THE DAMES OF CHARM (Jades)

                               
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 Lily Draco's grandmother, passed away, leaving a dilapidated Victorian house to her mother Caddy. Because of unfortunate events Caddy is more than happy to to relocate back to the small town she grew up in, Charm, Ohio.
Quickly she finds, Charm doesn't forgive or forget, especially if your a Draco.

Lily and Caddy Draco have a horrible relationship. Caddy hates her daughter ,the way she walks around dark and gloomy and a victim to everyone.However, Lily's brother Duke is the favorite.
  An over-sized, manipulate jackass, Caddy baby's as she desperately fights ageing and needs verification from the opposite sex, she still looks good.

 


SAMPLE OF BOOK :

CHAPTER THREE

 AGE ME LIKE A VAMPIRE

        June 29, 1999

        Afternoon in Charm, Ohio

Caddy wakes up after 12:00 p.m., her drinking binges last into the morning hours every day. Alone in her bedroom Caddy studies her body with micro-eyes in front of her dark mahogany vanity.  Time races at her like a wicked demon. Her fake red fingernails lightly stroke the lines of her small forehead. She then pulls her ivory skin taut. Turning her square shape face to the right and examining her low cheekbones, and slowly diminishing jaw line. Crow’s feet surround her eyes. Over plucked, penciled in eyebrows, compensate for a sagging brow line over her brown eyes. She takes a deep breath and exhales.

She stands up, lifts her shirt, and pulls her pink drawstring pajama bottoms down, to expose her stomach. Her eyes and fingers examine her C-section scar. She turns to the side to see how flat her stomach is, however she seems cursed with a permanent belly.  

“For fuck sake, look at this shit!” She mutters.

She runs her hands over her stomach, pressing and pitching the fat.

She shakes her head in disgust.  

“Fuck this ageing shit, I thought I would be special like a vampire- and never age.” She whispers.

She sits back down and clicks the radio on to classic rock. Her body sways back and forth to the beat.  

She keeps staring at herself in the mirror while opening a drawer; taking a small vodka bottle out. She lets out a sound of glee. Her legs move in and out, her left hand clasp the top of her thigh.  

She moves the bottle back and forth listening to the sound of the liquid splashing in the glass bottle.

“That’s the sound I like.” Caddy whispers.

She unscrews the black cap, tossing it on the vanity. She tips the bottle to her lips, and takes a big swig; blows out and coughs loudly from the harshness of the alcohol. She continues to drink while getting ready; she can taste the sweet liqueur on her lips every time she licks.

  An urge for a cigarette pulsates through her veins. Quickly she lights her menthol 100 and an ease over comes her.  

“Might be getting old but-----