They were both in Marley's low profile Toyota RAV4 neither of them uttering a word. He found the silence irritating. He knew not what to say, or perhaps he did but knew not where to commence. Marley saw her delve into her purse for her phone. She must have gotten tired of staring out the window, Her fingers jabbed the phone screen before taking it onto her ears.
A frown etched her face giving him the impression that she must have fallen into voicemail.
She tried the number one more time, still, she fell into voicemail.
Marley eyed her and while doing so, curiosity got the best of his eyes. She had been trying to call a man--Mason as seen on the caller ID. He would've thought it was her brother if the name hadn't stroke a part of his memory.
It was a conversation he couldn't forget, though he was in the worst of conditions.
"Mason I don't know what to say, you hurt me so much that the scars will never heal."
The guy that nig
Her night has been restless. That explained why she was awake as early as four am. With a preoccupied mind, she did her morning routine and was ready to leave home earlier than usual. Zaphrina opened the door to suspended knuckles. Before her stood a girl of her age or so, her crimson ombre hair cascaded down her mid-back. Her oval, calm-pasted face revealed a soothing smile. The shade of her big orbs could put the ocean to shame. Zaphrina's gaze wandered south to see a belly bump protruding from the fitting sleeveless blouse she had on. Based on her assumptions, the young girl would be dancing between tweleve to fifteen weeks. Her hand owned a chubby little girl, judging from the feeble eyes and rosy cheeks, it was clear the little one hadn't had enough sleep. "Good morning," The girl said. "Good morning," Zaphrina reflected. "I'm sorry to disturb you at these early hours of the morning. I have an appointment with my obstetrician in about twe
Like a teenager. Yes, that was how he looked like. She loved the way his eyes glistened and every smile which graced his lips after she approved of both of them. It was an experience she wouldn't trade for anything in the world. It was barely eleven in the morning. Elijah drove her home. Even though she was completely swallowed up in her own thoughts, the bits of looks which Elijah stole of her from the rearview mirror didn't go unnoticed as it wasn't new to her in the first place; Earlier that day, her fellow comrades threw similar hefty looks at her- Anna, most especially. The petite's mouth wouldn't stop parting and shutting in an attempt to shoot endless bullets of questions. Was the emotional change so obvious? It'd been a while since she hadn't felt that way. Her lips broke into an oblivious smile. Her ride came to a stop with the chivalrous Elijah waving her goodbye. On stepping into the house, she was quickly welcom
Zaphrina straightened on her seat, tried as much as possible to not erupt her discomfort before him. So far, the night had rolled bump-free. But, Zaphrina knew too well that, just like the pros, the cons existed too. She had foreseen, thought, acquired, rehearsed yet, she felt as blank as a sheet of paper. As scared as a man in a lion's den and perplexed as a History student in further maths lectures. Truth is like a wound, it hurts but cures. Little Thomas Greene's words reflected before her, just like her image would do before a mirror. "I put them on, yes, strictly on special occasions," She didn't lie, so she thought. She returned to the glass of water she had almost choked on earlier, taking huge, throat breaking gulps this time, praying for it to choke her to the point of hospitalization, for she knew, she was drastically going to fall off cloud nine if the conversation wasn't diverted as soon as possible. Yes, cloud nine; She felt something special with Marley interiorly
Inspired by Calum Scott--You are the reason. The day had risen with Zaphrina's head throbbing like it was incessantly being hit with a sledgehammer. She reached the maid's quarters, where she heard faint giggles originating from the kitchen. She went over to the moderately sophisticated kitchen to see Leila and Neville already present; discussing on the tiny marbled kitchen counter over a cup of coffee and toasts—evidence of being late. Elijah picked her up forty-five minutes after she was all prepared for work which wasn't a habit she would've nurtured even with her car in the sickbed. "The young master instructed I pick you up at seven o'clock prompt." he had said. Seven o'clock on daily basis, was the time she was already seated at the granite kitchen island, staring at the coffee cup beneath the coffee machine as she impatiently waited for Neville to give her the green light whilst tapping her fingers on the island out of i
"Babe, we need to talk. Like right now," the lady, whose arms were crossed above her chest ordered. Zaphrina's gaze twitched to her minted green ones. The girl in person looked quite familiar to her. Yes, she could remember her, like it was just yesterday. Her ponytail glossy auburn barnet freely cascaded down her mid-back. The lass was dressed in a simple, fitting brown lacy dress above a pair of shiny black pumps. She was no doubt the lady who got lipstick and foundation smudges all over Marley's shirt that one and faithful day. Zaphrina's stare fluctuated from hers to Marley's who was already looking at her with a chain of justifications reflecting back at her. She gently shook her head in dismay as her weight vacated the bed. "Zaphrina, I want you to-" he began, rising from the bed too. "I'll be in my work unit, young master," She bowed. "I'll leave you two right away. Now, if you would excuse me." She rushed to the door, whe
"Why did you do that?" Marley quizzed, furiously stomping into the office where Louisa was still seated just the way he left her. Her head instantly snapped to the door and her mouth readied to utter a word just to be shut at the sight of a figure, which managed to look composed and classy regardless of a turmoil, scurrying behind him. "Louisa," She called, "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at school?" "Indeed Mum, but I had your information to report to him as you requested." Louisa sighted Marley from her peripheral vision as if communicating something to him. "Ok. I'll like you to reach Mrs. Huron's as soon as you're done with school, she's got an attic that requires remodeling. Two days maximum is all I can give you. You know who to reach for whatever's essential. Any negative feedback will drive you back there," she ordered. "You may leave us, your brother," she turned to him. "And I have serious matters on our platter to deal wit
Mason. Mason! Mason? Did that name have to jingle the 'Mason' bell she knew of? No. It couldn't be. There were many other Masons out there--dark skinned Masons to be specific. "God!" Zaphrina whispered in mental exhaustion. Louisa had left a couple of minutes ago in such a rush, if not, she would've done it. She would've gone ahead to question her about the origin of the Mason she was talking about. "Gracious Lord!" again, she whispered. Seems all her mouth could do was exclaim what her mind processed. "...be there in a bit," Marley's voice jiggled her back to reality like Christmas bells. "...sure," At the sight of her he smiled and stretched out his arm until he reached her and engulfed her waist. "...tell him I said not to do anything stupid when he sees her," his hairy hand began parading up her tummy but she was fast enough to ease off of him pretending to wipe off a stain on the counter. "See you
"I wanted to tell you..." she trailed, flicking her light brown orbs from one end to another. "...that I can't wait to meet your friends," she grinned. Marley scoffed, "Is that it? I mean, you sounded really baffled back there." "Nervous. I usually feel that way when I'm about meeting new people," she faintly smiled. "My friends are cool, you won't even feel like they're 'new people'." And so it was, Zaphrina met Kennedy Carter--who preferred she called him Ken-- and Joshua Fritz, the guy with the sexy smile who was hitting on the receptionist--who preferred she address him Josh. Josh introduced to her his girlfriend who wasn't the Audrey he was hitting on that day. She liked them; they were jovial. They made her feel like she'd known them for ages. Before the game begun, everyone was settled, fans had begun cheering even before the player's grand entry. "So...Zaphrina, the name, right?" Joshua addressed to her, despite the eardrum perforating screams, she managed to hear him.
Zag: Hey guys, so...as you can all read from the title, this is I, going to render the Woods a little visit. Hopefully they're all home...*knocks and waits* oh, someone's coming. Marley: Zag, what a surprise. Come on in. Zaph: *exiting the kitchen* Who's at-- Zag! How're you? Zag: I'm good, I'm good. So...are you guys busy or something? 'Cuz I'll really need forty minutes or so, of your time. Zaph: Oh, we ain't. Just finished with the kitchen. Zag: Great! As you both know, I wrote a book on you and eh, most of my readers requested an interview with you guys. Hope you cool with that? Marley: Sure. Zaph: Oh wow, are we already this popular? Zag: Ok, so, first question...from Lathi555. "Marley, what was your first impression of Zaphrina?" Marley: Oh! Well...Lioness. Yeah, I felt like she was ready to rip me limb from limb right at that lobby. Zaph: *grins* you were being such a jerk that's why. Zag:
Pls this is strictly for those who have no worries reading sex scenes. Contents here are explicit. "Finally put Ace to sleep?" Marley questioned his exhausted wife as she walked in and made her way to the vanity mirror. "After the night struggle? Yes, I did," she wiped off her makeup. "By the way, thanks for putting Beth back to sleep, don't know how I would've handled the situation without you." Marley set aside his laptop, walked to his wife and gently massaged her shoulders, "Anything for you, baby panda." he smirked at their reflection in the mirror and from the look on his wife's face, she seemed as excited as he was. "Kinky." "Am I?" Zaphrina smiled back as she quit the chair she earlier occupied, causing Marley to pull her waist to his bulging crotch. She dropped her head backward with a pleasurable moan and quiver. "...Or you just got a dirty mind." She said nothing else to him besides a moan sipping b
Inspired by Jacob Lee - I belong to you. The doors to the church finally broke open drowning away Marley's paranoia and anxiety; Earlier that morning he had been disturbingly antsy to see his bride that he had lost a wink of sleep all night. Josh, his best man urged him to do so to no avail--he just couldn't understand--while Ken simply promised to support him whenever his body decided to turn against him as side effect. Marley tried several times to steal a peek at his bride but her mum wouldn't let him, in fact, she warned him it was bad luck to do so. So, he had to bear with the suspense until now that she walked down the aisle of St. Martin's Cathedral looking enticingly gorgeous, Stunning, in her white tiny diamond glittering wedding robe. She took corresponding steps to the piano's melody with Neville's left arm engulfed in her right arm. A bead of sweat slid down his temple and Josh who was
"It is done like this," Mira said, taking the hand grinding machine from Zaphrina. "Tu vois?" you see? But Zaphrina only whimpered whilst touching her tummy in response. "What?...Mon Dieu!" she exclaimed, eyes wide at Zaphrina's wet legs. In a matter of minutes, in pains and cries, Zaphrina was rushed to the Buea Regional Hospital. ..••.. "It's Buea, somewhere...in Cameroon. Checkpoint if I'm not mistaken." "What are you saying?" Marley had decided to face his mum again after four months. The only reason he did so was because of peer pressure from siblings and his dad. Apparently, they told him she was dying and needed to set eyes on him but he only took that as an excuse for him to see the woman. To say he wasn't surprised that his mum hadn't recovered from the so-called stress would be an understatement. But he went anyway because he missed her. "You wished to know her whereabouts didn't you?"
inspired by Passenger- let her go. •You only know your lover when you let her go. And you let her go.• 'Are you offering me these contacts? I think you need them more than I do.' 'A sip won't kill now, will it? ' 'You really do have nice eyes. How often do you conceal them?' 'What if there's a link...what if...what she wanted was have a child with you?' 'A stripper...she's a stripper. She might utter one or two things which will ruin my reputation.' 'How much do you cherish your reputation?' 'I really have to tell you something...its urgent. I'm not just...Zaphrina.' 'There's nothing more between the stripper and me since that night.' 'What if you are that someone's special person?' 'Liza, wait!' 'No, I am sorry. Let me help you.' In came the thoughts, each with its events. How blind. Just how blind had he been? Liza had been on the tip of his nose all along. That day, Marley dedicated his body to his room, rereading the letter and comparing the thousand dollars check w
Somewhere in the depths of emptiness, he heard the beeping sounds of a machine, like those he usually heard in hospitals. Marley fought to ignore it to no success so he tried to open his eyes to decipher the origin of the nagging sound but it was almost impossible to break his lids open. "Look, his finger shook," he heard a soft female voice say. "Are you sure?" "I swear it did—there it goes again." "Right. Go call the doctor. Quick!" The voices to his ears were so distant yet, the words were figurable. Where was he? Marley in a second attempt to open his lids saw before him a surly sky of white. Then came an unbearable pulsing of his head. He grunted. The doctor, he presumed, rushed in and instantly patted random parts of his chest with his stethoscope. What I'm I doing here? With his eyes void of emotion and plastered to the ceiling, Marley struggled to shut down the incessant pulsing in order to reminisce the series of event which had led him to such an unpleasant atmosphe
She had finished packing her luggage in tears and hopes of Marley sticking to the rendezvous the next day. She then drove straight to the kitchen with an envelope in hand. To what extent can evil prevail? "I guess everything is ready?" her mum quizzed. "You're really sure you want to go ahead with this?" She twisted her mouth doubtfully, "Well, it depends." "Ah hah!" Kate exclaimed in confirmation. "What on if I may ask?" "Tomorrow's atmosphere after seven am: If he blooms acknowledgment and positive feedback then, I will stay but if not, I'm afraid I'll really have to leave the country." "I pray it's positive. I really don't want you to leave," Zaphrina smiled, "Here, I saved some money to sustain you while I'm gone." "You're being pessimistic." "You needed to see how much anger blazed in his being. I would be lying if I said I have high expectations of him showing up."
Chapter inspired by Janet Devlin (cover)-- Wicked games. It's been two days since his world had stopped spinning. Marley had refused to see the sun. Just two days ago, he was broken to the marrow, so close to death that even Lauren had noticed when he had come to see Louisa. The latter was his comfort during those times until she had decided to leave for the main residence the previous day. His wedding was due in two days and he had decided to go ahead with it as it pleased she who wished for it. It appeared her mind had been made up on deserting him for reasons he couldn't quite understand but thinking about it for past days: if she turned down his offer to give her ten times more money than his mum did, that should simply prove there were more reasons for her actions than just the money. And the reason no doubt was one his mum probably knew? Marley pressed hard on his temples. They hurt so much from brainstorming nonstop. He never thought he'll ever wish for something like
I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. Take me back to the night we met. Inspired by Lord Huron- the night we met. He hadn't gone as far as switching on his computer for the past three hours. He wanted to see no one--not even his best friends, receive no call be it from the most important of his clients or whoever despite the fact that he was slumped in his business site. Marley was delighted though not entirely: knowing Louisa was safe and sound and had finally made up her mind on forgetting the scoundrel who found pleasure in jumbling her heart with rocks, on the other hand, his heart burned whenever he thought about Zaphrina and the words she had mumbled to him. He sighed in frustration. Earlier that morning, he had tried calling her again yet no change, the act which almost had him smacking his new phone against the wall. Marley collected his coat from the back of his chair, prepared to depart; He was expecting Lauren home in less than four hours to see Lou