, and the moment we got home, Axel helped me organize where everthing would go. My winter clothes, formal clothes books and photoes all of it so I didn't have an excuse to not unpack anything.Since I packed everything in a rush

.Today, we are on the road to Summersville. We're going to get Sydney's stuff, and I'm grateful her ex won't be there, as I want this to ne as easy for her as possible. We got up early and had breakfast in town, before heading out. After breakfast, Sydney hesitated getting in the truck, and when I ask why, she said she wanted to stare at the view for a bit. So, we leaned against my truck and I held her in my arms, as we stared down Main Street at the mountain we call home. It was a great start to the day. I haven't been to Summersville in years, not since before my parents died. I'm not looking forward to my trip to one of West Virginia's largest cities. Cities in general, set me on edge, but I do anything for my girl, and that includes vistiting Summersville. Hell, I know I'd move here, if it meant I got to keep her. It's like she knows how I feel about cities without me even saying it, because aas soon as we hit the city limits, she scoots even

The door opens and Detective Greer steps in."Ms. Owens, you are free to go," he holds the door for me."And Axel?" I ask."He'll onl be a few more minutes. I suggest you decide, if you will be pressing charges, before you leave, while we still have Stephen here at the station," he says.I nod and follow him out past rows of desks. Only a few officers look up at me, and each one of their stares make me uncomfortable, but I'm not sure why. We walk to the front of the building and through a gate to the waiting area.On the other side of the room, I find Stephen and his dad arguing. Well, more like his dad going off on him. THey don't see me, so I take a few steps closer to hear what's being said. Yes, it's being noisy, but I want to know if they heard what I had to say."What the hell is wrong with you, Stephen? Cheating? I know I taught you better than that. If you wanted to break up, you know we would have helped her out, but stringing her on like that is wrong.""I know dad.""No, yo

My skin is crawling being away from Sydney. THough, I know why they're keeping us apart, but that doesn't mean I'm okay with it. I don't know if she's comfortable, or if she's scared. The thought of her being fearful makes me want to rip down the door and go search for her, but I know that won't look good for either of us.Just as I take a deep breath, a cop walks in. Apparently, they had to find the largest guy they have and while this guy is much bigger than the two that brought me in, he still smaller than me.He stops at the door and sizes me up, like he didn't expect me to be so big."How's Sydney? Is she okay?" I ask."She's fine, Mr. Ingleson. I'm Detective Greer," he says, sitting down.We spend the next twenty minutes ot so going over how Sydney found me, the storm and using being trapped in the cabin. I tell about Stephen showing up, our trip to town, and to the cops showing up on our doorstep today."Any idea why Mr. Wyatt w

As I sit in the bare room with nothing but a chair and tabe, I look around, finding a camera in the corner that I smile sweetly into. THe row of mirrors across from me I know is one way, and I wonder who is on the other side. Will Stephen be watching this? I knd of hope he does. Whe n I parked, I saw his dad's car in the parking lot, so I hope his dad is back there as well. I wonder where Axel is. I had a feeling they would kee us apart, and as much as my skin is crawling at the separation, I know he's just as bad. THey leave me sitting for a good twenty minutes, before a uniformed officer walks in. He's large, larger than most men I've seen, but still not as big as Axel. Ms. Owens. I'm Detective Greer," he says in a way of a greeting. I nod to the mirrors in front of me. "Stephen and his dad watching?" I ask. He doesn't say anything, but the look in his eyes tells me they are. "Good, let them finally here the truth. I can't wa

I start working on my jerkey the day after we go hunting. We'll be going into town soon to place an order for the things Sydney needs to make her lights. She has been talking about the different designs she wants to try, and I'm excited for her. Also, we have to make plans to get her stuff. I'd like to do that soon, so we can be done with her ex and pretend he never existed. Forget that his name got to touch my Little One. Because when I remember, I want to beat him to a pulp. I look over at her in the living room. She's laying on the couch reading and looking peaceful. I know the orgasms I gave her this morning down at the river are part of the reason, but I know the other part is just being here. My serene moment is gone the moment the front porch creeks. I don't even get out of the kitchen, before someone is pounding on the front door. "Police, open up!" they yell. Sydney looks at me with fear in her eyes, and I vow whoever caused that will