The Sweetest Thing....

This is the story of how beauty fell in love with beast. Beauty being Jamelia Glowheart ,a tough cookie who hides from the world and from a painful past .And beast being Hayven Claw who's far from beastly with his wild charming looks and charisma. But he's a womanizing beast, a trouble-making reckless bachelor who happens to be son of a millionaire. So what happens when Jamelia emerges from her baggy hoods and Hayven's not just the rich brat she thinks he is. They both know falling in love is dangerous so what happens when the prince runs away with the pauper, what happens when a girl who's been on the run all her life shoved from pillar to post finds him, finds her safe Hayven? Well all I can say is it's The Sweetest Thing but why don't you find out for yourself......

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1. Prologue

 

 

Normal people carried more than just a name when they moved house but my name… it was all I had, all I was… a name on a piece of paper.Jamelia Rose, that’s my name. Jamelia, it’s supposed to mean beautiful in Arabic. My parents must have taken one look at me and thought I had the face of someone delicate and sweet, beautifully wise but me and my life was anything but beautiful. It was a plane crash from the start when  I was left on the doorstep of an orphanage. The story of my life has been printed on the front of a newspaper so it’s kind of hard to forget.

At sixteen my mother was pregnant and if my grandparents found out about me she would be kicked out, it was a wonder how she kept me a secret for nine months. My dad was American and would be leaving at the end of the year, his parents traveled a lot, and there was also the small task of keeping me hidden which was impossible so they couldn't keep me. So on the 24th June 1994 I was left on the doorstep of Queens wood Orphanage. How do I know all this you ask? My mother had written a letter to me which was inside the Moses basket I was left in along with my most prized possession, my silver locket. Inside was a picture of my parents the only way I would ever find out where I came from, if I had any brothers and sisters, what my aunt’s name is, if I even had an aunt. The answers would all come from the picture in the locket that’s what I grew up believing, it was the only thing that kept me sane. Engraved on the locket was: Jamelia, our little beauty and I read that every night before I went to sleep because somewhere out there were my parents and when I turned eighteen I would find them.

From there I was paraded up and down England to a countless number of foster homes where I met some of my greatest friends and worst enemies. Then I was adopted, I was so excited when I met Lee and Michelle, finally someone wanted me and then they took me away and I realized never to trust anyone, Lee and Michelle seemed to be the nicest people but I couldn't be more wrong. Michelle tried to be a good mother but she feared Lee too much to do anything when he hit me.

“Lee’s a good person, “She chanted, “It’s just the drugs taking over!” and she repeated it over and over, I think it was more for her sake then mine. There wasn't a day that went by when Lee didn't have a bottle of drink in his hand or was sniffing the heavy stuff and Michelle just watched as he beat me, paralyzed in fear or love maybe both. We moved all the time because Lee was in the illegal drugs business and if the fuzz found out he would go down for life. I guess I was always too scared to tell anyone scared of what Lee might do. I got used to it after a while after all they were all I had, I had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide until I moved to Kent until I met Hayven. He’s brought the ‘Jamelia’ out in me and let’s just say life’s a little more worth living now he’s around… 

 

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