Andrew’s Dilemma

Part 19

By, Cain129

Special Thanks to Wren Phoenix for the editing.

Synopsis: Up to this point, Jessica has been kept safe from her father but a net is beginning to close around her, Rocco has figured out who Jessica really is, and her mother Sarah suspects that the girl she saw at the hospital was really Andrew. The question is, now that Rocco knows the truth that Andrew and Jessica are the same person, how long will it be before Vincent puts the pieces together and tells Jake.

At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole
Chapter 66 Kates story

I realized that Kate was right. It wasn’t that my curiosity hadn’t been fully satisfied but I did still feel there was a lot more to find out about Kate and her family and the links between he father and my real birth mother.

I could sense what Julie would be saying if she were with us. She’d be nudging me to ask more questions yet I felt tongue tied for a few moments and I guess I was still in awe of Kate who after all was my boss.

The plot thickens, and things are starting to get a lot darker.
Surely there is more to this than Eric, now Erica, owing Fat Steve  £500?

He slipped into the nightgown and slowly Tracy began to be emerge. When she was fully there, she went into the kitchen where her grandmother was waiting, already working on her crossword. Tracy stopped by her grandmother long enough to give her a light kiss on the cheek. “Morning Grandma.” She said as she moved to the cupboard that held the skillets.

“Sure thing sweetie. You just let me know when you need help.”

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Jacquimac

Part Three

War and Peace

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Jacquimac

Part Fifteen

We met with high ranking officers from both sides, the findings of the investigation were revealed to the allied forces and we were once again subjected to a full physical examination. Statements were taken from the relevant people and everything was sent back home by courier, we couldn`t do anything now but wait.

“Oh God baby, why didn't you let anyone know you were home. You got us all worried.” Maggie said, kissing his cheek.

“You can handle it, but you wont yell in my house, not till I'm dead and gone, understand me?” Troy's grandmother was shorter then his father, but she didn't bat an eye as she stood there. “Now he was on the property, but he couldn't really tell anyone he was here if he was sleeping, now can he.”

Wow. It's been a while since i've written anything for you all.
Ok, without giving too much away about this story; it's got some mafia stuff in, some conspiracy stuff, and a boy on the run. Enjoy!

Please see notes at end

It’s another sad day for the sky is filled with dark clouds.
It’s been like this for many days, and the rain just never seems to go away.
Oh how I wish I could go out and play, but what fun would it be anyway.
I no longer laugh and I can’t smile, why must I live a life of denial.
Ashamed of what others might think, the pills still in my hand ready to swallow.
Some people told me to pray, but why bother, god hates me anyway.
Some wish I was dead, others want me to move ahead.
As the pain becomes too much to bear, I find there is no end to the fear.