Melancholy Day Light

By Shanise

Erin Seifert desired nothing more than to be wedding in bliss with his nine-year commitment Laura Chastain. On a frosty night in December Laura reveals her wicked black betrayal leaving poor Erin with one solution to dissolve his miserykill Laura Chastain in the worse way possible. His abhor for her heightens when he soon discover Lauras groom to be is his own tightly bond sibling. Its going to take roar and thunder above to melt his powerful vehemence. How can he restore his mentality when family plus parents accepts his siblings dirty scheme?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 5, 2012
• ISBN: 9781468573992

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Contents

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

I dedicate my book to The Most High for striking in colorful dialogue and climaxes when I doubted myself the most. For his affection, encouragement, and potency, thank you for never leaving my side when everything seemed melancholy.

Thank you my twin sister, and Mom helping me keep my head above water. My sister, thank you for filing in the blanks examine my book from a different angle giving my characters improved personality.

CHAPTER 1

I playfully wrestled with my love Laura Chastain in our town house, on another frosty night in Southeast, Georgia December. The love birds, people constantly called us clash humorously maintaining warmth. Fire blaze damps my body as I maneuvered victory. Our house holds hells heat every winter. Hotter than hell, Laura definitely toiled towards scheme. I ended the fight to further enjoy our time together before Laura scuttled off every morning at six o’clock to be present as second front man of a non-successful family grocery franchise ‘The List’.

I open her blouse revealing the breast that drove me wild. I had Laura’s left breast in my mouth ahead of her pose. She pulls back I tug her closer kissing then licking the valley between. We giggled out loud disturbing no one we live alone.

Your mother uninvited me to the annual Chastain New Years Eve party on Cumberland Island. I asked why she told me to ask you.

Bizarre panic Laura aligns posture button her rose colored blouse, then turn not caring if she balanced. Studied her naive of any drama thinking affirmative explanations.

Erin I’m wedding someone else she’s not you and never will be; that fact is fine. My fiancé lingers tolerantly; I tell her it’s arduous clipping nine years.

Sturdy in one spot standing amazed black out didn’t happen. Some people crease subsequently regretting not standing their ground or collapse in tears. I stayed uniformed hoping to gain all answers to why she’d be so cruel. Nose flares eyes burn six layers of goose bumps cover my skin, bold question whispered across What’s going on?

Can’t decipher why you’d retain composure at breaking. Most men would be in my face with a fist. Lucky me I chose a polite one.

Puzzled! Laura derides me? Sparks flew out of my mouth. Tramp! Piece of trash! Disgusting harlot! When? Why?

Fearful Laura paused. Never yelled those sentiments oppose to anyone, and wish not to Laura’s face. Eventually her body reacts to the heat, beads of sweat trickled down face and neck similar to being caught in rain. Laura out stretched her arms aspiring to hug me.

Come, she said, We’re friends in this natural life. Wedding other people will not shred all we’ve built. There is a great friendship here.

Not waiting for my harmony she rests on sofa head in hands. Affronted, I question could she bluntly end us? Hiding the face is a tactic meaning one-thing eliminating prolonged discussions. Enrage stun she endeavor such a move! Erin’s voice held importance beforehand and should persist no matter predicament.

I clutch my pants pockets, keeping control delay marring her. From the inside temperature’s boiled body shook rapidly, nuts and bolts pop; yet sensitive eyes stayed floored.

Who is it? Why map your future without your companion of nine years? I want to be married! Laura give the ring to Erin.

Safeguarding serene amid us Laura clasps hands together. She grunt retorting nil. My eyes darted to her then to the fireplace. A grunt? Yes another No. Satan slid brass poker point into fires base. Evil verbalize, Give a minute Erin, hell personally implore seared. Not believing what witness my wicked eyes trailed over to Laura she remain unaware.

Evil set hot tip poker in my focus hands, it rotated like a brass red fairest wheel.

A door slam down the hall instant swift I turn in its direction. Bull’s-eye! The poker nailed where Laura ought to be, sofa insulation smolder! I race from den into hallway trying to remember path leading outside sauntering away from everything no longer mine. Jumping my scooter effortless thrust forward to the deliberately open gate ahead. My mind tossed a ruthless query: How many? How many ways can I kill Laura Chastain without getting caught?

Every angle examined rounding to zero. Could veer back to conclude job; possibly score cleanup time. Impossible, she has undoubtedly contacted my parents and her . . . crackling of my radio reminding me of nippy climate. The bitter-icy weather and Laura’s words is a dead match.

My mother Beverly voice shrieked shaky frighten. Erin! We wish to be home. Jessica postpones conversation; perhaps later she can explain to a tranquil brother of choices she and Laura assemble.

Slam brakes roughly flipping over handlebars stunt devil format, landing on soft wet springy grass. Brain echoes nothing that prepares me for the news until a spark of electricity restore . . .

New York, Hudson River

Jessica and I dragged pre-teen sister Nikki-Roe on a boat ride. Champagne, caviar, and alcoholic chocolates lay prearrange in mid-day.

Jessica and Nikki-Roe position next to me at lower rear champagne glass in hand. She gazed snooty in my direction.

Honestly Erin you and Laura are bound brother and sister. Must be lovely possessing another sibling.

Unobvious of her affront we sipped. Laura is my woman. She is ultra significant than any sister, mega the way it ought to be.

Come on kid.

Beg your pardon? Why insult?

Jessica jolted mischievously she ensues forwards than back into pillow, the waves strong her body tipsy. We sustain much in common. I want her friendship too. Nicely bond.

Glower uninterested. You’ll be alright. You can hang about your sister Nikki-Roe all day if you want.

Jessica rubs her shoulder: Often perform when patience ran thin. Nikki-Roe is too young I only hang with adults.

I didn’t see the harm in the two ladies hanging; this can also show Laura I’m ready for the next level Okay. I’ll ask during Thursday’s crab festival, it’s three wheels not two.

Jessica chuckled showing her winning smile. Perfect, a scooter no longer.

Laura and my nickname is scooter . . . I’d freeze to death before I let that scooter be my ambulance. I stride onward with my parent’s Seifert Georgia Estate on display. Fury, combustion, and misery spiral: No reverberation only the shrill reminder my family belong to Laura by marriage to Jessica. Inherit our assets, heart-to-heart, our calamity she’d decipher! Soon understanding everyone without loving me.

Chest-pains fuse odium in my spirit, torture. What pain can mass the reality of Laura