Authors: Angel Williams
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #United States, #African American, #Urban, #Genre Fiction
Fiending for His Love
A Novel by
Copyright © 2015 Angel Williams
Published by Sullivan Productions LLC
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This is a work of fiction. It is not meant to depict, portray or represent any particular real person. All the characters, incidents and dialogue in this written work are the product of the author’s imagination and are not to be considered as real. Any references or similarities to actual events, entities, real people living or dead, or to real locations are intended for the sole purpose of giving this novel a sense of reality. Any similarities with other names, characters, entities, places, people or incidents are entirely coincidental.
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First and foremost, I would like to thank my heavenly father above!! Through God all things are possible! I lived and I learned that God works miracles; he moves mountains. Without my faith in him, none of this would be possible!
Secondly I would like to thank my daughter, Kaydence ‘Miss Miracle’ Marie Gwynn. I truly write because I love it. It’s my passion and my escape. But I also do it for my daughter. Everything I do is for her. Every time she sees me writing she quickly rushes over to the computer and starts banging at the keys. I usually let her leave her little signature in my books, but this time she’s asleep. So maybe next time. Thank you my sweet angel for allowing mommy to write her books while you tear up the house. I love you sooo much, baby girl. There are no words on this earth or that one could make up to describe how much I love you.
Next I would like to thank all of my family that has been supporting me. My family means the world to me and have been here rooting for me since day one. I’m thankful for all my loving family. Mommy, I couldn’t have done any of this without you and Daddy. You two raised me to be all I can be and to be the best at what I love to do. My sister Joy thanks for all of the support and love and for promoting me wherever you go.
Pee-Wee… big brother, your words and encouragement mean the world to me. You always want the best for me and push me to do the best. I thank you for that. Also you are always supporting me!
Eric, my fiancé, thank you for never giving up on me. There’s not a day that goes by that you don’t push me to write. You are always keeping me on my toes. I’m so thankful to have such a loving and caring person like you in my life.
My sister Erica thanks for giving my books and me a chance. Since you have been reading my work you have become addicted to my books! I got the books that will get you hooked! Are you hooked yet?
Thank you Leo Sullivan for always and forever believing in me. Your words of encouragement and the way you believe in me mean more than any words that could ever be spoken! Films and Books!! Thanks Bro!!
Shout out to all my friends and family that have been supporting me and believing in me. I’m grateful to have you all. Larissa, Nicole Martin, Karen Williams Rshonda and Rhonda to name a few...
To my readers, I thank you all. To all of the supportive book clubs, thanks for having my back! Every time you support me you are helping me live my dreams.
Dreams can be turned into reality with determination, devotion, and dedication. All things are possible, you just have to believe and push to achieve. Never give up and never let anyone stop you from living your dreams.
To anyone I forgot to name, I haven’t forgotten you in heart! Please sign your name here:
Enjoy Fiending for His Love as the DRAMA begins!
Fiending for His Love
“Look girl! I know a hoe when I see one. I remember how much of a slut you was when we were a kid. Ain’t no changing you. Once a hoe, always a hoe! It’s in your blood, HOE!” Charisma said through gritted teeth.
“Why are you disrespecting me like this? I made a honest mistake!” Michelle cried over the phone. It finally hit her that Charisma was the only friend she had. In fact, Charisma was the only person on earth that treated her like she was somewhat of a human. Everyone else treated her like pure scum.
“Hoe, I don’t want to hear that! I have no pity for you. You lucky that I don’t come over there and stomp another hole in your hoe ass, HOE!” Charisma kept tossing the word hoe around, trying to embed in Michelle’s thick skull that she was nothing more than a hoe and would never be anything more than a hoe.
“Please Charisma! Don't treat me like this. How did you forgive him but don't forgive me?” Michelle whined.
“Look... girllll bye! Go toot your ass up in the air or suck a dick or something!”
Charisma hung up on Michelle, tired of hearing her pathetic voice. Her apologies fell on death ears. She knew if she gave Michelle another chance, nine times out of ten Michelle was going to screw her over again.
She loved the girl but some things and some people you just had to let go. For her, Michelle was one of those people. She should have thought twice about crossing Charisma. Charisma was going to make sure she paid for what she’d done to her if it was the last thing she did.
Charisma sat on the edge of the bed, wearing a pair of Victoria’s Secret Pink sweat pants with the matching top. Reaching over to her dresser that sat next to the bed, she grabbed her favorite pink nail polish and began painting her nails. Midway through the tears began to run down her face. She couldn’t believe the fact that her best friend had betrayed her the way she did; Stabbed her right in the damn back like a piece of meat. It was too much dick in the world for all of that nonsense.
Charisma grabbed her iPod that was connected to the speakers, which rested in both corners of the master suite. Seconds later she was walking around the bedroom singing her heart out as tears flooded her face. “You push me far, you bought me to this. You had my heart, but then you blew it. I’m so over you. Boy, go get lost. Believe me. You’re gonna need me. Trust and believe me…. She will never be meeeee.” Charisma sang as she danced around the room, meaning every word of the song. “You look so foolish with my best friend and she ain’t no better than you. She’s a three and I’m a ten…”
All of a sudden she heard loud obnoxious thumps and bangs. Her eyes quickly darted to the bedroom door. Panicking, she ran over and locked it. She rushed to the window and noticed that Trent’s car was still parked outside which meant that he was putting his work together.
Charisma turned the music down just a bit, unlocked the bedroom door, and then began to creep down the long hallway. Getting to the end of the hall, she gazed down into the living room where she noticed Trent and four men dressed in all black.
“Who’s in here with you?” one of the men questioned Trent.
Trent was shaking and was damn near in tears. “No one’s here, man. And I don’t have any money here. My girl left hours ago with the money we had to deposit it into our bank accounts.”
“Nigga, I didn’t ask you all of that now did I?” one of the other men asked.
Trent shook his head no.
“Now that you want to bring that up... Call that bitch and tell her to get back here with that money. Let her know your life depends on it,” the second dude demanded.
Trent nodded his head yes, obeying the men who now had his life in their hands. With a shaky voice Trent began to read off Charisma’s cell number.
Charisma thanked God for the fact that their walls were thick and the intruders couldn’t hear the loud music that she was blasting from the master suite. She also thanked Trent for not ratting on her and covering up for her saying that she had left with the money. Any other nigga would have told that their girl was upstairs along with the money they had come for.
Quickly, she crept back to the master suite and through on a pair of sneakers, messing up her perfectly painted toenails. She grabbed two duffel bags from out of the closet and seconds later she had the safe door pried open as she filled the bags with money. The only other things she could grab were pictures of her and Trent. Although she hated him, now in this moment she loved him like the first time they had met.
She grabbed her handbag and her cellphone. She glanced around the room and knew her only exit was the attic and then from they’re the back windows. Rushing out of the room with the two oversized duffel bags filled with money, Charisma thought her back was about to give out.
She hesitated and thought about the two choppers that they had hiding under the bed. For her kryptonite, the love of her life, Charisma sat the bags down and decided to ride out for her man like the rider she was. She crawled under the bed and pulled out both choppers. “No one comes up in my house and try to rob us!” Charisma said though gritted teeth.
It was do or die time and she sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one dying. She double-checked both choppers to make sure they were fully loaded and ready. Sporting a mean demeanor on her face, she strutted through the long hallway and then glanced down from the top of the steps at her view. The love of her life was now being tied up and blindfolded.
Her eyes quickly scanned the room. Instantly she noticed that all four men were armed. She closed her eyes and said a quick prayer, praying that God would protect her and no harm would be done to her as she was about to go to war; a one woman against four men war at that.
She sighed deeply and gripped both choppers. Rushing down the steps she opened fire. The impact of the choppers almost caused her to lose her balance. The force hit her in the chest so hard that it damn near knocked the wind out of her. That still didn't stop her. She managed to stay up on her two feet and keep control of both guns.
Ritttt titttt taattttt riiiittt tiiiittttt tattt
! The choppers screamed as they were out for blood and pure flesh. Within the blink of an eye a blood bath was created in the beautiful home that Trent and Charisma shared.
Charisma gazed around the smoke filled room at the damage that she had just done. Her eyes zoomed in on Trent as he lay in the chair, which was now lying on its back on the floor. Trent’s legs swung helplessly from the chair as his chest heaved up and down. Loud breaths escaped his mouth. Charisma ran to his side and noticed that he had been hit a few times.
She cursed herself for not thinking before shooting as she struggled to untie him.
Trent grabbed his chest and then his throat. He was delirious and he didn't know which part of his body was afflicted. “H-h-el-lp,” he managed to gasp as he held a death grip on his own throat. Blood slowly leaked from the corners of his mouth.
Charisma’s eyes filled with tears. “Trent. Oh my God Trent!” she cried. Dropping down to her knees, she grabbed his throat. Her pretty brown hands were soaked in her lover’s blood within seconds. Her heart ached as she watched her man fight for his life. She couldn't live without him. He was all that she knew; the only love she’d ever wanted to know. A second without him and she would be fiending for his love. “Ohhhhh God!” Charisma bellowed loud enough to cause glass to shatter.