YA, Urban, Romantic Suspense
Date Published: 08-02-2022
To have or not to hold, from this day forth. How our story ends, teeters in
the balance, yet to be told. The door to my darkest secret was unlocked.
Through many struggles I learned that Justin is the key. But if a tragic
death occurs when you’re supposed to say, “I do”, is fate telling
me that we are doomed. After all, isn’t our relationship a forbidden romance
that’s not meant to be? Doubt, despair, and a devastating reality; only God
knows if it will be till fate do us part.
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Episode 1. – The Rising Tides
Episode 2. – Hit and Run
Episode 3. – Perception of Palms
Excerpt
The tremors begin lightly. Nothing concerning at first, but then they
increase more and more by the minute. Justin is sitting next to me, and his
head snaps in my direction. He’s not a fan of flying. “Just
turbulence,” I relay to him. He nods, although the creases on his
forehead linger.
The plane jerks
violently, causing me and many other people to gasp. After another sharp
jolt, Justin grabs my hand, squeezing it tightly. I must admit, my concern
is growing. I’ve flown less than a handful of times in my life and
have never experienced turbulence this intense.
The pilot comes on
overhead. “Everyone, please be seated and fasten your seatbelts.
We’ve entered a storm, and we need to fly above it.”
The flight attendants
stop serving drinks and snacks, returning quickly toward the front to buckle
in.
One man decides not to
listen. “I gotta take a leak,” he says, continuing to the
restroom.
The plane takes a
nosedive. This rapid movement startles me. We’re supposed to fly above
the storm—not dive down. The guy who refused to sit regrets his
decision. He’s flung over a seat onto another passenger. The person
he’s on top of makes their unhappiness known, using a few choice
words. Unfortunately, the man can’t move much with the gravity
shift.
The plane levels out for
a spell, only to yank swiftly downward again. My heart is pounding. Is the
plane struggling through the storm, or it is malfunctioning?
At this point, I’m
holding onto Justin’s hand as tightly as he’s clinging onto
mine. Flying is supposed to be safe. Planes rarely crash. With the way the
plane is shaking, I’m having a hard time convincing myself with the
statistics.
Other passengers’
worry begins to show. “What’s happening?” a man
asks.
“Are we going to
crash?” a lady gasps.
“Are we going to
die!” another woman shouts.
“It’s going
to be rough for few minutes while I maneuver through the storm,” the
pilot says overhead, trying to keep everyone calm.
With the plane on its
chaotic course, his words aren’t reassuring. The plane jerks more
intently, causing several people to scream. The hardhead who didn’t
buckle up is holding onto the person he fell on top of for dear life. I
think they’re too frightened to complain. Mixed emotions echo around
me. Some passengers are swearing, others are freaking out. We’re all
terrified now.
Justin and I glance at
each other, of one accord. I can understand the meaning in his eyes without
words. No matter the outcome—we’re in this to together. To have
and to hold, through sickness and in health. That’s what we are here
for.
The plane attempts to
move upward, then it jolts viciously downward like a roller coaster
plummeting over the peak. My stomach shoots to my mouth—suspended in
mid-air.
At this point, I close my
eyes and start to pray silently. I ask for forgiveness of my sins. I beg for
this not to be the end, because my life is only beginning. If it’s the
end—I pray for it to be quick.
I don’t care what
anyone says—prayer works. The plane rises higher and higher. Finally,
it crests the storm. The turbulence ceases and it’s like we’re
in the calm of the eye. The pilot announces that we’ve cleared the
terrible weather and apologizes for the scare. Everyone cheers—relief
is circulating through the air.
My chest begins to feel
lighter with each passing breath. I glance out the window in wonder. Where
we are, the sky is filled with fluffy, white clouds. Below us, I see
lightening flashing with grizzly, opaque clouds. It’s eerie watching
the storm from above as it manifests. Thankfully, we’re no longer
inside it.
Justin finally releases
my hand. “That was a close call.”
“Yeah, it was
scary. But we always make it through together.”
“Till death do us
part.”
About the Author
B. Truly has wanted to be an author since she was fifteen years old. She is
grateful to have accomplished this dream. B. Truly has very vivid dreams and
a wild imagination. She likes to read, watch tons of TV shows, and movies.
She’s addicted to romance and gets a thrill out of suspense and
sci-fi. She writes young adult, new adult, and adult romance, sci-fi,
dystopian, paranormal, and urban genres.
B. Truly likes to explore conflicted plots of romance with thrilling
twists. She also loves creating impossible situations for her characters to
grow from and try to overcome.
B. Truly has three wonderful children, and a husband who defines the person
that she is today. She works full-time as an Ultrasound technologist in
Houston, Texas.
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