Novels by &Inonablement

It felt good to be back in my traditional clothes, it's like realizing you're thirsty just by drinking water.However, I felt anxiety tightening my heart because I had the impression that it was my future that was at stake.I no longer wanted to live in the modern world...I want to find my meadows...my fields...simplicity...but I also did this for something else.For an even greater cause.It doesn't matter if I feel caught between two fires, As he said, I must know how to stay strong and adapt if I want to live up to my promise.And I will be.Strong.I do not have a choice.I now have to lie, pretend, play with people even if I don't want these sins.I will do it.He said it's the only way.The only path to success and truth.And now that path goes through this Amish community in Ohio.1 month since I sent an integration request letter and I ended up thinking that they wouldn't give me a chance....because in my letter I didn't specify my last name.. .nor which community I am a membe

Mom is so beautiful.I really liked her black eyes like mine... However, I found that her eyes were more special, more magical while mine were rather blah blah!But what I really loved most of all! Even over the nukachus I got for Christmas it's her hair...I really liked the touches or the feeling of it, it was like the sun... I really liked it when my fingers slipped through her hair which was so long... really.According to the competition, my mother is the prettiest of all my classmates' mothers. Evan is jealous.I'm super happy, I'm finally number 1 ahead of him...It must be said that he has rich parents and he is always well dressed and everyone wants to be his friend.Not me, he's what mom calls haughty, I don't really know how to define that word, but I know it's not pretty pretty, it's not nice either..Evan is always first and I always second.But thanks to my mom I'm finally first!Mom is my north star!Evan sulks while looking at me nastily, I give him a proud smile while

I had been standing in front of the large mahogany door that hid behind the housekeeper's desk for quite a while. Going over in my head what I was going to say so I could get to what I really wanted. Because since this morning, after going to serve him and his friends in his room and feeling his gaze examining me closely at the slightest of my movements, I knew that I could not endure this attention without feeling ashamed. and flattered.This distracts me and takes me away from my goals and above all I have the impression that his dark gaze can pierce the slightest of my secrets, expose me and reveal my many secrets...this will not necessarily be a good idea .Finally, feeling a little ready, I took a deep breath Then knocked three discreet knocks on the door.- Yes, come in! A muffled voice responded.Delicately, I turned the door handle and slipped halfway through the opening.- Hello lady Légarah...She raised her head from the piles of documents she was consulting. A smile lit up

- Yes hello?- Hello? Good evening Mr. Tagger, I am Mr. Wards, the former lawyer of your late mother Gabrielle Espina.At these words I stood up from my seatOn alert.- Why are you calling me?- Can you come to my office? Today if possible, it is very important...My heart speeds up,- It's about your mother, I'll send you the address.- I'm coming!An hour and a half later, I was in the waiting hall pacing, wondering why this lawyer needed me.- Mr. Tagger? The assistant gave me her best seductive look while calling out to me. The Master is waiting for you in his office.Without paying him a second's attention, I stormed into the room.A man in his fifties, with a big paunch and short stature, stood up at the same moment.- Good evening Mr. Tagger, Sorry for planning a meeting so quickly.He holds out his hand to me which I squeeze with all my strength, he holds back a grimace when I let go.- Sit down. He shows me one of the armchairs.I slumped there without any fuss and looked in

Usually, as soon as I had a mop, a bucket and some dishcloths in my hands, I was the happiest housewife. Yet this afternoon, I couldn't concentrate on the pedestal table whose columns I was scrubbing with my cloth soaked in vitrex.No, I was constantly on edge begging God, while glancing worriedly around the hallway, to finish my chores in the suite before he and his friends came to wake up from their drunkenness.All I long for is peace.And this afternoon I will argue with Lady Légarah to no longer be in charge of the top floor, may the lord be my witness!!Yesterday, after leaving the suite, I looked so out of sorts that the housekeeper gave me free rein to serve.I quickly jumped at the opportunity to go out and headed to a park where I could get some fresh air and find my place in nature.I sat on the slightly unkempt grass, not recovering from this masterstroke which was sent right in my face by destiny.I was so shocked by this chance encounter that I stood frozen, staring and

- Sky all I'm telling you is that you can't make decisions like that without even informing your agent..... "that's me!".. first! I didn't act professional at all last night by postponing the meeting with the producers until today, 15 minutes before it was due! just because Mr. Tagger decided to renovate his house! Like that! On a whim!My agent raised his arms to the sky in a way that was intended to be theatrical.- Carlysle, aren't you tired of it? I moan. Because I do!I got up from the couch where I was dozing after the producers left before he came to knock me out.I opened my phone and typed a message to Saskya."I'm coming to your house" then I went out, slamming the door after grabbing my glasses, my jacket and my wallet placed prominently on the table near the door.-Sky! Come back here all...And wham! I slammed the door after myself.-He looks like my father. I grumbled as I put on my leather jacket and my glasses. Everything must always be set to a Clock for him... And Go

The common room of the RIP'S mansion clashed perfectly with the typical profile of a biker. Although crowded I could easily judge that the decoration was a medieval mix sprinkled with a little Gothic touch enough to put you in the dark and sensual atmosphere of it.For a moment I stood frozen in front of the door, scanning the entire room.Contrary to what I expected, we did not play rock music but rather a mixture of sensual jazz which gives a thrill of wanting to undress and move languidly to the rhythm of it. Without self-esteem.There were hundreds of people, most of whom were wearing the cult black leather biker jackets... scattered all over the room, the atmosphere was warm.After all, today was Terrion's birthday, the RIP'S champion.I was jostled by a sheep who, despite her obvious state of intoxication, couldn't help but laugh at the fact that I was obviously the best dressed girl in the room.Returning from my trance, I grabbed a half-empty glass that was lying around and sw

That night. Again I looked at myself in the mirror. And I smile. 6 months ago, I was crying in front of a mirror like this, feeling sorry for myself...cameo, dirty and without dignity. 6 months earlier, I was a rag whom Melz took pity on due to her boxing talent alone. 6 months earlier, I didn't know what tomorrow would be like and I didn't really care. And I ended up forgetting something important about myself. I forgot that... I am smart... I fixed my ponytail and inspected myself carefully. The perfect image that I want to give. A young girl who has gone wrong, still innocent but motivated and brazen. I was dressed in a white dress with a flared bottom and a bare back. Which contributed to my appearance as a girl who had nothing to do there. I put on boxing shoes and bandaged my hands to confuse the first impression I wanted to give. I only put makeup on my eyes to give

Melz who takes me to the toilet. Melz who locks us in a cabin. Melz who starts kissing my neck. Melz taking off my shirt and t-shirt. Melz grabbing my breasts. Melz who kiss them. Melz squeezing my buttocks in his hands. I think that's it. It's time to simulate... I mobilize all my acting talent to moan... Melz which hardens even more... I rolled my eyes. A little thing makes guys hard. Unable to tell fact from fiction with girls! But did I have a choice? I had to accept that he fucked me.... Because it's the only way for me. The only way I have at the moment that helps me avoid falling into drugs. The lack of it drives me crazy and the absence of pleasure during fucking allows me to use up my excess energy and adrenaline to resist. Resist one more day, one more minute! one more hour....that's the daily battle I face against my addiction. To my loss, because yes! If I go back to drugs... I will never be able to go back there again....to return there..... Which I re

What Melz preferred most of all was when he went clubbing.it was waiting in line.Of course, he didn't have to at all. After all, he knew almost every bouncer and doorman in town.But staying in a long line full of people eager to have fun but who have to wait - while freezing - for the VIPs to come in and for the crowd to progress (slowly) conclusion the best way to pass the time is to chat with those we have on hand.And that's where it got interesting.people lose all restraint and start talking indiscriminately.....and at a distance we find ourselves crossing the entrance to the club, time passing, it was like listening to the morning news on the radio.And that evening was no exception to the routine.-In any case, I still can't believe that Lucille lost another fight...and by the way made me lose $1000 in bets.-Haha it wasn't his season it seems.-Don't you think that since the girl from last time knocked him out...the newbie who looks like a kid, she has softened a little?-Y

3 months had passed.3 months since my first fight.And it always leaves me with this foggy feeling that makes me think it wasn't quite me.That the girl who knocked out the blonde whose stage name is Blondie. Isn't really me.That evening, rage and despair awakened something in me......and I still can't put an idea to it.I’m still exploring what that was.In 3 months, I started to make myself known. I even had a title in the industry. “The kid who plays in the big leagues”I think it described my situation well since I'm not yet an adult and I'm the youngest boxer in the Women's League.But Melz, this eternal dissatisfied person is not of this opinion, he wants to make me a real Destroyer....and doesn't want me to be known only in inter-girl fights....No, he wants it total.-In 3 months, I am one of the top 20 best female boxers! I scream.-Ah Why do you think it’s an achievement? He retorts sarcastically, For Darko you're just a girl who hits even better than the other girls. As lo

The days that followed passed like a foggy, haggard dream.I contacted Melz the next day to find out when I could start training, thinking that he would be the one to find me a place to train. But his sharp and clear response (Damn it's your job, I'm not your manager) ends up making me understand one thing.I'll have to fend for myself!And this is how, in addition to being a cameo, a fighter and a thief....I also became an expert in infiltration because every evening when the boxing club closed where I trained before I I slipped through the alcove that Sting never thought to close to drag me away.After all, Saheel is such a cozy little town that people never really think about locking up.But hey, he's an intelligent guy and I wonder how he understood but when I came back I found his key ring clearly visible on the table which lined the entrance.I understood his recommendation. He wanted me to be properly equipped for these trainin