Trahison Why Weren't We the Chosen Ones - Paperback

by Anjunette L. Washington (Author)

Serenity could be captured for miles before the bay waters matched up with the oceanfront. The cost for a common man to view God's beauty and clear his mind was the sum total of nothing. Standing on the shore laying one's burdens down seemed to be habitual among the Davidson men. Forrester and Preston started walking, doing their morning ritual reporting to the slips where Paramour was docked. Before time clasped into faded memories, this was something they did often thinking about Papa.

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Noelle Hess graduated from the Mortelle Division. One of the Federal Apparatus that no one really knows about. She learned her duties real-time fast. The art of babysitting depraved souls. She learned that born criminals can be categorized by two types. There are the extreme, organized thinkers with dark and brutal vengeance. Feeling slighted in anyway will cause them to implement tactics to terminate your existence. They can never be read by an ordinary mind. Only specific people will suffer from misdeeds crafted by the deadly ones. They move in and out undetected. The select few that routinely go missing are never seen again. Now the unlearned criminal story is usually short-lived. They kill or cripple based on being sloppy and unyielding. Seldom do they get away with much. They are usually the ones that talk entirely too much.

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They stood watching and listening, waiting for the night to take its proper place. A partial moon casted just enough light to see the dock. Chase looked into her eyes. Her honest gaze never lied. Sounds that only a man could hear at dark went silent. Calmness took over, which relaxed her. She dropped her guard. This was favorable for him.

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Over time, he grew to be very selective with his choices. Mitchell watched closely like animals do out on a hunt. Females could be very clever to a man's detriment if he's not careful. His gentle ways give him leverage needed to necessitate a cozy exchange. Mastery over the female's psyche awarded him mental pennants. He kept a hold over this one and his outside interest. Love lingered on, but the need to be alone set the precedence. Brenda gave up the battle and came to grips. She just wasn't his final.

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Pleasure may endure for a night, but reality shows face in the morning. The previous evening had two eyes, but the current day has only one.

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She walked across the floor partially wet. Her mere presence relaxed him. "A familiar act can qualify as a grand event if accompanied by love." "An adulterer might jump at the sound of guilt. I have no regrets about what happened between us. Tell me about you." He knocked Nadia off her guard. She wasn't expecting his approval. Thomas appeared to be wallowing in arrogance. "I returned to your path, hoping for a purpose, neither a promise nor a gift." "Before I shower, let me first delight you by saying this. I never loved her and you know that. I'm not going to challenge this moment by renewing our past. It just isn't necessary at this point.