Eternally Yours Read Online Kenya Wright

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
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No!

I coughed and gasped for air, unable to get a good rhythm of breathing back.

“I hate you!” Estelle crawled away from me. “He came so easy to you!”

Clawing at my throat, I choked on burning pain.

Soon, Estelle was back in front of me and pointing the gun at my forehead.

Blood rushed to my ears.

“Hold on, guys!” Horace yelled. “Does she have a gun?! What is going on?!”

Estelle twisted her face in cruel anger. “You will never have him!”

I let out a delirious laugh. “I already have him!”

Screaming, she pulled the trigger.

The bullet shot out and pierced my forehead.

Everyone screamed in horror around us.

Darkness crept around the edges of my vision.

That's okay, bitch. I'll be back.

The last thing I heard before everything faded was another gun shot, and more people screaming.

Did she kill herself?

Next, Remember the Time sounded around me.

Opening my eyes, I slowly curved my lips into a wicked smile.

Of course, I was back in my same position.

“Yes. I love M.J!” Claire exclaimed.

Estelle snapped her fingers to the song's beat.

I stared at her.

Round two.

Claire yelled over the song. “Hey, Maya! I have a special something—”

I pounced on Estelle like a wild animal, yanking her hair and dragging her down to the limo floor.

She let out a piercing shriek of agony.

I wasted no time and punched her in the face. My fist colliding with her jaw. It wasn't as hard as her force, but it did the job.

Horace yelled, “What the hell is going on?!”

Shock filled her eyes as she grabbed her jaw.

Taking no chances, I got off her and fast-crawled to her seat.

Get the gun. Get the gun.

But, before I could make it to the purse on her seat, she grabbed the hem of my gown and pulled me back.

I kicked at her.

“Ladies! Ladies!” Horace rushed to Estelle and grabbed her.

Bernard somehow got in front of me. “Calm down, Maya!”

“Move!” I tried to dodge him. “Get out of my way!”

Horace screamed in pain. “What the fuck?!”

Quickly, I glanced over my shoulder.

Horace held his face.

Estelle rushed past me, surely trying to get to the gun in her purse.

I slammed into her as hard as I could, causing us to both crash into the limo door.

The impact reverberated through my body. The metal door bent, and the window cracked.

I grabbed her head and slammed it into the glass. The door buckled under the force of our collision.

I slammed her head into the glass again.

Glass shattered around us.

Then, the door swung open.

Shit!

We tumbled out of the moving limo.

Screaming, we gripped each other and crashed onto the asphalt. The back of my head connected to the gravel with a solid, sickening thud.

Ah!

Horns blared.

Dizzy, I looked up.

A truck barreled toward us. It's grill an open mouth of steel teeth. It's bright head lights were the eyes of a large beast.

The tires screeched, but I knew it was too late.

No!

And then there was heavy steal smashing into me. Next, molten agony exploding in my cells.

Finally, the world around me began to dissolve and reform, resetting the cycle once more.

My body spun, and I relaxed, letting the transformation take me over.

It didn't matter how many times we would have to do this. I would fight again, and again, and again, until I found a way to break free from this endless cycle of death and rebirth that she had triggered.

Bring it!

When I felt my body stop moving, I waited for the song.

Come on, M.J.

Then, the notes rose in my ears and, Remember the Time played.

Okay.

Opening my eyes, I swallowed and considered the earlier moments.

There was one thing I had to admit. Estelle was not only a master at puzzles or planning to kill me, but she had a nice right hook.

The bitch wouldn't be as easy as I thought to get.

I gazed around the limo at everyone dancing.

And they will get in my way or distract me while I'm getting that gun.

“Hey!” I raised my hands in the air and waved them.

Everyone turned to me.

Then, I pointed at Claire. “Horace is having sex with her.”

Claire gasped.

I pointed to Ryan. “You have her panties in your purse. She's going to deny it, but you know you've been smelling Chanel No 5.”

Ryan dropped his glass of champagne. “I have.”

Horace opened his mouth in shock.

I pointed to him. “And, you're fired.”

He shook his head. “Wait. What?”

“For stealing money from me, Claire told me everything.”

“I-I did not!” Claire held her hands in front of her. “Horace, I swear. I kept it all a secret.”

They erupted into arguing—screaming, pointing their fingers, and blaming each other. Tears streamed down their faces. Curses flew through the air. Hands fisted, and panties flew everywhere.

It was all a beautiful chaos to keep them from getting in my way.

There we go.

I turned to Estelle.

She watched me.

“I think that. . .” I held out my hands. “You're my only friend on this limo.”


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