TrishaP:
Interesting.. Thronekid, I'm sorry that im just commenting on the thread . You're really a wonderful writer.

Follwing. .

Thank you, ma.
Without you, no Thronekid.

And to everyone, I'm quite sorry. We all know how arduos it is to take up a half-completed project.
It certainly isn't the easiest thing to do. I'm still going through that phase.
I hope to get over very anon. Really.
Benignly bear with me.

First, it was a phone problem, and now........
Seriously, this is heartbreaking
But anyways, I'm still following tho'

kitchirpy:
First, it was a phone problem, and now........
Seriously, this is heartbreaking
But anyways, I'm still following tho'

I'm sorry, ma. Maybe you would get the feeling someday.

Thanks for following, still.

thronekid:
I'm sorry, ma. Maybe you would get the feeling someday.
Thanks for following, still.

Mmmmn.......
Still following sha



#TEAM SCENT

adeh39:




Mmmmn.......

Still following sha




#TEAM SCENT

Thank you, ma.

thronekid:

I'm sorry, ma. Maybe you would get the feeling someday.

Thanks for following, still.

You bet?
Mine is worse Y'know, I lost interest on the two stories I was writing then at the same time, so, I understand perfectly.
I know you would have gotten inspiration for another story, hence you think this one is not interesting, hey, forget that voice and get back, even if it takes weeks or probably months.

Thronekid, I am very late, but I assure you that I will create time to read this wonderful piece. Good evening everyone, hope I can still get a seat?

TiffanyJ:
Thronekid, I am very late, but I assure you that I will create time to read this wonderful piece. Good evening everyone, hope I can still get a seat?

nooooo!!!

TiffanyJ:
Thronekid, I am very late, but I assure you that I will create time to read this wonderful piece. Good evening everyone, hope I can still get a seat?

Ma, you call it a wonderful piece without reading it yet. That's amusing, ma.
I hope you do and dilineate where I could emend, ma.

Queening:
nooooo!!!

Egregious!

thronekid:

Egregious!

it z nt dat bad na...if she sits here she won't want 2 go back to deceitful couple

Queening:
it z nt dat bad na...if she sits here she won't want 2 go back to deceitful couple

Of course, she will, ma'am.

9i

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Jolade unpursed her almost heavy eyelids gingerly and painstakingly. Her perceiving sense was welcomed almost immediately and imminently by an antiseptic smell a hazy place in her slightly damp memory was peculiar for. She held a bated breath and her eyes took in all. The light blue gown donned on her exhaled safron. She inhaled. She loved that smell. She was almost alright bar the dim ache that tugged at her nape. The walls seemed sky blue. The roof reeked of brilliant white emulsion paint. A fluorescent bulb stood proudly above where she lied - though it wasn't duty-abiding then. As she canvassed the cavalier clock ticking all day the memories came flooding. She knew what got her there. She realized where she was. She couldn't cry. Afterall she was safe. And a little smile, ready to flutter, dangled in a corner of her lips - until realization hit her. Her head expanded, she felt. And her eye balls hallucinated. He was gone. Paul was really gone. Anabele would still remain happy. She would join her doting hubby, soon. While she would have to deal with the disappointment and flow that followed up a sudden but harsh cut-off. Her emotions convulsed in her. She felt she never would remain the same. What man could be him - could be Paul! And in a bid to wipe off the tears that threatened to spill an inundate over her seemingly pretty innocent face, she felt the sharp sting of something. She knew she was syringed. The intravenous chemotherapy fluid dripped in pity rather slowly than she felt she wanted. She felt the ache gnaw severely and she spilled it all. She let the tears stream freely, attempting not to heckle the balance the syringe was meant to induce. She closed her eyes sniffed in.

Cuppy. Cuppy. She felt a familiar sensation swing in her as a masculine hand- but not rough harsh- cupped her tears. The hand sure had it's effect- the ache was no longer tugging; her tear glands were sunning fast; her shattered emotions mended almost magically. She wondered if she had so quickly returned to Neverland. But even, she couldn't ask for it to come to a halt. It reminded her really hard about Paul. He had come to haunt her dreams.

A wet lip touched hers and electricity nozzled through her spine. It was a kiss. A kiss. Gingerly she opened her eyes to spot the invader. She was sure she no longer was in Neverland.
And then she gasped. Paul was there. He had cupped and wiped her tears. He had kissed her. Paul didn't react inanely. He was not going mad.
Was Paul alright at all?

An alluring smile wiggled through his lips. She saw he was really happy to see her back. She made to ask a question but couldn't- either because she decided against it or; words simply decided against her. She saw Paul wouldn't grant her that, though as his moist lips invaded hers. She responded. It was a slow sensual kiss. A slow emotional kiss.
Bubbles of joy collided in her as would Fairies when they come across a gorgon quantity of Pixie dust. She was the happiest woman on the Universe, then.
She wished the moment would never end.

---

Paul stuck his tongue deeper in Jolade's mouth and met no resistance. He was madly in love with her and he knew nothing again could ever alter it. She appeared in a different glowing light to him, then. He never thought she'd have done that much for Anabelle. It depicted clearly how pretty her heart was. Every feature of her face appeared glowingly different to him- like humpty dumpty in Puss in boots saw the world. Her eyes seemed pretty. Her face reeked of an angel-like brilliant light- to him. He marvelled how she had been able to preclude him from dilineating them, before then.

He was drunk and drowned in her charm. Her love enmashed him as a mare. He knew he was the happiest man on earth, then. He felt like a skinny teenager falling in love, anew. He couldn't ask for more.

Though reluctantly he excused his lips and pecked her forehead. He felt the sudden urge to get her home as beautiful as he could. He kissed her again.

"Don't you ever pull such a stunt on me again," he cajoled her. "You got me over-hyped."


"I'll get the doctor, now."

thronekid
thronekid Weldon ooo, waow grammar 2 plenty.

ayox1:
thronekid
thronekid Weldon ooo, waow grammar 2 plenty.

Thanks, sir. Without you, there is no Me.

Note: Benignly dilineate any part you couldn't fathom and I'll gladly explain.

An update, hopefully, will drop by midnight. Thanks for being here.

9ii

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Anabelle touched Timi's shoulder tenderly. "I'm sorry for the troubles, please," she said and leaned on the vehicle they had alighted from. "I know how you feel. Believe me, I do! You need your baby- she might be all you feel you want now and I know she is but the timing was just too bad," she cajoled. And in a seemingly moping and downcasted face, whispered, "you'll get her. She's yours."

"I know," Timi started in a cold voice. "And I'm giving you a week to sort things out," he finally twitched his face towards her from the vacant space he had been staring into almost all night, "I need my daughter soon!" he blurted out. "I know why I'm doing this.

"Oh, thanks, Timi. I...." Anabelle's joyous heart leaped her forward but her smile fell like water on a duck's backshed.
"I am leaving," Timi announced dryly. And walked away. "A week!"

Anabelle watched him walk briskly away. He flagged a Taxi and hopped in. "Finally!" she threw her hands flat up as if to depict her sense of frustration, and chewed on her lower lip. But as the taxi crawled away she suddenly was full of pity and couldn't help but mope for him. Timi was lost. His inner person was gone. That was definitely not the Timi she knew. She wished things hadn't happen that way.

"Allahu Akbar Llahu Akbar......," a melodious voice caught her from a close minaret. That was her cue it was Four P. M already. The sun had been shining mildly all day long. And the day surely had not donned out in the rosiest way. She hopped into her car and kicked.

As she drove the past swallowed her- she found herself trapped in her memories.
Life had definitely not been easy on Jolade, she knew. And she knew certainly, she was going through a lot. She couldn't find any hook to sink the blame down her neck for being so dicky and edgy after much mooting.

Her mind eased away from the past. What she did was not the easiest. Convincing Timi to accede she, Anabelle was his baby moma and Jolade had only been hypervenilating was definitely not unarduos. She had noticed how Paul turned after he got the news. He would not have taken it easy. She had to cajole Timi ernestly. Eenestly, before he did agree. She had detected some ulterior motives in Timi, but hey, she might have been hallucinating, she thought.
But that meant nothing.

What would mean a thing was she accepting responsibility for the child. She wasn't feeling bad for that, though. She, instead, felt great. She had made the right choice. Though she knew then it most probably would be the bone of an entirely new life, she was glad she did it.

What were sisters for?

She reminded her self of a distant Eighteen years ago when she and Jolade were best sisters. Jolade had come first in class. And she, fifth.
"Jolade, I can't come first like you. I can't." she still heard her mellow tiny voice in her head. Jolade had allayed her fears, "yes you can. See. I did, and you can, too." And she had done it. She, Anabelle had come second after Jolade, then.

But those were distant memories. The type every soul would always wish to retreive but would of course, count impossible. Some souls would have even firewalled such memories.

That was her sister, then. And whatever had always occured, she believed, it would be, they two.

"Ding. Ding," a ring prompted her out of her reverie. It was Daniel- she had almost forgotten he existed.

Hum, Teebashy, hope you can see this?

I seriously can only hope that all is fine, there. I've missed you too much. You've been incommunicado for months. No breaklights. No texts. No posts. Nothing. I'm worried, Dear.


Benign reply as soon as you can.

thronekid:
Hum, Teebashy, hope you can see this?

I seriously can only hope that all is fine, there. I've missed you too much. You've been incommunicado for months. No breaklights. No texts. No posts. Nothing. I'm worried, Dear.


Benign reply as soon as you can.

Hmmmmmmm, this is sweet of u dear
Am doing fyn just skul and exam tinz....but nw that am thru, u will c more of me
And I miss you too dearie
I just hope does gals are taking good care of u for me
Now that am back, I will come and continue their work

Teebashy:

Hmmmmmmm, this is sweet of u dear
Am doing fyn just skul and exam tinz....but nw that am thru, u will c more of me
And I miss you too dearie
I just hope does gals are taking good care of u for me
Now that am back, I will come and continue their work

Did you know the guy here is not a man for any lady?
That's degrading.

thronekid:

Did you know the guy here is not a man for any lady?
That's degrading.

Am sorry if u are offended

Teebashy:

Am sorry if u are offended

Of course, not.
Mail be your cell number.

Hmm.......Incredible!!
Blossomic should read this ASAP!!

Is Helenbee still on Nl?

Nimk:
did you see it

Benign mail me your cell number, ma'am.

An update drop tonight, I hope.

thronekid:
Is Helenbee still on Nl?

Os cof dearie

HelenBee:
Os cof dearie

Had to ask.

So how are you?

I could have dropped an update since, people.
I've been experiencing battery trouble.
Please. I might drop overnight.