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Tuesday, December 9, 2014

A piece of 'Blinded by Love'

A very touching story that many women have been through; have you ever been ‘Blinded by Love?’ Have you ever been or are being lied to, cheated on, walked over, used, and abused? Were you or are you so tired of it and you don’t know what to do? Being ‘Blinded by Love’, can break your heart, have your mind gone, and doing things that you know is not right, however you are still doing them, due to the fact that you are ‘Blinded by Love’. Being in a ‘Blinded by Love’ situation can be a detriment to one’s health and can lead to someone being hurt, mentally or physically.

This book is dedicated to Every Woman who has been or is in a Blinded by Love relationship / marriage etc.

By: Chyna S. ©2014


This one morning, Brooklyn got out of bed wearing a pink and black striped LACE-TRIM HENLEY TANK and some LACE-WAIST pink, black, and white SHORTIE PANTIES that had VICTORIA’S SECRET written all over them to match. She loved her some Vickie’s. She reached in her sock drawer, grabbed, and slipped on her pink and grey KNEE-HIGH SOCKS and her black UGG boots. In the process of doing so, she heard a vibrating noise… She thought, “I’m tripping.” Shook her head, and continued to go freshen up, make her morning coffee, and breakfast before work… She noticed the shower water running, and heard the noise again, this time following where it’s coming from. She paused, stopped to listen, nothing. Then there it go again… The noise led her to Terrence side of the bed, to his pants he had laying on the floor, inside of his pants pocket from his phone. Somebody was blowing his phone up. Terrence was in the bathroom in the shower. Usually he would take his phone in there with him. But, this particular time he must have had his mind on something else and forgot about it.
Brooklyn had the opportunity to answer it since it wasn’t stuck to his hip. “Hello,” she answered. There was a pause and then the pone hung up. The phone went off again, “Yes,” Brooklyn said with an attitude.
“Hello, can I speak to, T?” the woman on the other end asked with a soft tone.
“Can you speak to, ‘T’? Who’s calling?”
“Dion,”
“Dion? Where he know you from, and why are you calling him at this time in the morning?” It was 7:30 a.m.
“Oh, well from my knowledge, he told me it was okay to call him anytime. Plus I wanted to tell him, happy birthday,”
“Oh, is that right? He didn’t tell you he was in a relationship?”
“Well, not really, he said it was complicated,”
“Mmm, where you meet him at, how do you know him?”
“I met him around, been knowing him for a minute; we just friends.”
“Friends, well, you one friend I ain’t heard about. So, ‘friend’, are you fucking my man?”
There was a pause. “You might want to talk to ‘your man’; ‘cause obviously there is a lack of communication between y’all,”
Brooklyn laughed. Her question was never answered, “So, you mean to tell me, you called his phone at 7:30 in the mutha’ fuckin’ morning to tell him ‘Happy Birthday’? Well, look it here, Ms. Dion. Terrence is in a relationship, we live together and this is nothing new. So, I would appreciate it if you respect that, and don’t call his phone anymore or have any more dealings with him; and… Don’t tell me, you will stop when he tells you so. This is going to be your first and last warning from his woman. Whatever he is telling you, is all lies, just know that.” Click. Brooklyn said no more and hung up the phone.
She looked in his text messages… One message read from sender (Shawn), “Hey, sexy, you still coming through later?”
“What?” Brooklyn thought. “Coming through, later?”
“Yeah, where you want me to meet you again?” Brooklyn sent a text back as if she was, Terrence.
“Yo’ crazy ass need to stop smoking. Didn’t you say you were coming to my house?”
“Yeah, yeah, got threw off, a lot been going on. Text me the address again,”
“Ok.”
As soon as the text came through with the address, Brooklyn heard the shower water go off, grabbed a pen from the dresser, and wrote the address and phone number down, and deleted the messages.
Terrence walked in the room right after she put his phone back up, with his towel wrapped around his waist revealing a part of his sexy ‘V’ cut. She acted as if she was looking for something under the bed.
“What you doing?” he asked her.
“I was looking for my, uh, uh… Oh, never mind, I just remember where I put it.” she said quickly lying. “Happy birthday,” she told him giving him a kiss. “What you got planned for later?”
“Me and the boys going out for some drinks and to shoot a little pool,”
“Oh, okay. Well, I have to work a double tonight, so have fun.” she said turning to walk off. She was an LVN that work at a convalescent hospital as a Charge Nurse. She was always at work, which gave Terrence more than enough alone time.

“Who in the fuck is, Dion?” she thought as she walked out the room to go to the bathroom. It was killing her inside not to say anything to him about it. She freshened up and went to the kitchen to make her coffee and breakfast. She was gone make him a birthday breakfast, but she thought, “Let, Dion and Shawn make it.” The whole time, Brooklyn couldn’t get her mind off that text message and phone call; mainly the text…

Monday, October 27, 2014

Blinded by Love

Im sitting here reading 'Little Girl' by Mary-Lynette Nesbit... My mind wonders so much, I can't help but to think of the book I am writing, 'Blinded by Love' I am low key excited about this book, and Im thinking why? I'm excited, because I know so many people will be able to relate to it; women and men. This book is deep. Being Blinded by Love can lead to abuse, not just physical, but mental, financial, and so on. It will also mess with your self-esteem. Don't be so hooked on the idea of Love that you are ignoring the reality...
This Writer is on Fire right now! In this book I am going all in, not holding nothing, no words back...All gas no brakes! Hood Novels are not all I write. Chyna wrote 'Hood Girlz' Michelle is writing 'Blinded by Love' Yeah, my alter egos...
— feeling excited.

Blinded by Love


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 etc.
By: Chyna S. ©2014

CHAPTER ONE
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 way.
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.
Brooklyn 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 up’s and downs after her being with him for so long.
In 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.” Bridgette 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.
“Get 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 stern tone.
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…

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Wednesday, September 3, 2014

When people throw negative feed your way, pay it no mind and keep on pushing and moving forward...

People have doubted me and even threw shade my way, with my books, reality show, and magazine. A lot of people want to see me fail and not succeed. Well to hell with all you negative, throwing shade haters...I will move in silence on that ass, and you will never see me coming. 2 book titles of my own, 3 titles I published by my authors, the reality show is becoming a reality, and the Magazine will be out in October 2014. So, don't play...and don't sleep on me...‪#‎HoodGirlz1‬ ‪#‎HoodGirlz2‬ ‪#‎HaveHeartHaveMoney‬ ‪#‎HotNCandy‬ ‪#‎KeepPushing‬ ‪#‎G2G‬ ‪#‎DimeDivaaz‬ and there is more to come, just wait on it...

Friday, August 1, 2014

HAVE HEART HAVE MONEY



Taz 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 strong.
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 will tell.


 

Monday, June 23, 2014

Wisdom!

"A fool will believe anything; smart people watch their step."
Proverbs 14;15

Thursday, May 1, 2014

The Love of Putting My Pen to Paper





The excitement and the love I have when putting my pen to paper is so lovely. How my thoughts are transferred to words is just amazing. How my thoughts can be quickly turned into a scene with ease is just amazing. I can never lie to the paper I’m writing on. The way my pen glides across the paper so fluently is beautiful, I love it. I love expressing how I feel and to express myself, I put my pen to my paper.

−Chyna Sallier