Venice

melnwyrk said,

wow-I've just discovered fanifc=what a wonderful concept.
u my lady-have a gift.
can't wait to see how this all works out-you have me really caught up in this story.
so far alot of the fanfic has been a little cheesy-but yours is different-has plot.twists and turns and gets the reader invested in the outcome.
r u a writer/or hoping to be a professional one day?
keep writing-it can only get better & u show so much promise.
I can see u have many fans already.
count me as one among ur many fans!!!

not professional...yet...just passionate about writing...

Thank U again....you made my day... :-)

OTALIA MYSTERY: ATONEMENT

***PART NINE***

Every day, Jeffery was recovering. Every moment he was watchful, mentally gathering Intel on Edmund’s habits, Edmund’s comings and goings, Edmund’s conversations and phone calls. Jeffrey memorized everything he could about the layout of the estate, anything and everything to give himself and Olivia an advantage, possibly even the opportunity to take Edmund down.

Every day Olivia helped Jeffrey, walking with him, making sure he was eating, giving him his meds, helping him to regain his strength.

Every day Jeffrey watched as Olivia attempted to hide her desolation from him, tried to remain strong, when Jeffrey knew how afraid Olivia really was. Jeffrey he knew that it was tearing Olivia apart to be away from Natalia, from their children, from their life together.

Jeffrey knew all this because these were the torments he suffered when he had made the choice to leave Reva and his son, Colin. When Jeffrey had chosen taking Edmund down over living a life with his family. Jeffrey had already suffered through these afflictions and now Olivia was trapped, pinioned in the same hell as Jeffrey had been.

Jeffrey decided that he had only two things he wanted to accomplish in his life before he died; to rid the world of evil like Edmund and to give Olivia release from the prison she was in, to send Olivia back to Springfield to live her life with the woman she loved, he would do anything he could, sacrifice anything, to make these things happen.

***

The chair in which Edmund was seated, faced a pair lofty elegant casements, which afforded Edmund a spectacular view of the scenic beach below. Edmund however, had eyes for only one thing, the invitation in his hand. It was perfection; embossed, smooth, regal and enticing.

“Announcing the 100th year celebration of the Annual Mosque Ball of San Christobal...Come One, Come All, to a night of romance, intrigue and delights…”

San Christobal held its annual Mosque on the eve of All Saints every years, its privileged citizens gaily attending the celebration in all forms of exquisite costume dress. Edmund would attend the Mosque this year and so would Olivia and Jeffrey.

The Mosque would be the culmination of his plan, amidst the laughter, the music, the dancing, the celebration, someone would die, many would fall. Then Edmund would finally return to the path from which he had been so viciously flung by Olivia’s actions, by her pitiable twinge of conscience so long ago. Edmund would crush Olivia, crush Jeffrey, crush them all and then Edmund would serenely gather up the spoils and live on.

“Time for your costume fitting, Olivia.”

Edmund got up from the elegant club chair by the window in his study, grasping the invitation severely between his fingers, reveling in the smoothness of the paper. Edmund then moved smoothly from his domain in search of his prey. It was time to reveal his intentions for Olivia and for Jeffrey as well.

***

As Natalia packed the rest of her things into her suitcase, the silence of the farmhouse assaulted her.

Usually Natalia loved the quiet, loved the opportunity to arrange her thoughts; what delectable dish she was going to make for Olivia and Emma to enjoy, where she was going to purchase supplies for Emma’s latest school project, how she could surprise Olivia with a little something special. It could be Olivia’s favorite flowers or a gentle massage before bed or a warm bubble bath, Olivia’s respite of choice.

Now the quiet haunted Natalia, her thoughts taking Natalia to places where she felt alone and hurt, to places without Olivia. One way or another Natalia was going to find Olivia, one way or another Natalia was going to make Olivia believe that whatever demons she was facing, were meaningless, that they could be left behind. Natalia would make Olivia believe that the only thing that mattered was their love, the only thing that mattered, was the life that they had built together.

Emma who had been in her room packing her things so that she could stay with Frank and Blake while Natalia was away, now stood just inside the door of Natalia and Olivia’s bedroom. Natalia looked at Emma lovingly.

“What it is sweetie?”

Emma moved uncertainly into the bedroom, closer to Natalia and then stopped, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

“I don’t want you to go, first mommy and now you.”

Natalia held out her hand to Emma and Emma moved forward sliding her small hand into Natalia’s. Natalia smiled and pulled Emma to her, tickling Emma, Natalia’s heart lightened briefly at Emma’s playful giggle. Then Natalia sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling Emma onto her lap, hugging her.

“You know what, people sometimes just have to do things that they really don’t want to do. I don’t want to leave you or Francesca but I need to spend some time with your mommy and well, she’s not here so I have to go to where she is.”

“That’s what mommy said to me before she left, that she didn’t want to leave us, there was just something she had to do.”

Natalia smiled at Emma.

“Is that what she said?”

“Uh huh”

“Well hopefully we will both be back before you know it. Faster than any of us can say—”

Natalia waited smiling at Emma and as Emma opened her mouth to speak and then Natalia blurted out the words with Emma.

“Banana pancakes!”

Emma laughed and Natalia allowed herself to laugh with Emma, she drew Emma to her, hugging her and kissing her forehead, then Natalia stood, gently letting Emma slide from her lap.

“Okay, go finish getting your stuff together so we can get you and your baby sister over to Uncle Frank’s house, let’s go, choppity chop—“

Emma smiled at Natalia and left the bedroom. Natalia looked around the room racking her brain to see if she had forgotten anything and found her eyes resting on the photograph adorning the top of the nightstand on Natalia’s side of the bed.

Natalia moved to the nightstand, picking up the picture and gazing at it. It was a photo of herself with Olivia and Emma before Francesca had been born. Blake had taken the picture, on the day that Olivia and Emma had moved back to the farmhouse. The camera catching Olivia in one of her rare relaxed moments, Olivia making a silly face at the camera, Natalia stood next to Olivia, her arm around Olivia’s waist, looking at Olivia and laughing, Emma stood in front, her head tilted back, looking up at the two of them and grinning happily.

Natalia gazed at the photograph and let her love for Olivia envelop her entire being, let her devotion to Olivia, to their children, to their life together…give her strength. Natalia knew in her soul that she and Olivia were meant to live a life together with their children and whatever darkness that had taken Olivia from her, Natalia would fight it.

Natalia didn’t know how to be without Olivia, without Olivia’s love, so she would fight for that love, would fight against Olivia’s demons. Natalia would fight with everything in her, to bring Olivia back home.

***PART TEN***

Edmund stood on the beach, letting the warm sun fall on him, the swell of self-satisfaction rising in him just as the waves rose across the magnificent azure ocean. Time was drawing near and almost everything was in place.

Since his return to the island Edmund had kept a low profile. He had become the anonymous benefactor to certain political figures. Edmund had been a surreptitious fly in their ears, creating plaintive tones of the San Christobal of old, the island at its cultural best, San Christobal with its royalty intact, a Mecca to outside world. Edmund had covertly gathered enough support and power onto himself, to become the force behind some of San Christobal’s most prominent and influential political machine, all except for one man.

Patrick MacAfee, president incumbent of San Christobal, an entrepreneur for the “new future” of San Christobal. MacAfee’s intent was ensuring that the days of monarchy, of Richard’s rule, would be forwarded permanently into the halls of history. This was something that Edmund would never allow happen. Then there was Olivia. Edmund permitted himself a self-satisfied smile, it would be Olivia’s job to rid Edmund of MacAfee, of this virtual fly in the ointment.

Once MacAfee was out of the picture, Edmund could then move forward, enjoying all the spoils, using his new found power to reshape the future of San Christobal. Edmund would bring island back again to the existence which occupied Edmund’s soul, flowed in his blood. Edmund would finally have everything he wanted, his torture would finally end. He would have peace and no one would stand in his way.

***

The flight to San Christobal had been uneventful. The only intrigues were being battled in Natalia’s mind. Now Natalia stood on the small balcony which flowed from her hotel room, breathing in the heavenly tang of the San Christobal sea, her body being gently buffeted by the tranquil island breeze. Natalia stood, trying not to succumb to the desolation which filled her soul.

The last time Natalia had been in San Christobal, she had been on her honeymoon and Natalia had never been more happy. Natalia closed her eyes, letting the warm strong breeze take her mind away to better thoughts.

San Christobal was exquisite, picturesque and inherently tranquil. Their honeymoon had been amazing, Olivia had been amazing. Natalia smiled remembering how happy, how free, how beautiful Olivia had been then; walking with Natalia on the beach, surprising Natalia with secluded romantic picnics within breezy hide-aways. Natalia’s body, her heart, her soul, radiated with warmth as she remembered how they had spent their nights curled up in bed together, talking, laughing and making love. Nothing could touch them, they were finally truly together, finally truly happy.

Yet now all that embraced Natalia’s heart was hurt, fears, doubts…these things plagued Natalia. How would she find Olivia and when and if she did, what would really happen? Why had Olivia really left? When Natalia finally did see Olivia again, would Olivia continue to push her away, would Natalia be able to convince Olivia to let her help, to come home, to work through this with Natalia, to just be with Natalia, their family again?

Vicious waves of realization washed over Natalia. It seemed an eternity that she had been without Olivia, without the feel of Olivia’s love around her. Natalia’s pain, her apprehension, the loss of being without Olivia, was ripping away at Natalia’s soul. Natalia knew now that this was how Olivia must have felt when Natalia had left Springfield, when Natalia had remained apart from Olivia for all those weeks.

Natalia felt the turmoil tearing through her, physically assaulting her and she gripped the elegant wooden railing of the balcony for support as the agonized sobs flowed from her. Olivia was everything. Olivia had changed her life..Olivia had given Natalia a happiness that she thought she would never have, that she never wants to be without.

Natalia would never give up, on Olivia or their life together. Natalia would move with everything she was to find Olivia, to bring her back to the wonderful life that God had allowed them to have with their children. There was simply nothing else but that for Natalia, or for Olivia, Natalia was certain of this. Natalia closed her eyes and began a quiet urgent prayer.

“Thank you God, for your love, for giving me Olivia to love, for your protection. Please be with me, help me to be strong. Please, be with Olivia and let her feel your strength in whatever she is facing now. Please guide me to her. Please, let me bring her safely back to the wonderful life, you have allowed us to have together.”

And then the loud staccato knock on the hotel room door startled Natalia from her prayers. Natalia quickly wiped her face with her hands, hurriedly made her way from the balcony and across the room to the door. Natalia breathed deeply and opened the door and stared, dumbfounded.

Cyrus Foley stood in the doorway, masculine, smiling, exuding sex appeal, a six pack of beer under one arm and a newspaper tucked under the other. It took at moment for Natalia to recover.

“Cyrus, what are you doing here?” Cyrus continued to smile and then spoke interrupted her amiably.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you come down here, to finish the job I started, all on your own did you? What kind of a guy do you think I am?”

Still dumbfounded, Natalia simply stepped aside and let Cyrus move easily into the room and closed the door behind him. Natalia watched as Cyrus moved to the table, deposited the beer and newspaper onto it and then proceeded to view her room.

“Very nice, I bet you have a beauty of a view too.”

Natalia watched as Cyrus moved out onto the balcony. The gratitude she felt for Cyrus pulled at Natalia’s heart and Natalia turned away from him, fresh tears forming in her eyes. No matter how hard Natalia tried, no matter how much she didn’t want Cyrus to see, Natalia could not control the shaking of her body.

And then Cyrus was gently standing behind her, placing his hands on her arms, turning her to face him, gently pulling her to him. Natalia finally let herself go, sobbing harshly against Cyrus’s muscular chest and reluctantly then gratefully taking comfort from his strong empathetic arms.

***

Olivia stood before the full-length mirror in her suite on Edmund’s estate, gazing at her reflection, taking little pleasure in the elegant black evening gown which embrace her body perfectly; the black satin gloves which encased her hands, her wrists, her forearms up to the elbows, soft and shimmering, the dark floral piece resting eloquently within her hair.

From within one of the gloves, Olivia gently extracted the small vial, holding it up the brilliant sunlight pouring into the room. The poison contained in the vial was odorless, colorless, virtually undetectable within its victim’s system. It was the perfect murder weapon and Olivia would use it to murder Patrick MacAfee, president incumbent of San Christobal, tonight at the Annual Mosque Ball. The plan was simplicity itself.

Olivia and Jeffrey were to attend the Mosque as a couple, under the watchful eye of Edmund of course. They were to meet the president incumbent and Olivia was to engage him in talks of the economy of San Christobal. She was to propose a future business venture of establishing a chain of sister hotels to the Beacon, on the island, a lucrative and culturally beneficial opportunity for them both.

All Olivia had to do was to wait for the right moment, for Jeffrey’s distraction and then she would simply slip the poison into MacAfee’s drink. Then Olivia would walk away on Jeffrey’s arm, leaving MacAfee to die, just as she had left Edmund to die all those years ago.

Olivia swayed, fighting back the intense clutch of nausea burning within her stomach and then she heard Jeffrey’s brusque voice from the doorway.

“Olivia.”

Olivia turned to look at Jeffrey. He was dressed impeccably and quite handsomely, in an elegant black tux. Jeffrey moved further into the room, closer to Olivia, letting his penetratingly attractive eyes rest upon her. Olivia spoke first.

“So, who are you supposed to be?”

Neither of them heard Edmund as he had appeared in the doorway to the suite and when his arrogant calculating voice penetrated the atmosphere of the room, Olivia flinched inside and saw Jeffrey tense visibly as well. They both turned to look at Edmund as he spoke, imperiously, almost as if he were offended that they could ascertain the identities of their costumed personas.

“Why he’s James Bond of course, 007, super spy, procurer of the crown, ladies man, very appropriate I think.”
Edmund made a sweeping gallant gesture with one arm, his gaze now on Olivia as he continued to speak.

“And you my dear Olivia…looking positively brilliant…are Mata Hari…seductress…betrayer…I think it’s quite fitting don’t you?”

Jeffrey spoke with diffidence, letting his eyes rest upon Edmund’s elaborate garb.

“And who the hell are you supposed to be?” Edmund’s lips curled into a malicious smile.

“Jeffrey, you disappoint me yet again. I, of course, am Edmund Dantes, the Count of Monte Cristo, the dashing elite merchant, wrongfully imprisoned by his jealous friends, only to escape from his incarceration and exact his dreadful vengeance on those who betrayed him.”

As Edmund trained his malevolent gaze upon Olivia, Jeffrey moved to stand protectively closer to her. Jeffrey’s strained voice flowed, moving around his jaw, clenched with antagonism.

“That's enough, Edmund.”

Fury burst brutally into Edmund’s face, his hard hands clenched at his sides, now curled into fists. Slowly Edmund moved his hand to the ornate dagger encased within the sheath upon his belt, his fingers lightly caressing the handle and the Edmund’s rage dissipated and was replaced with his usual conceit as he addressed Jeffrey.

“Always the master manipulator, nice attempt really, but no one, especially you Jeffrey, is going to rob me of my triumph. No Jeffrey, you and I will see our dance to the last vestiges of the music. It will end only when I will it to end. I suggest you both use this time to rest. I want you both in top form for the festivities tonight.”

With that Edmund turned on his heel and was gone from the room, leaving Jeffery and Olivia alone with one another, to come to grips with the iniquitous events to come.

TBC…

Poetrywife, I just discovered fanfiction about 2 wks ago, thanks to the ladies on V-comm. I have quickly become addicted. Today I discovered there is fan-fiction on V-comm itself. I am really enjoying this story and can't wait to see how it will end. Keep the chapters coming, but be sure to take good care of our girls!

I am awaiting the next chapter with a whole lot of excitement! Please do hurry up:)
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poetrywife I simply love the way you write...I can't wait for the next chapter.

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OTALIA MYSTERY: ATONEMENT

***PART ELEVEN***

Natalia sat on the bed of her hotel room, weary and uncomfortable as Cyrus moved easily to sit next to her. He casually held out a glass of water to her and Natalia took it silently, sipping gratefully from the glass. Cyrus spoke gently.

“Better?”

“Yes.” Natalia felt the heat of a self-conscious blush fill her face and it frustrated her, angered her even. Cyrus was speaking again, quietly.

“It’s okay ya know.” Natalia spoke, inwardly berating herself.

“Okay that I totally lost it, again, that I became this weeping basket case in your arms just now? No, the last thing that is, is okay.”

Cyrus placed his hand gently over Natalia’s causing her to look at him.

“Seems to me that you’ve been incredibly strong and alone in this from the start, being there for your kids, trying everything you can to find Olivia, to help her. That’s bloody more than okay in my book”

Natalia looked at Cyrus, a resurfacing of her gratitude toward him briefly residing in her heart. Then Cyrus simply slipped his hand from hers, got up from the bed and moved easily to the table. He picked up the newspaper and held it out to her.

“I think maybe you should take a gander at this.”

Natalia got up from the bed, moved to stand next to Cyrus and took the newspaper from him. She perused the page, its primary headline astonishing her. Natalia found herself reading aloud.

“Springfield Hotel Magnet to attend Annual Mosque Ball.” There next to the headline was a very flattering picture of Olivia.

The Mosque Ball was to be held in the magnificent palace which had once housed the royal leaders of San Christobal. The palace now stood a monument to San Christobal’s illustrious past, when the ruling body of the island was a royal monarchy, when San Christobal had been a cultural paradise for the world to enjoy. Olivia would be in that palace tonight.

Natalia tried to quell the intense emotions swirling inside of her. She had found Olivia and tonight Natalia would confront Olivia, love her, help her. Natalia then looked at Cyrus, he was once again smiling, that wide, completely engaging smile of his.

“I think it’s high time we get ourselves to the nearest costume shop before all the good ones taken, don’t you?”

Natalia allowed herself a small smile as she looked back at Cyrus.

***

Edmund let himself enjoy the quiet, if only for a moment, the coolness of the spacious wine cellar enveloped him. The last part of his plan was now complete. The Mosque was a mere hours from commencing. Olivia and Jeffrey were firmly ensconced within his grasp and now things here in the palace were ready.

Edmund smiled to himself, marveling at life’s many unforeseen turns. His “eyes and ears” on the island had informed him just a short while ago about the unexpected gift which had just arrived in San Christobal, something that would make his revenge on Olivia, all the more sweet.

Edmund took one moment longer to examine the devices he had carefully hidden away within the wine cellar and casually pocketed the remote. Edmund then moved easily up the stairs carefully exiting the wine cellar and intent on tormenting his latest prey.

***

Before they were to leave to find costumes for the Mosque Ball, Natalia had asked Cyrus for a few moments to freshen up, to collect herself. Cyrus had readily agreed and was waiting for her.

Now Natalia stood in the elegant bathroom of the hotel room, gazing at herself in the mirror, grimacing at the tiredness in her face, the tinge of dark circles under her eyes. Natalia hurriedly splashed cool water against her face then quickly grabbed a the towel to pat it dry then just as quickly, restlessly, replacing the towel, trying to quell the nervousness she felt. Natalia breathed, moved from the bathroom and into the main area of the hotel room and instantly anxiety fell against her like a heavy curtain. Her heart hammered within her chest as she looked around the room, something wasn’t right.

Cautiously, Natalia took a step further into the room and then she saw Cyrus, sprawled face down in the middle of the floor. Fear gripped Natalia but before she could move to help Cyrus, Natalia felt the sudden painful sting, the coldness in her shoulder and as Natalia turned to face her assailant, Natalia saw only darkness as she slipped into unconsciousness.

***

Jeffrey and Olivia had spent their time in charged, restless distance from one another, each immersed in their own thoughts, in their own apprehensions of what would happen at the Mosque.

Olivia’s heart raced with desolate fury. She had spent many restless night regretting choices of her past but none more than now. Olivia’s hatred for Edmund, for his malevolent designs enveloped her, but deeper than the rage, despair wounded Olivia painfully. Olivia had always considered herself strong, a survivor, but here now, she was helpless as she had never been before. She was trapped. Olivia had no choice but to do what Edmund asked of her. Olivia could not stop the hot embittered tears from falling onto her face and then she felt Jeffrey move to stand beside her, felt his strong hand take hold of hers and Olivia looked at him.

Jeffrey looked back at her, his eyes fused with grim determination. Jeffrey’s strong face spoke of not giving up hope, of finding a way together, to survive this, of finding a way to move on from Edmund’s revenge. For the briefest of moments, Olivia allowed herself to hope, to draw strength from Jeffrey, as she knew he must be doing from her.

And then Olivia gently slipped her hand from Jeffrey’s, moved from the room and out onto the palatial veranda, a place that had become her refuge, her space away from the anguish of her current circumstance. Olivia stood and closed her eyes and then she began to pray.

“Okay God, look I don’t do this very often but I guess you already know that. Natalia is the one close to you, but you bringing her into my life, allowing her to love me, it’s made me able to open my heart to you. Because of Natalia, I have more faith in things, so I’m laying it all on the line, I need help here. Please, just let me find a way back to the life you gave me with Natalia. It means everything to me, she means everything to me. I just, I just need you to help me.”

Olivia wanted to say so much more but found that she could not, the rush of fresh hot tears flowing into her eyes, the depth of emotion encompassing her making it difficult to continue. So Olivia just stood, letting her tears freely fall, letting her thoughts drift to Natalia, the love of her life; Natalia’s beauty, Natalia’s goodness, Natalia’s faithfulness.

***

In Natalia’s dream, Olivia was there; so beautiful, so troubled, calling out to her but Natalia found herself unable to move to Olivia. Natalia felt herself reaching out to Olivia through the ominous, vast, darkness.

Natalia woke with a start, instantly overcome with harsh surges of dizziness and nausea. With difficulty Natalia opened her eyes to the dimly lit room. Where was she? Then Natalia remembered, she remembered with blossoming fear seeing Cyrus prone, unmoving on the floor of her hotel room. Natalia pushed herself into a sitting position fighting back the panic which that threatened to overtake her.

Natalia heard a soft click and sudden bright lamplight illuminated the room. Natalia blinked against it and when her eyes adjusted she saw him, sitting in a large comfortable armchair a few feet away from the bed, he gazed at Natalia openly with cold penetrating eyes, his voice cultured and cold drifted maliciously to her ears.

“I was beginning to think that you were going to sleep the day away. I’m glad to see I was mistaken.”

Natalia realized that the man sitting in the armchair, was Edmund Winslow, the realization causing the bitter chill of dread to flow through her. Natalia drew the blankets tighter around her body, defensibly, a feeble attempt at separating herself from Edmund, from her fear. Natalia tried to remain calm, to not give in to the powerful anxiety within her. Natalia had heard many things about this man, the evil things he had done to many residents of Springfield. People described Edmund Winslow as obsessive, calculating, and immoral. Edmund was speaking to her again drawing her away from her thoughts.

“I can see the wheels turning in that beautiful head of yours. I suppose you’re wondering why I brought you here.”

Natalia lifted her chin and attempted to speak with a defiance that she knew did not exist within her.

“I don’t care why. You have no right to keep me here. I want nothing to do with you. You need to let me go.”

Edmund gazed at Natalia arrogantly, his smile imprinted with ugliness.

“Oh I can’t do that. You see you’re trespassing on my island and I can’t have you interfering with my plans for Olivia.”

Natalia attempted to hide her shock, her fear, from Edmund. She tried to remain calm and indifferent but knowing that she was failing miserably. Realization stunned Natalia painfully this was why Olivia had left, why Olivia had chosen not to tell Natalia anything. All this time, Olivia had been trying to protect Natalia, protect their life, their children, from Edmund Winslow, from whatever had happened between them in Olivia’s past. Natalia spoke uneasily.

“What does Olivia have to do with you?”

Natalia saw the triumph, the arrogance, glimmering in Edmund’s ice blue eyes. Natalia tightened her grip on the blankets, apprehension engulfing her not wanting to hear but knowing that she needed to listen. Edmund leaned forward in the chair almost with the almost gleeful eagerness of a child holding onto a secret.

“Oh Natalia, I am so glad you asked me that question. You see Olivia has a debt to repay, to me. I summoned Olivia and she came just as I knew she would. I want to tell you a story. It’s time you learned the truth about the love of your life, who Olivia Spencer used to be, who she really is. It’s time for you to accept the truth, that some things, some people, never change.

TBC...

Ok, poetrywife, you've got me! I am hooked, line and sinkered for the rest of this story!!! All I can say is thank to the powers of the universe that you have a gift.....! Doesn't it take alot of energy to write? Keep it coming!!!

Oh, I forgot to say.....I hope Natalia kicks some ass!

wow, again you have me mesmerized! Great writing, i'm looking forward to read the next chapter. And i tatally agree with @cscgal, i hope we get to see the furious side of Natalia!:)

Don't freakin stop!!!!

Ok poetrywife, do I have to beg to read some more of your story! OK, I'm on my knees begging, please, please, pleeeeaaaasssseeeee!!!!! OK, what about a subscription to read more from you!? LOL.......Love reading what you write! Am I the only one who is willing to beg in here? LOL

Thank U all for for great comments...and encouragement...I am working toward the ending of this story...I only hope it can live up to your expectations...and yes, I love Natalia when she shows her fiesty side *smile* Thank U again....more soon, I promise...

U Guys R so Nice!

i love it. Can't get enough. Yes, love that feisty side of Natalia. what a wonderful story line can't wait to read the end.

poetrywife said,

Thank U all for for great comments...and encouragement...I am working toward the ending of this story...I only hope it can live up to your expectations...and yes, I love Natalia when she shows her fiesty side *smile* Thank U again....more soon, I promise...
U Guys R so Nice!

no pressure, but I'm hanging on the edge of my seat! LOL!

i'm waiting for the next episode, i'm on egde. I'm checking the site daily, so please hurry a bit up?:)