by Capps, Bonny
“Happy one year, baby.” He whispers into my ear, wrapping his arms around me.
I smile as he gently pushes me to the table and pulls my chair out. There are two flutes and a bottle of champagne resting on ice.
“This is wonderful, Able.” I say as he sits across from me.
He pours us each a flute and raises his glass, “To us.”
“To us.” I repeat. Something shiny catches my eye within the flute.
I bring it closer to my eyes and see the tiny bubbles rising from a beautiful, princess cut engagement ring.
“Able…” I breathe out, and in a flash he is kneeling beside me.
His beautiful eyes implore mine with so much emotion as he holds up a key, “Amelia, do me the honor of being my wife. Live here, with Gabriel and I. Make me the happiest man in the world. Please.”
Tears spring to my eyes as I nod slowly, “Of course.”
He grabs me from around the waist and pulls me to him. His lips crash into mine as his strong arms wrap around my body. He pulls away and brushes his nose against mine, “You just made me the happiest man in the world.”
I run my thumbs over his cheeks, “I love you, Able.”
The End
About the Author
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Twitter Handle: @BonnyC_Author
I’ve been labeled many things: eccentric, a hippie, a lover, a fighter... But most importantly a mother first, a wife second and a writer third.
I was originally born and raised in Texas. I currently do not have a set home. For me, home is where you lie your head – the next location unknown. Seven months ago, my two boys and I decided to hop on the semi with the hubby and travel the United States. The experience has been liberating.
Writing is my heart and soul. I started writing poetry when I was a kid. It was a great outlet for me. I went through a lot in my younger years, and when I decided to give writing a shot, it came naturally. In fact, when I was upset I would write letters to others because the words could never escape my tongue. I found that the thoughts swirling in my mind would spill onto paper, and honestly – writing saved my life.
I didn’t think writing a novel was a possibility. I tried for years and could never get past the 2nd paragraph. So, in turn, I stopped writing all together – for years.
I fell into a hopeless call center job and my soul felt drained. One day, on my way to said job an idea spilled into the forefront of my mind. Her name was Mandy, and she was screaming for attention. I couldn’t ignore her, so I parked my car and starting writing her story. Six months later, “The Boy in the Mirror” was born. Characters started clawing their way from the depths of my mind after that, and I thought – wow, this is it. This is where I belong. This is my calling.
I love adding a magical element to my stories. Where things may seem hopeless, there’s so much more than what meets the eye. Magic comes in so many different forms, but most importantly, you can find magic in the goodness of humanity. My stories focus on different issues that we all may face in our lives. I love writing about characters who are crippled, but they find a way to overcome their dilemmas.
I write young adult, new adult, erotica, horror, dark… I write what comes to me. The stories that scream to be written – they find a way on paper. It is my honor to bring these characters to you and their stories.
I write a little bit of everything! Check out my other books:
The Boy in the Mirror
Jay Creedy (Book One)