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"D.N.A.- Nothing Would Ever Be The Same" by Ey Wade on Ganxy
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D.N.A.-Nothing Would Ever Be The Same
Debney's world falls apart on her 18th birthday when she discovers everything she thought she knew about herself is a lie. Now it's a race to find out what happens first - graduation or motherhood. She's not interested in romance, she has a family mystery to unravel, but someone is waiting to step into some pretty big shoes and turn her life upside down one more time. Visit Debney's journal for excerpts. http://bit.ly/Debjrnl
Lifting her head and lowering it just as quickly when her gaze smacked straight into the concerned eyes of Giante’ De Vicari, Debney sighed and cursed under her breath irritably. Not bothering to answer she continued on her measured course down, the action successfully causing him to move with her.
Gianté walked down the stairs backward and directly in front of her, his left hand sliding unhurriedly down the rail with his the arm held stiffly, successfully giving the impression he would protect her from falling. His hands were huge, smooth and long-fingered. And from what she tried hard not to remember, extremely gentle. She felt the heat rise in her face as quickly as the shame entered her thoughts. Above all the others, she remembered him. Every thought she ever had of him caused her to
If the imminent danger of falling wasn’t weighing heavily on her mind, she would have closed her eyes to avoid the compassion in his.
"You know, it wouldn’t hurt you to pretend you know me, Debney. Hell, we’ve spent every summer together for as long as I can remember. I’m just worried about you, Deb." His voice softened as he whispered the last part.
"I’m fine." Her voice came out in little more than a whisper. It had been days since anyone had spoken to her. Weeks, if you subtracted the cruel, sarcastic tones of voices. She quickened her steps, trying to brush past him as soon as her feet hit solid ground, but he, as usual, blocked her path.
"I haven’t seen you in a while. What with football practice and Spring Break, I haven’t had time to roam the halls, but I’ve missed you."
He bent down a little to try and see her face through the curtain of her thick, dark hair. His smile was encouraging, and the only thing she could see of his face without boldly throwing her head back. No way would she be doing that, she just didn’t feel brave enough to follow through.
The last time she let her emotions rule her actions all hell had fallen into her life. She kept her head down and watched her hands gently rubbing her stomach as she encouraged herself to respond. "That’s fine Gianté, it didn't matter. Everything has been the same." She sucked in a deep breath and tried to go around him, but was forestalled by his evasive movements. "Can you get out of the way? I have things I need to do before the bell rings."
"Why do you always run from me, Debney?"
Closing her eyes briefly, Debney sighed deeply. She just didn’t have time for an interrogation. She knew anything she did out of her ordinary habit of scurrying through the crowd would draw unwanted attention in her direction. Standing still in the middle of the hallway was something she avoided as much as possible. When it came to finding a victim for harassment, she was the biggest target and she preferred to be a moving one.
Peering around his shoulder at the students in the hallway, she took a steadying breath. Maybe if she let him have a few moments of conversation he would hurry and move and she would be free to go on her way. Pressured beyond belief, knowing she had a short space of time to get through the hallway to the restroom and yet not willing to give him access to such information, she feigned irritation, executed her best wiggling neck in the current, attitudinal, broken-hinged fashion and answered louder than necessary.
"Why do you always stand in my way, Giant?" her irritation at being confronted plainly showing.
"You know I don't like you calling me that, Deb."
Of course she knew. He had been teased with the
nickname from the third grade onward. Ever since kindergarten, he’d been shoulders and head taller than the other boys his age, and after the summer of their fifth grade year, he’d outgrown those same boys by another nine inches. Tossing her head back to clear the hair from her face, she commanded herself to look him boldly in the eyes and immediately disobeyed.
At almost seven feet tall, Gianté looked like a god. A tall, muscular, well-built, beautiful Asian god and she loved.
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Nothing hurts worse than when a relationship ends. Except when you could've avoided it.
He watched her as she approached slowly, her fingers twisting and untwisting around and into each other, bottom lip pouting and trembling, a solitary tear resting on the tip of her lower lashes. This was the hardest thing he’d ever done in life, but it had to be done. As much as he wanted to grab her up and hold her in his arms, he had to back away and let her figure out what she wanted with her future. He could no longer pretend he didn’t care as much as he really did. Stifling his urges, his passion, his love, while waiting for her “to be sure,” was breaking his heart. He had to call the relationship off.
Carmella heard the words Franklin was saying, but couldn’t comprehend. She could see his lips moving, but her mind was blocking her ability to put the sentences in any logical context. What was he saying? She shook her head to clear the fog, but it didn’t help. She no more wanted to hear him than she wanted to hear what he was saying. Was he really saying they should break-up?
“What are you saying?” Her voice came out in barely a whisper.
“I’m saying this is not working for me. I can’t keep coming here day in and out and not know how I will find you. What frame of mind will you be in? Will you love me or will you push me away? I can’t take it anymore. I can’t be the toad you kick around because you aren’t ready to have a prince in your life. I’ve been telling you this for days now. Call me when you’re ready to stop thwarting my every effort to make this relationship work."
Sighing heavily, Bernard closed his eyes for a second before looking in Ivy’s direction. He was angry and hurt. The hurt over ruled so much all he wanted to do was cry, but not in front of her.It was all that he could do to keep himself from running out of the building like a heartbroken little girl,the dismay and disbelief ran that deep. He pinched the space between his eyes to calm himself.
“Ivy, I can’t even tell you how I feel about this. I’ve mentioned it many times before. So many times, in fact, that I am beginning to think I sound needy. I’m finding it very hard to believe there is nothing going on between you and Nathaniel. You say you’re trying to match him with Lillie-Rose and yet I never see him with her. I always seem to find you huddled next to him, you smiling up at him or you deep in conversation. I can’t handle myself being so jealous and if you’re trying to play some kind of game to keep me in this emotional hell, I have to tell you, it hurts. Do you even realize what you are doing to me? Can you imagine how you make me feel?”
Holding back the tears shoving to escape, he paused to clear his throat and grab the reins of his emotions. The small action bolstering his determination to show her he had become tired of the ridiculous peek-a-boo she’d been playing with their relationship. Four months of love-me-love-me-not, had taken its toll.
“I don’t know what you were trying to prove with the little scenario you were delivering with such perfection, Ivy, or whether or not Nathaniel is a part of it, all I can tell you is this, you’re killing me. I can’t prove myself any better than I already have. If you’re trying to make me jealous or you’re,” he paused to clear his throat again. “Or you’re really in a relationship with him; I need you to understand I will not stand around and watch as you try to pull together some fanciful fairytale life. If I haven’t shown myself to be yours by now, then I never will. When you get your story straight, call me.” He stepped back and reached for the handle of the door. “You know where you can find me. I’ll be the one standing next to the white horse.”
“Okay Lillie-Rose, don’t answer me. I’m just going to have to believe what he has told me. You regretted breaking up after losing his child and then I come into the picture and make him see where he messed up. I’m going to have to believe you two never really ended the relationship you had as kids and I’m going to step out of the picture.” Without another word Nathaniel turned to walk out of the door.
Rushing forward, she made to grab for his shirt tail and missed as he slipped through the opening, closing it softly behind him.
When Clouds Touch
Paisley always had everything going for her and everything against her. Born with albinism and a bad heart, she's lived under the watchful eye and controlling hand of her father all her life. But it seems her fate was already written in the skies when she keeps meeting a man who is as determined to let her live as her father is to keep her alive. Some beautiful love and romance flows between Paisley and Malachi http://whencloudstouch.blogspot.com
The younger of Paisley’s two brothers held the small amulet by the string, swinging it back and forth. “Ewww, are you telling us you’re pregnant, Paisley?”
And a sneak peak of RIBBONS & BELLE a story where terrible choices are made for love. Coming 2016. http://ribbonsandbelle.blogspot.com
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"Awwww, thank you, sweetie." Sorry to burst in the conversation, " Nadine 's mom flopped her ample bottom on the cushion next to Debney. " I just came in to bring you a plate of food. Anyway, I can stay sec., but let me tell you, this little girl here is the best. Not forgetting my Nadine, but Debney is the daughter any sane mother would be proud of. Super smart, loves and takes care of her brothers, extremely obedient, even if her mom is as cray as can be. And loyal. Oh, and she can cooking and do chores without complaining. I'm really proud of her. So, gotta go. Be sure you eat this, girl" She puts the covered dish in the spot where she was sitting and rushes out the house.
-Well, there you go. Enjoy the rest of the summaries...
D. N. A. – Nothing Would Ever be the Same, and it sounds very intriguing. What’s also intriguing is the way Wade handled the “ If Mom Told the Story” summary rewrite challenge. She did a brief summary of her novel from the perspective of three different mothers from the novel. I have to admit, my curiosity is piqued. You’ll find links to where you can find the novel below. If you enjoy what you read, leave a comment and scroll back to the other Mom summaries. ~
~Nicole Armstrong (Debney’s mother): I know people may see my actions in Debney's story as wrong and the facsimile of heartless and dysfunctional. I'm not even going to justify anything I have done. I lived for me, my joy in life, my satisfaction. After all, she wasn't supposed to be in the picture, anyway.
In the spirit of Juno by Diablo Cody-
D.N.A. is the story of a teen surviving through the
questionable death of her highly dysfunctional family,
bullying from peers,and an unplanned pregnancy.
D.N.A. pulls no punches at being
an NA drama filled with
angst, heartbreak, suspense and deep
My Life on the Brink
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But in this case it did and author Ey Wade did an excellent job with the plot and the emotional aspect.
I mentioned a dysfunctional family earlier, but the nice thing about this story is you don't realize the severity until the story unfolds. From every corner of her life Debney is challenged, and to see how she handles it...well you need to pick up this novel and if you know a teenager, place one in their hands for required reading.
Ms. Wade rolls out this story beautifully with impeccable timing. I was so engrossed and totally shocked at Debney's mother...the real reason I believe this book is called D.N.A.
A highly recommended read!
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