Novels by Ceez consilio

The next day,Zelda found herself pacing around the room, with her hands in twined around each other, she was late for her work, on her first day, and she couldn't just leave her daughters alone in the house, it would be dangerous, and she couldn't just go to work, it was purely work related- no kids involved."Mommy." Kayla jabbed her fingers together, quite looking bored, as she stared at the large screen TV, "Why don't you just hire a babysitter? That would be better."And, that was the problem, she couldn't afford a babysitter, normally, they charged a whopping sum of 15 bucks per hour, and men, she couldn't let that get to her paycheck.She sighed for a bit, before she released a sigh, "Can you guys stay home while mommy goes to work?" She was scared. Terrified that something bad would happen to her kids, she loved him, she couldn't afford anything happening to her sweet daughters."You can trust us Mommy." Layla said, walking towards her mother, before she throttled her hands fo

The next day,"Mommy, is this house for us?" Kayla ruffled her hair before slumping on the chair, her hands wavering in the air happily, her eyes searching for something, and she made a gentle gulp, "I can't believe we get to live this type of luxury, Layla."Zelda sighed, staring at the arranged clothes on the floor, countless boxes scattered around, now, she had to get to cleaning all those, and arranging them, when her manager had said that they would live in Manhattan street, she had been swept off. Manhattan street was the path that only celebrities lived on. It was the best.Zelda walked over to the window, before she propped the curtains aside gently, the gentle breeze of New York city greeted her, she enjoyed the warmth, and rubbed her cheeks. She stared at the huge living room that consisted of a rack of books, the huge couch that lined from the center of the room down to the end of the room.It was glorious, and for this first time in her life, Zelda was living this kind of

Zelda blinked- not once, but twice to clear the confusion in her brain, she leaned on the counter, wiping a flush of sweat away. "I don't get it."The manager stared at her, bewildered, "Zelda. You are getting promoted, and the best part is. chef. Don't you want that?" She had grown up in Brazil, taking everything gently with her twins.She walked back to the counter, before focusing her eyes on the steaming pot. "I will pass."The manager was surprised, surely, she hadn't seen anyone behave this strangely in mention of a promotion, "Are you sure? You get your own house, your own car. You even get to live on Manhattan street."Zelda snapped her eyelids back at her, if she accepted this offer, she would be bringing a whole new light for her kids. For her kids, she reminded herself. Just for herself.The manager clasped her hand together in joy, "I will arrange your visa to New York," She smiled heartily, "And for your kids."Zelda flashed a smile; one that showed how grateful she was

After seven years,Tiredly, Zelda bent a little, before she strapped the platter of cookies into the oven, before tamping it shut. She leaned against the counter, before strapping away her gloves. She wiped away the strand of sweat that flashed through her face,She gazed around the room, unusual, weird. It was quiet, her house was never quiet, but today was different, it was soothing to the ears."Mommy!" Grasp of breaths were heard upstairs, before a frail figure ran towards her, her tiny hands moving towards her face. Zelda leaned in, and the little girl squeezed her face gently, her face shining radiantly.Zelda sighed a bit, bending down a little, before she tucked her daughter's hair gently, she stroked her face, before muttering. "What is it, Layla?" She asks, her voice soothing as lemon.The little girl tried to grasp for breath, before inhaling the warm smell of cookies, it tensed her down a bit, and she sighed. "I am hungry, Mommy.""I know." Zelda pulled the little figure c

Brasil.8:58pm,For the first time in her life, the sky seemed to dangle more lonely in the sky. The fresh orange sky just a few hours ago was now turning dark, an epitome of a storm, and was soon going to be consumed with rain. A drop of rain fell onto Zelda's thick dark hair trickling down to the papers estranged in her arms. Just a few more steps, and she would face doom.Maybe it was rigged up, she tried to convince herself, and then she took another look at the paper. 'Pregnant.' It was definitely not rigged up.Earlier, She had brought a cheap five dollar pregnancy test, which proved positive, then, she thought. It was probably rigged, and maybe wasn't functioning, but now, she was holding the certain hospital test results from her pregnancy test, and it proved positive.She tried to think, holy goodness, how could she be pregnant? She was nearly in her final year of college, and now, she was pregnant, with no boyfriend, nagging parents who would probably throw her out once the