BFJ
BFJ's Books(3)
Cold And Inhuman
Romance "You whore!" A masculine voice.
"You philanderer!" A feminine voice with a very different accent.
"You're a silly piece of woman! I don't know the reason why I fucking married you. You bundle of bad luck!" He bellowed.
"Oh yeah?, You're a poor excuse for a man. My only mistake is that it took me till, after sprouting *I do* to realize that I'm marrying my fellow woman.! Following him all the way from Italy to Nigeria!"She smirked and spit on the floor. Her english accent a little different than usual.
"I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman who shot out of the seat to grab the nearest weapon but the man was faster, he grabbed her and started beating her up like his personal punching bag.
The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine. The twelve-year-old boy with dark curly hair and deep blue eyes, didn't know what to do, he was filled with terror, tears spilled from his eyes.
Somehow, he's getting the feeling that today's gonna stand out from every other day.
He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also.
No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Or say so many bad things about him.
Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day.
His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead.
"Gia." His dad paused mid-beating.
No answer.
"Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten.
Not even a blink of her deep blue eyes.
Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention.
"Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. He stared at his deep blue frightened eyes.....his mother's eyes.
"Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice.
The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, tilt his head, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......"
The siren rang outside. The police men had arrived and the little boy already knew that it's the neighbors that called them as usual to arrest his parents for disturbing the public.
"OH no, no, no. Holy shit!" His dad's eyes filled with panic as he tried to bundle his mom's lifeless body and hide her under the dinning table, but it was too late. The police entered the house.
He watched as the policemen pointed their guns on his father. He watched as his father raised his hands in surrender. He watched as they took his father away.
He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him.
Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him.
Something died in that little boy that day.
Replaced with bitterness. The Occurence Of The Blue Moon
Werewolf You whore!" A masculine voice.
"You philanderer!" A feminine voice with a very different accent.
"You're a silly piece of woman! I don't know the reason why I fucking married you. You bundle of bad luck!" He bellowed.
"Oh yeah?, You're a poor excuse for a man. My only mistake is that it took me till, after sprouting *I do* to realize that I'm marrying my fellow woman.! Following him all the way from Italy to Nigeria!"She smirked and spit on the floor. Her english accent a little different than usual.
"I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman who shot out of the seat to grab the nearest weapon but the man was faster, he grabbed her and started beating her up like his personal punching bag.
The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine. The twelve-year-old boy with dark curly hair and deep blue eyes, didn't know what to do, he was filled with terror, tears spilled from his eyes.
Somehow, he's getting the feeling that today's gonna stand out from every other day.
He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also.
No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Or say so many bad things about him.
Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day.
His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead.
"Gia." His dad paused mid-beating.
No answer.
"Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten.
Not even a blink of her deep blue eyes.
Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention.
"Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. He stared at his deep blue frightened eyes.....his mother's eyes.
"Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice.
The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, tilt his head, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......"
The siren rang outside. The police men had arrived and the little boy already knew that it's the neighbors that called them as usual to arrest his parents for disturbing the public.
"OH no, no, no. Holy shit!" His dad's eyes filled with panic as he tried to bundle his mom's lifeless body and hide her under the dinning table, but it was too late. The police entered the house.
He watched as the policemen pointed their guns on his father. He watched as his father raised his hands in surrender. He watched as they took his father away.
He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him.
Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him.
Something died in that little boy that day.
Replaced with bitterness. BLOOD LIVES HERE
Young Adult She is so scared of life itself, people call her a weirdo, she’s sick; she’s epileptic, she doesn’t even have a friend as everybody seem to be against her.
The only place she finds solace is in a story she writes, she loves it because that is where she finds control, the only thing that obeys her command anytime, any day.
Then out of the blues, her story begins to haunt her. She could be hallucinating, but it seemed so real.
The worst part is that every of the characters in her story want her to themselves, they are powerful, mysterious, wealthy, strong, connected and blood thirsty.
Lurking in the darkness was her fears, and out of it came the most hideous of all her characters. Looking her straight in the eye he said, ”welcome to our world, BLOOD LIVES HERE!”...
You don’t wanna miss this action/crime thriller… Silence, Suspense, Love, Guilt, Betrayal, BLOOD… You might like
Stuck With The Bikers.
JUMMY CHRIS WRITES
Good girls and bikers don't mix, just like oil and water don't mix.
Nothing similar, nothing in common, just two different worlds and personalities. But what if they cross paths and end up having an inexplicable and perfect chemistry?
Carl and Adrian are the two most popular bikers and rivals in college, each with a unique personality.
Amanda is a medical student-intelligent, introverted, and a bit of a nerd.
One night at a club, Amanda, in her drunken state, kissed Carl and accidentally broke his phone. To make amends, Carl asks her to work at his motorcycle club to cover the repair costs. What happens when Carl, who has always been distant and uninterested in women, finds himself falling for her?
Adrian placed a bet with his friend to win her heart and ditch her at the end but what happens when he starts getting infatuated with her?
Watch how a nerdy Amanda draws the attention of two rugged famous bikers who are rivals in college.
She discovers some secrets in her entanglement with them and learns about her past, but when she crosses paths with new enemies as a result of being with the bikers, will she end it all or endure the hardships just to be with them?
In this gripping tale of love, betrayal, and redemption, Amanda navigates a treacherous path where the stakes are high and the price of forgiveness may be their very survival...
The nanny's summer
irene lamai Joy, a young girl who longs for love and a stable home life, is at odds with her father and resentful of her new nanny. Beatrice, a kind-hearted university student seeking a summer job, steps in to care for Joy and brings a ray of hope to their household. But when Joy's estranged mother returns and Beatrice finds herself caught in a love triangle with George, Joy's father, and his best friend Joel, tensions rise and relationships are put to the test. As the secrets and betrayals come to light, Beatrice must decide if she can forgive and move forward, or if it's time to leave the past behind. "The Nanny's Summer" is a heartwarming story of family, love, and the power of forgiveness.
Arrest Me, My Love
TheUnluckyMe19 Love is what keeps us continue living and fight the suffering, anger, and futility that rules this world. Is about trust, and many more to mention. One word but it can make you feel different emotions. It's also about sacrifice if you don't sacrifice it can't be called love if you're not hurt you don't love. With every wrong decision you make, there is an affiliate waiting for you.
This novel is about love and surrender or sacrifice and revenge, one wrong decision can ruin everything, many definitions of love but only one is sure love is so powerful. Do I have to choose, justice in the death of my parent? Or the person I love the most, the person who made me feel the true meaning of love, the person who made my heart beat so darn fast? Which of the two is the right decision? Is "Love." Enough to set him free? Will you choose him to blind you from the truth just to save the person you love? Or will you choose to be imprisoned him to remove the conscience that is building in your heart?
I also didn't know why it seems like I was trapped in the shadows of reality.
If you think imprisoning me will calm you down then Arrest Me, My Love.