Unholy Pursuit: The Devil on My Trail: The First Book of The UnHoly Pursuit Saga

Bea's Thanksgiving

  Thanksgiving Day follow an enormous Holiday on the scene of the years' logs of special occasions, at that point comes Black Friday. The day customers, worldwide go insane. We won't be trapped in the frightening experience in light of the fact that my mother and I are bankrupt.

We live in neediness.

Helpless people on the run don't praise occasions.

I know, I know, nobody needs to find out about a little broke person of color. As per se the world, we don't exist.

Our adorable small longing faces look a lot of like "Les Misérables" or "Oliver Twist." Our sad little faces urge others probe themselves to search inside their miserly hearts and eat their false reverence.

To me, it's all simply one more day of attempting to remain alive.

To me, Bea Wyett, a young lady whom nobody cherishes except for her mom and obviously my family adores me, yet the rest of the world doesn't. They lecture fake twofold discussion about cherishing the children, however I realize they are lying. They don't give a diddly-squat about those like me.

To me, the world is only a major smelling rotting burial place. A burial ground filled of broken dreams and guarantees.

- - - BEA's THANKSGIVING - - -

In the Mather's family unit, Bea's in for an alternate sort of Thanksgiving than their typical daily practice.

 

 

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The Immortal Lover

 There's a longer free read of the book on Smashwords than Amazon. The romance is steamy.  Very seamy.

 

Prologue

“All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.”

― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

Down through the ages of human history his name has been heard and often feared. He's known by many names; king of hell, demon, destroyer, all which is that wrong with the world. But many have known him in a different light. A tender light, a side of him rarely shown. He's the epic lover that legends are made from. Many believe he may have been Casanova, himself. Some say he's actually Eros. But a few have known for sure and lived to tell the story. His heavenly name is Azazael. His fallen name is Azazel.

 

 

The Immortal Lover 

 

 

 

 

Bea's Thanksgiving by A. White

Bea's Thanksgiving


 I finally got around to reading this one on my kindle  I have a tendency to load down lots of books. More than I can read.. It's a very good speculative fiction novel. It's the story about a preteen and her mother who travels a lot trying to escape those trying to kill them. The girl's name is Bea. She isn't trying to save the world. She's only trying to save her half-materialized friend's sister from being killed.

This is the first half of the book. It ended with Bea getting the help they needed. I don't know if Bea will be able to save Teagan's sister yet.
I think the author may have divided the book into two parts to keep it from being a big book.


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Thanksgiving Day is the next big Holiday on the scene, then comes Black Friday. The day shoppers, world-wide go crazy. We won't be caught in the harrowing experience because my mom and I are broke.
We live in poverty.
Poor folks on the run don't celebrate holidays.

I know, I know, no one wants to hear about a little broke black girl. According to the world, we don't exist.

Our cute little yearning faces look too much like "Les Misérables" or "Oliver Twist." Our faces force others to look within their stingy hearts and eat their hypocrisy.

To me, it's all just another day of trying to stay alive.
To me, Bea Wyett, a little girl whom no one loves but her mother and of course my family loves me, but the outside world doesn't. They preach phony double-talk about loving the kids, but I know they are lying. They don't give a diddly-squat about those like me.

To me, the world is nothing but a big stinking festering tomb. A graveyard filled of broken dreams and promises.

--------------------------------------------BEA's THANKSGIVING---------------------------------------

In the Mather's household, Bea's in for a different kind of Thanksgiving than their normal routine.

UnholyPursuit:The Devil on My Trail a Novel: BEA'S HALLOWEEN

UnholyPursuit:The Devil on My Trail a Novel: BEA'S HALLOWEEN: Bea


 At the point when you're just eight years of age and your whole life have been arrangement of cross-country trips meeting new individuals and things. Life, through her eyes, is typical. This is all she knows. Indeed, even along these lines, there are customarily perilous experiences with humankind and the otherworldly similar. Living on the edge you grow up not realizing what's in store. You become insensitive at an early age. Sobbing and sorrow at the primary indications of stress isn't an extravagance one can bear. Social meaning of 'Regularity' isn't a piece of your jargon. She knows she's not normal for any young lady she has met in a greater number of ways than imagined from the start. In any case, in her eyes she's only a typical eight-year-old young lady.

The mercilessness and underhandedness that sneak inside the obscure domain of endurance gazes at her consistently as she a few days long for at any rate a semi-ordinary life. It forcefully detonates on the scene of her young life for a long time. After quite a long time after year with apparently no end as far as anyone can tell. The main thing practically intolerable delightful she knows is her mom's unqualified love and commitment to her. It is genuine and solid. Her mom's that will to live and keep her alive is something she can generally depend up. Her mom, Ana, has demonstrated on many occasions there's no more noteworthy love than a Mother for her kid.

Breanna's longing for carrying on with a typical life in a universe of fractiousness isn't out of reach, nor ridiculousness in her young eyes. It's her claim, through her eyes. She dreams one day it will occur and that she and her mom will at last be glad and safe. That this life of consistent risk and dread will some time or another be a blurred memory.

She has since quite a while ago become fatigued of any place they stop individuals don't getting them, nor care nothing of their situation. They're regularly advised to rethink their qualities and attempt to fit in their environmental factors.

Against her better wishes, to make Bea cheerful Ana endeavor to give Bea otherwise known as Deirdre Mastwood a typical life by letting her take an interest in the apparently innocuous convention of Trick or Treating. What would possible be able to turn out badly?

In their confound voyages, Bea enters another school and becomes a close acquaintance with a young lady named Cara who is an occupant of the town, Beaumont, TX. In any case, the town is significantly more than it appears outwardly. It has a dull mystery.

They unconsciously experience and steps into a more established request of things. Be that as it may, when push comes to scoop with this mother and girl group. The town has met its match. They're something nobody in Beaumont has ever observed. In any case, what Ana, Bea and all of Beaumont saw at Halloween is something none will ever overlook.

I like what I LIKE and anyone who don't like it can kiss my ass.

I know, I know you are supposed to follow the crowd and like whatever everyone like.  But sometimes the crowds has the taste in books of a woodlice.  I'm a bit tired of sex being used as book fillers. No dialogue, no real reason why they are having sex, they are just doing it.

I want something to happen before and besides the couple start screwing each others' brains out. Anyone can write out their sexual fantasies. That's not hard to do.

Just recently I was reading a book started out with the woman shaving her pubic hair. Ok, she was getting ready for an celebration. So??? I'm a woman. I don't want to read about some chick shaving her choocie. I got so disgusted I threw it across the room. Every five pages were a sex act. Who were they writing for? Playboy?

 Just to look at the cover of The Immortal Lover you wouldn't think this is a hot book because the publisher didn't put half naked people with their asses out on the cover. I like the fact Ana and Azazel do something else beside screw each other. To me, that's what make a book hot. He's romantic although he's a manwhore. There is no other name to call him. But the old dog truly loves Ana and melts and stop misbehaving every time she is with him.



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Truthfully, I thought the author was going to change course after reading their first book and turn it into a rendezvous of Azazel screwing Ana in position a human body can contour into as so many authors do to compete with the smut literature.  But they didn't. They kept it on the same course of an old fashioned love and romantic. I'm talking about real love not just two people who are sexually attractive to each other.

As bad as Azazel is and believe me...he's mean as dog to everyone else except Ana. He still treats her like a queen.