Debbie Mathers Novels & Stories

Our destination was a small roadside diner where Debbie l, the woman who once served as my mother’s personal maid, had agreed to meet us. Debbie l arrived shortly after we did. She looked older than I expected. Her hair had grayed considerably, and lines carved by time and hardship framed her eyes and mouth. There was weariness in her gaze, but also a guarded strength that told me this meeting wouldn’t be easy. We sat across from her at a corner booth and exchanged greetings, placing orders we had no intention of eating. Once our drinks arrived, I began speaking, carefully walking her through the discoveries we had made—the inconsistencies in the reports, the missing details, the buried evid

“She’s working now but… not that kind.” “Oh…” Mrs. Debbie sighed deeply. “What happened? Sigh… never mind. At least you girls are alive. Thank God for that.” A customer outside called for her. “Mrs. Debbie! My favorite please!” “Coming!” she called back. Then she looked at us one more time. “Y’all are big girls now. Let me attend to the customers.” We nodded and waved. Beth let out a small laugh. “Thanks for the meal.” I watched her smile.

Aunt Debbie,,, she is making a life with her children abroad away from all the chaos and all the burdens brought about by her marriage to the once powerful politician in the city, but seems to be just one of those powerful politician being used by the organization to gain access for their illegal activities. After an hour the dawn will break and the area will slowly lighten up welcoming the beginning of a new day. There are just few days left from her leave and she was beginning to miss this place but eager to start again the things she enjoy doing... her work. She had written some exposé and articles while being here just to keep herself busy using her pen name nobody knows who or where s

Not after the strange pull that kept dragging my mind back toward her no matter how hard I resisted it. Something had changed. I could feel it. And deep down… I knew she was alive. The doors behind us opened suddenly. Debbie entered quietly. She wore a pale gold gown with her dark hair braided carefully over one shoulder. Beautiful by every standard. But when I looked at her now, I felt nothing. Not really. Her eyes brightened slightly when she saw me. “Tim.” I nodded once. “Debbie.” The warmth in her expression faded immediately at my tone.

Kade materialized at my side, placing his hand on the doorknob. “You might want to brace yourself,” he said quietly. “Her condition is much worse than when you were last here.” During my travels, I had seen plenty of awful things; I had seen women die during childbirth, children with tumors protruding from their skin, elders who couldn’t even open their eyes long enough to say goodbye to their loved ones. But nothing prepared me for what I saw when Kade opened that door. “Debbie…” Her name slipped out of my lips like a prayer. The moment I saw her, my heart cracked in two. Debbie, sweet, innocent Debbie, the little girl who had once played and made flower crowns, was a ghost.

Later, Debbie, my beauty is busy, hehe. "Okay, we're leaving. You take care of Grandpa, okay?" I said goodbye to her. "Bye, besh!" she replied cheerfully, waving at me. To be fair, Debbie is glowing, but there is something unusual about her that I couldn't figure out. But soon, I will know... ******************************** At the TV Station My beauty is getting a bit nervous, girls! There are so many people here, and we're not the only ones nominated for Powerful Couple of the Year!

"Yeah but I need the cash to fix the place up. You've seen it. It needs a lot of repairs. At least the kitchen is new. On just my salary, I won't have much cash left over to do all the work it needs." Out of the blue, she leaned forward, and licked the head of my cock. For the first time. Just once, then she smiled a wicked smile and continued the stroking. "Oh, shit, do that again." I begged her. "Did you know Debbie broke up with John?" Debbie was a friend of hers. Another single mom, Debbie was 25, and was a knockout. She tended to be very over made-up, with too much eye-makeup, heavy face powder, and bleached blonde hair, but she was a looker none-the-less. And her body was of the type d

Kieran walked in like he had been here a hundred times before. I hesitated. Then, with a deep breath, I stepped inside. The Matron’s room was nothing like I expected. It was elegant but cold. Deep red curtains framed tall windows, but they were drawn shut, letting in only thin strips of light. A large desk sat in the center, and behind it, a woman. She was older, maybe in her fifties, but everything about her screamed power. Her hair was sleek, silver streaks running through deep black strands. Her lips were the same striking red as the other women, and her sharp eyes locked onto me the moment I stepped inside.

Kate responded with a nod and thanked Mrs Jane for her hospitality and then ran up the stairs to catch up with Camile. Debbie spent some time with Mrs Jane, they talked and enjoyed each others company. Mrs Jane looked at her with admiration, the perfect wife for her son and just maybe he'll be whole again, free from all that darkness in his heart. They parted ways, getting their day started. Debbie pouted unable to find Alex anywhere in their room, she took her bath and wore a pair of Alex's clothes. She scrolled through her contacts searching for Alex but Zara's call came in, “ Hey girl!” She hollered, Debbie giggled “ Someone looks so excited” she plopped on the bed.

They kept drifting slightly to the side. "I have." I held her gaze. "Debbie, turn the camera around. Let me see the room. I've been thinking about booking the same place next time I'm in Sanyara." Deborah's face stiffened. "The room's a mess. There's nothing worth seeing. I'll pull up some photos online for you when I'm back." I gave her no room to deflect. "No. I want to see the actual room." Then it came through the speaker. A clear, bright clink of glass from somewhere off camera. Then Matthew's low laugh. His voice barely rose above a murmur, but the quiet room made it carry.