Twisted Times: Son of Man (Twisted Times Trilogy Book 1) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Vincent de Paul
scalding. I did not want to, but the devil on my left shoulder whispered, ‘it’s damn sweet. They all lie to you… you’ll have the desire of your desire… the truth all of them do not want you to know’.
I moved closer to where Kate was.
I put my hand on her lap. She did not move, or push it away. She did not even flinch.
It started mysteriously. We were weird, and quirky.
I was doing a million and one things, she too.
She started to moan and arch herself up to me.
We stared at each other. It was like forever since we saw each other.
The next minute our lips locked. She had one hell of velvet soft lips. Then the next moment we were naked.
My hands were everywhere on her. The die was cast. Instinctively she parted her legs and I did not need to be told what to do.
Kate was impenetrable but we did manage helping each other through. She writhed beneath me, wriggled her hips, scratched my back, and held me tight to her. It was asphyxiating. I felt her legs around me. More squirming. And then the climax came so fast.
That was it. Less than five minutes. I fell on top of her with an inexplicable sigh.
She pushed me slowly from atop her, created room for me on the sofa and snuggled. Her eyes had a radiance I had not seen before.
A long quiet followed.
An hour later, we dressed. I did not want to look at her in the eye. She too avoided my eyes.
She had made me a winner.
I had made her a sinner.
CHAPTER 16
Two days later, I stayed outside the cubicle that was my house doing nothing but watching the stars at night. It felt satisfying.
In the millions of stars in the black blue of the night sky I saw some hope somewhere. So many light years away a small star twinkled at me each time with an increasing intensity. Just for me.
I was so absorbed by the aura of being with nature that I did not realize when Mr. Moon had come by to say goodnight to me. A big yellow plate had risen rendering an eerie glow to Mother Earth.
I had no intention of sleeping, though. Not this night. Not before accomplishing my mission. It was today or never. The plan was in motion. I couldn’t hold myself captive in my parent’s home. I wouldn’t. I could go and keep going and pretend that I had no family, no home. I could keep going and never look back. Of course I would go back, when I had made it in life, to gloat to Dad. But right now, I had to do this. I was mapping out my life.
I checked my Casio wrist watch. It was already one in the morning. The wind had cracked my lips, my cheeks flushed and eyes stung from the brisk rush of the air. There was still some light in my parents’ room. However, what I had been waiting for (lights off) came a moment later and my wait signal blinked green.
Twenty minutes later I gave the place that had been home for the last decade or so a surveyor’s look. It was the last memory I was going to carry with me. Even in the glow of the rising moon it had the aura of a wilderness. I am sure I will not miss you.
I got inside my cubicle, grabbed my rucksack and walked into the night.
CHAPTER 17
Shannon Njeri pulled the blanket over her and turned to the wall. Her husband’s post-coital grunts were subsidising. Making what he called love to her was a herculean task for her. She had to pretend beyond convention she was into it. He always came home with the stench of alcohol all over him. After demanding for his food which she usually warmed with tears stinging at the back of her eyes he would demand his conjugal rights.
Over and over they had fought about the whole thing, but it seemed she was fighting a losing battle. She was just hurting herself. She decided to be the wife she ought to be to her husband.
For her sake, she loved and hated him with equal measure.
Today it had been just like the other days.
Shannon turned her thoughts to her children. They were all she had and hoped in albeit she always carried the blame of a bad mother whenever one of them made a
I moved closer to where Kate was.
I put my hand on her lap. She did not move, or push it away. She did not even flinch.
It started mysteriously. We were weird, and quirky.
I was doing a million and one things, she too.
She started to moan and arch herself up to me.
We stared at each other. It was like forever since we saw each other.
The next minute our lips locked. She had one hell of velvet soft lips. Then the next moment we were naked.
My hands were everywhere on her. The die was cast. Instinctively she parted her legs and I did not need to be told what to do.
Kate was impenetrable but we did manage helping each other through. She writhed beneath me, wriggled her hips, scratched my back, and held me tight to her. It was asphyxiating. I felt her legs around me. More squirming. And then the climax came so fast.
That was it. Less than five minutes. I fell on top of her with an inexplicable sigh.
She pushed me slowly from atop her, created room for me on the sofa and snuggled. Her eyes had a radiance I had not seen before.
A long quiet followed.
An hour later, we dressed. I did not want to look at her in the eye. She too avoided my eyes.
She had made me a winner.
I had made her a sinner.
CHAPTER 16
Two days later, I stayed outside the cubicle that was my house doing nothing but watching the stars at night. It felt satisfying.
In the millions of stars in the black blue of the night sky I saw some hope somewhere. So many light years away a small star twinkled at me each time with an increasing intensity. Just for me.
I was so absorbed by the aura of being with nature that I did not realize when Mr. Moon had come by to say goodnight to me. A big yellow plate had risen rendering an eerie glow to Mother Earth.
I had no intention of sleeping, though. Not this night. Not before accomplishing my mission. It was today or never. The plan was in motion. I couldn’t hold myself captive in my parent’s home. I wouldn’t. I could go and keep going and pretend that I had no family, no home. I could keep going and never look back. Of course I would go back, when I had made it in life, to gloat to Dad. But right now, I had to do this. I was mapping out my life.
I checked my Casio wrist watch. It was already one in the morning. The wind had cracked my lips, my cheeks flushed and eyes stung from the brisk rush of the air. There was still some light in my parents’ room. However, what I had been waiting for (lights off) came a moment later and my wait signal blinked green.
Twenty minutes later I gave the place that had been home for the last decade or so a surveyor’s look. It was the last memory I was going to carry with me. Even in the glow of the rising moon it had the aura of a wilderness. I am sure I will not miss you.
I got inside my cubicle, grabbed my rucksack and walked into the night.
CHAPTER 17
Shannon Njeri pulled the blanket over her and turned to the wall. Her husband’s post-coital grunts were subsidising. Making what he called love to her was a herculean task for her. She had to pretend beyond convention she was into it. He always came home with the stench of alcohol all over him. After demanding for his food which she usually warmed with tears stinging at the back of her eyes he would demand his conjugal rights.
Over and over they had fought about the whole thing, but it seemed she was fighting a losing battle. She was just hurting herself. She decided to be the wife she ought to be to her husband.
For her sake, she loved and hated him with equal measure.
Today it had been just like the other days.
Shannon turned her thoughts to her children. They were all she had and hoped in albeit she always carried the blame of a bad mother whenever one of them made a
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