THE BEAST AND HIS LOVE FOR CHOCOLATE (ManxMan)

1.CHAPTER

1.CHAPTER

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WARNING!!!!!

FOR THOSE WHO ARE ABOUT TO READ, PLEASE NOTE THAT THERE ARE NO QUOTATION MARKS ON THE FIRST 12 CHAPTERS, THE REASON FOR IT IS, THAT THIS IS MY VERY FIRST BOOK WRITTEN FOR OTHERS TO READ, THE WAY ITS WRITTEN IS HOW I USED TO WRITE WHEN I WAS YOUNGER AND USUALLY I WAS THE ONLY ONE READING IT, AND I WAS NOT FAMILIAR AT ALL WITH THE WRITING, SO PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR THAT, AT CHAPTER 13 I FOUND OUT ABOUT ALL THE IMPORTANT DETAILS AND I BEGIN FROM THEN ON, BUT I DECIDED TO FINISH THE BOOK FIRST AND THEN COME BACK TO EDIT THE EARLIER CHAPTERS, TO GIVE MY READERS A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF THE WHOLE THING. I AM REALLY SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING ^_^

Sylver point of view:

"Shit, shit, shit" I scream as I look at the time flashing across the small red clock sitting on the rustic unpainted wooden night table, nestle in the corner of the small space of my bedroom next to my equally small bed. Seconds past and my glaring eyes still haven't left the clock- as if looking at the accursed screaming thing would change time for me-  I even want to lie to myself and pretend that what I'm reading is not really the time but alas I can't seems to trick my eyes into believing me. From the sheet cocoon wrap around my body, I just continue to glare at the thing until my mind rapidly begin to work and immediately it screams, 'Bitch you're going to be late for work', just as soon as those words penetrate my mind, I begin scrambling  to get out of bed and the cocoon I find myself tangle up in, I hit my toes on one of the lower supports of the bed as I got tangled up once again in the sheets while trying to hurry.

"Dammit!!" I curse once more after five (5) minutes of  continuing fight with those sheets for my freedom; I really don't know why I always get tangle up, but I'm assuming that its because of the way I sleep, like a worm all curled up in the sheets from head to toe. But enough about my sleeping habits, rather I need to be focus on more important things, like, taking a shower and getting to work- on time- or I will be in lots of trouble with my floor manager, even though I am a section manager myself, she always find any little thing as an excuse to have a go at me, bottom line, the bitch hates me and I don't even know why, she just hated me for no good reason from the moment I begin working there.

Anywho enough about her, I will deal with her and her hate for me later, right now its time for me to get ready and get my ass to work. My struggle continue still for a few more minutes before I could taste my freedom and then voila, I was free as a bird, wiggling about I shake my hips from side to side 'Sylver Amati Reid, keep shaking your ass like that, lets see if you continue to do so when you're a$$ is fired' at the words of the inner me my hips slowed stops abruptly as once again I am hit by the unchanging fact... I am late for work. I scream in my head while scrambling at the same time, weird I know, but I really need to hurry.