The Bryson Blood Wars by Cynthia Blue, Nyeshia Read Free Book Online

haunted her for a long time. She wanted to give her virginity to the love of her life on their wedding night. Not have it taken away in the backseat of her sister’s car by her disgusting evil brother-in-law. Ever since then she felt like damaged goods. She tried to be perfect in order to mask that but after a while, it began to take its toll and she finally broke down and burst into tears in Sharp’s loving arms. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be pure for you.” 
                  I’m glad that fucking bastard is dead! Sharp angrily thought to himself as he continued to comfort Clover in his arms. Sharp felt guilty that he wasn’t there to protect Clover and that he didn’t catch on to Kayson’s trick to get to her before it was too late. Colton, Laliyka and Clover’s parents taught Sharp not to blame himself and to be supportive for Clover in her time of need. “Baby, you know that wasn’t your fault. Kayson was a sick bastard that got what he deserved. How long have you kept this bottled up?”
                  “A long time,” Clover answered with a sniffle.
                  “Clover listen to me. You are a beautiful pure woman. Don’t let that sick fuck make you think and feel otherwise.” Clover was always pure in Sharp’s eyes and he needed to show her. He came up with an idea and he hoped it’ll work. “I like to tell you a story, if that’s okay?” Clover nodded in agreement. “It’s a fairy tale.”
                  “You hate fairy tales,” Clover said as she used the back of her hand to wipe away her tears.
                  “I know but this is the only one I like,” Sharp said.
                  “All right, what’s the title?” Clover asked and sat up to give Sharp her full attention.
                  “October 1, 1999,” Sharp answered.
                  “Why does this title sound familiar?” Clover had a pretty good idea where Sharp was going with this.
                  Sharp gently tweaked Clover’s nose and said in a playfully stern way. “Hush woman and let me tell the story.”
                  “Yes sir.” Clover said with a giggle. Good start. Sharp thought.
                  “All right then,” Sharp said before telling the story. “Once upon a time in Dallas, Texas there lived a handsome young prince with smooth dark brown skin with an irresistible sexy muscular body to match. His life was good until his mother committed suicide. For the past two years she fell into a deep depression because her husband whom she loved with all her heart left her for a younger woman. The prince was devastated because he and his mother were very close. Of course, he had to move in with his father and stepmother and the tension in the home was solid thick. Things got worse the day of the funeral. The prince’s older brother who he always looked up to arrived for the occasion with his beautiful daughter. It was a lovely ceremony until the father showed up with his young bride all over each other like a couple in love. That did it for the prince. He refused to stand idly by and tolerate the blatant disrespect of his mother at her funeral. The prince rolled up on the couple and gave them a piece of his mind. Things really got ugly when the prince called his stepmother a home-wrecking bitch. The father punched the prince and ordered him to pack his shit and never come back. That was the last time the prince saw or spoke to his father. The prince moved to Atlanta, Georgia with his brother and niece. They did their best to cheer up the prince and help him adjust to his new surroundings but to no avail. The prince was deep in his personal melancholy. That all changed for the prince on October 1, 1999. It was the first day at his new school. At first the prince felt isolated and alone. Later that day he was eating lunch at a table by himself when all of the sudden he looked