South Of Broad Book Novels & Stories

“Do you think the bookstore next to Wixon still has it?” Valencia leaned on the kitchen counter near the sink, tapping her fingers on the ceramic surface. “Yeah, trust me the last time I visited that bookstore down on 2nd street was 2 days ago. it was a recent visit so I’m sure they still have a few left in the Non-fiction section.” The voice on the phone said.

Guys, please read it before jumping towards the story. Book 2 of “Her Bidder,” For a better understanding, I’ll suggest reading “Her Bidder” first. This book is a stand-alone. However, few things are there whose proper detail mentioned in its 1st book.

"That's not a wise thing to do, wrong timing... insensitive." "Chief Onapuruagu and Chief Kaave aren't the only owners of a yacht in Dirty South." With her heartbeat jumping into double time, Georgianna stared at Larissa. "This one belongs to a big shot in Dirty South." "You're really living the life hunie, and you deserve it. Goodbye to trenches, bestie." Hell, she was smiling now. Georgianna hated fretting but couldn't help herself, emptying another glass of wine, she dropped the glass. "That's what you get when your surname ends with Kaave."

Ash grew confused. "What's in here?" "Divorce papers. Slick gave them to me." He looked at the paper and traced his finger over Sarah's name. "Sarah already signed, I see." "All you have to do is sign them and mail them out." "I'm glad that chapter is finally closing," he said contently. "I am too," I said and sat next to him. "I'm ready to start a new chapter." "And where does that chapter take you?" "Away from here. I want to experience life and not be trapped on the south side forever." I answered truthfully.

" I choked. Kim had started imposing his role and rights already. I booked a taxi ride that would take me to Bayfront Hotel. I then went directly to the reception area to inquire about the function hall number where Zed had his speaking engagement. The receptionist then smiled at me and said, "I am not sure if you can get in, ma'am. The reserved seats had been all occupied long ago. Mr. Zed is such a famous and effective speaker that the halls are always flooded with a huge crowd." I felt flattered and proud of my husband. However, I also pitied the flaw he had as a man. Who would expect that behind his powerful aura, he had this weakness of limping on the bed?

I can't understand certain keywords and dates the signs say, hence I picked a simplistic book having an intriguing title: Southerners, the devils. I wasn't sure if this was friendly or not, but who am I kidding? I should expect these types of headings. As I settled down on a wooden table, I picked up the book and barely even turned to the second page when I read: The skies were clear and blue but the day the Southerners arrived, the rain poured red... I sighed. This is long, I presume...

Turned off the cooking gas and brought down the frying pan, dishing the toasted bread and fried eggs in two servings. "I don't understand, what do you mean by 'exactly where I kept your stuffs', where do you think or know I kept your stuffs?" Pearl took a step closer to Brandy. "You kept my stuffs where I don't know. Definitely not in this house. That's exactly where all your stuffs are." Brandy replied without turning back. "Are you mad?! Those books I kept in your room are expensive textbooks that belong to my club members." Pearl thundered. "Where did you keep the books? Those are over two million books left in my care, don't play with me."

"Well, I'll put your therapist on hold." Twelve hours later – Savannah, Georgia The humidity was the first thing I noticed. California had pampered me. The Southern air clung to my skin like a clingy ex— hot, humid, and unwilling to let go. As the black SUV passed through the Thornwell gates, I kept my eyes fixed ahead. The ride was curved just as it always was. Magnolia trees towered above like ancient, disapproving gods. The house appeared on the horizon. Still monstrous. Still perfect.