Category: SHORT STORIES
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CHAPTER 4 | THE WEEKEND
‘Do you think it’s too soon? Wylder asked Luella for what felt like the millionth time, packing for the weekend getaway she planned and was now freaking out about because she was doing something out of character. Or was it? Considering they’d been seeing each other about three months now. Between Sebastian’s race schedule and…
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CHAPTER 3 | The Meet Cute
Sebastian saw her the second she walked into the club, she had on a slip dress, with a bomber jacket thrown over it casually, emblazoned with Minnie Mouse on the back. He’d been speaking with someone by the cloakroom when she walked in, and the second she walked past him, he could not remember who…
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CHAPTER 2 | ST CLARE, ST TROPEZ
Wylder met with Beatrice, the new hotel manager whom she’d hired after a rigorous interview process first with HR, then Daphne and finally her and her sisters. Fifty people applied for the job filtered down to four by the Human Resources team. Beatrice is old school, but charming, she came with two decades experience in…
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CHAPTER 1: WYLDE DREAM
The car rounds the curved driveway slowly, before coming to a stop in front of the hotel; her chauffeur, Mr Morgan, knows her so well, because he stops in alignment with the middle of the French doors at the entrance of the hotel. Perfectly. Wylder catches his little smile from the rearview mirror and gives…
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Advent Story- Bonus Chapter
Ife slept in, absolutely wrecked with exhaustion. She and Hendrix stayed in the ice cream parlour until the small hours, and they talked about everything, making many apologies and catching up on old times. They returned to the flat at 3am, her family and friends already spread across the other three bedrooms in the house.…
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Advent Story #25 | A Love For All Time
Ife walks into the ice cream parlour, she’d seen her friends sitting around the table by the window. She’s now bathed and changed into another cashmere set, and UGGs warm her feet and wards off the cold; she’ll needs all the comfort she can muster for this conversation. It is after all, twenty-two years and…
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Advent Story #24 | The Children, They Are All Ours
‘I’m sorry.’ Ife says to her children. Talking with Tristan wore her out, but it was talk that needed to be had. Talking to their children, however, is harder; they did not deserve what she put them through, any of it. She should not have laid her burdens at their feet in the way she…
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Advent Story #23 | & The Woman In Between
BANG! BANG! BANG! Ife jerks up in bed with a start, disoriented. BANG! BANG! BANG! ‘What the fuck?’ She rolls from one side of the bed to the other, hoping the unwanted caller would simply leave if she doesn’t answer. BANG! BANG! BANG! ‘Fuck.’ She gets out of bed, slips her feet into the UGGs…
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Advent Story #22 | Past, Present…
Hendrix and the children walk out into the arrival hall to be met by the chauffeur in Heathrow. Hendrix had gotten an emergency permission for his private jet to land in Heathrow because the flight was on such short notice. This reunion or what does it mean when you are going to meet the husband…