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Blinded by Love
Written by: By: Chyna S. ©2014
A real story that most women have been through...and very touching...
Have you ever been Blinded by Love? Well, shit, I know I have...Stay Tuned
and wait for the drop...2015...And by the way this book is dedicated to
Every Woman that has been in a Blinded by Love relationship / marriage
Brooklyn’s world turned upside down the day she found out she was
pregnant. For her it was bitter sweet; she was full of emotions and
stressed out at times, she felt as if she was in this cold world alone.
She found herself always digging herself out when she was in a hole. She
always wondered why life kept pushing her into a corner; no matter how
hard she tried, things always seemed to go left.
They say you not
supposed to question, however, that was hard for Brooklyn to do;
especially knowing she was a good person, and bad continued to come her
She knew she wasn’t the only one going through things; “But, damn, come on now. Why me?” she constantly asked.
She found herself asking, “Where did I go wrong? Is my faith continuing
to be tested? If so, why? I never gave up on you.” Referring to God.
Brooklyn had always kept her faith, and stood on her own two feet.
Nevertheless, still she wondered, “Damn, why me?”
She held all her
hurt and pain inside, covering it up with a smile, as if nothing was
wrong. While all the time, her feet was hurting and sore from walking
long miles and going through so much abuse and pain. She tried so hard
to keep going, make it to the top, and succeed trying not to give up.
She continued to pray, hands together, head bowed, and on her knees,
praying for all her hurt, pain, and struggles to go away.
had been on her own since the age of fifteen. That’s when she met and
fell in love with Terrence, Terrence Carter; her child father. At the
time, he was 18 years old. He was all she knew and all she had. She had
been with him for eleven years. He had her going through so many
emotional ups and downs after her being with him for so long.
the beginning, Terrence was the one. He was there for her; he took care
of her, loved her, and treated her better than anybody she had ever been
with− including family. He took care of everything, anything Brooklyn
wanted or needed; he made it happen. She didn’t have to want for
anything; she had it made. Although she worked and had her own income,
she didn’t have to spend on anything. All she paid were her credit card
bills. She had a shoe fetish, so her money went on nice fancy stylish
shoes. One thing she did for sure was, she made sure she had a secret
bank account that only she knew about; keeping a stash just in case a
rainy day came her way… The money Terrence was giving her; she would
take it and put it in her secret account. He had money; he wasn’t
tripping off what she was doing with it.
After his mother died, he
collected her insurance benefits; he was her beneficiary. After being
secretly abused by her husband his father, she switched beneficiaries
without anyone knowing. She didn’t die from his abuse, she died because
her husband mistress chased and ran her off the 91 freeway, heading
towards Bellflower. Terrence came in to two hundred thousand dollars. He
got his business license and invested some of the money in a club
located in Los Angeles, 1st Class; he was legit. His business ran good
and made a decent amount of money. He then got caught up in the dope
game. He wasn’t minor, he was the man. He didn’t have to make any moves,
he did the shot calling…
Brooklyn had been in and out of foster
homes since the age of ten; rarely shown love. After her and her eldest
sister Brittney were physically and mentally abused by their mother
Bridgette, and their mother’s pimp boyfriend who went by the name
J-Mack. J-Mack had Bridgette brainwashed and gone off drugs. Bridgette
would sit on the end of her king size bed giving herself that good ol’
dose of ‘Magic’… As the rush flow through them veins of hers, once those
eyes rolled up and she got to leaning and nodding, J-Mack would creep
his perverted self in Brittney and Brooklyn’s rooms one at a time,
molesting each of them. They both were scared and told not to tell,
because if they tell the Department of Children and Family Services
would come and separate the two of them and they will not see each other
or their mother ever again. How cold was he…? That went on for a good
three years. It started when they were seven and eight years old.
One late night, Brittney woke up out of her sleep in need of using the
bathroom. She wet herself a lot due to all the sexual abuse she was
enduring. This night she woke up on time and headed for the bathroom. As
she walked past Brooklyn’s room, she heard her crying, sobbing. She was
already aware of the abuse her sister was going through. Something came
through her and this time she walked in Brooklyn’s room, when she saw
that J-Mack wasn’t around she consoled her sister, holding her tight.
“He will be right back.” Brooklyn cried whispering to her sister.
“Ok, it’s going to be alright, sister, just wait for it.” Brittney
responded. She went to go hide in the closet slowly and quietly closing
the door, leaving it cracked just enough for her to see through. She
stood there and watched… He walked in silently closed the door and
locked it behind him. Her eyes were so big she didn’t know what to do;
she began to tremble but remained quiet.
Brooklyn didn’t know what
she meant by saying, ‘Wait for it.’ “Wait for it, wait for what?” she
thought scared. “Is she out of her mind?”
J-Mack walked in, “Didn’t I
tell you to stop all that damn crying and have those tears wiped up by
the time I got back?” he told her in a harsh tone as he sat beside her
on the bed rubbing her leg slowly sliding his hand up her light blue
care bear gown.
She laid on her side and balled up into the fetal
position, trembling, rocking herself back and forth. At this time,
Brooklyn was nine and Bridgette was 10. They were just one year apart
and close as ever, you would have thought they were twins; they looked a
lot alike. They were so close that, if one gets in trouble the other
would get herself in trouble too or would take each other’s whooping.
The further J-Mack put his hand up her gown, the harder she would weep.
“Sister, please, help me,” she cried repeating in her head.
your dirty, filthy ass hands off my little sister, right now!” Brittney
came out the closet, stood behind him and demanded in a heartbroken but
He paused and turned around with a smirk on his gritty looking face, “You little…”
Brittney had a .380 Smith & Wesson pointed right at his forehead. “No more.” she stated, gun already cocked and ready.
Earlier that day, Brittney knew that Bridgette and J-Mack were super
loaded, they had already talked about staying in the house and lounge
around; they all knew what that meant− get high all day. When J-Mack
nodded and fell asleep, Brittney snuck in their room grabbed his .380 he
had in his shoebox, ran in the bathroom, checked to make sure it was
loaded and ready; and it was, she knew she was taking a chance, however
she didn’t care; she ran to her room and hid it, now ready to use it…
Stunned and shocked, “How in the hell you get my gun?” he asked her nervously.
“Brooklyn, come over here,” she was scared to move. “Brooklyn, it’s
okay, come on, now, trust me.” Brooklyn jumped up as quickly as she
could, ran, and stood behind her sister. “Don’t worry about how I got
your gun, worry about this being the last time you will ever put your
hands on us again.”
“If you don’t give me my…” Boom! Boom! Brittney
squeezed two shots square dead in his head. They were both shocked, no
words came out, but their mouths hung open. Bridgette continued to sleep
through the sound of the gun going off. Brittney stood over his
lifeless body just looking down at it, feeling no pain whatsoever. She
was just glad that he wouldn’t be around anymore. She saved her sister,
her mother, and own life.
Brooklyn ran to her sister hugging her as tight as she can. “What are we gonna do now?” she asked softly.
“Pray and stick together.”
Everything happened so quickly…
HOOD GIRLZ 2
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The HELPER is an urban fiction rendition inspired by a true story. Something is brewing in the hoods and ghetto across America. Some may call it divine intervention while others may call it Government subversion, Anarchy and Religious foolishness. You be the judge. What if the many sightings of UFO's in America and around the world had some connection to the urban inner cities, and black ghetto across America? What if the Gang Bangers, Hip-Hop Rap artist, and the current Hip-Hop generation had some connection to the many UFO sightings? What if you yourself, were a Chosen Helper, but did not know? Yet, you knew that there has always been something special about you. Extra-Terrestrial...
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and Sparks are thick as thieves. They are on a mission to get paid and nothing
otherwise. But when Taz’s uncle Big Glen, the mastermind of the notorious
Empire, puts them to the test in preparation of his retirement and the bequest
of his Enterprise to his sole nephew, they must prove that they are ready to
step up to the plate and keep the cogs and gears of the mighty Empire grinding
Meanwhile, with insider help, a small
band of DEA agents have waged an intimate war against the Empire to ensure that
it fails, and Taz and Sparks find themselves caught up in a treacherous game of
cat and mouse and a serious ultimatum. Would they tuck their tails, go run and
hide, or would they stand their ground and HAVE HEART and Have Money? Only time
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Queen C's Publishing is bringing it to you straight from the Streets; A Hood Novel that will have you glued to the pages, anxious to to the page, smiling, and crying. Hood Girlz was written in a way so that everyone who reads it will be able to relate to it. Chyna brings you some Betrayal, Drama, Loyalty, and Envy. This book is a must read and a must have.
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Growing up in Compton, raised by a and no father, Desti'ne became familiar with struggling at a very young age.
As a teen she and her closest friends grew to understand that MONEY is absolutely necessary for . By any and all means, Money is a must.
But more than they realize,money is the line between LOYALTY and BETRAYAL.
through life and jumping over every obstacle in her path due to her ability to use her "STREETS SMARTS" to get by, while at the same gaining to make herself a better person and give herself a better life.
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