A 1930s Southern neighborhood. Three families. One secret that built two households, named two children, and tangled bloodlines for generations.

Thirty-eight years old. Single by choice, not by circumstance.

He owned a small landscaping company in the West End, drove a charcoal gray F-150,

Jarvis just wanted a quick wake n bake before work. Instead he got a middle finger from his girl, a mysterious SUV on his tail

Someone's watching her every move. A psychological thriller about obsession, danger, and the stalker who won't stop. Read the chilling Part 1.

Santos: “Yes, Captain… the perpetrator has a name.”

She paused, swallowing hard and trying to catch her breath.

Captain: “Well, Santos? The name?”

Santos: His name……..

Wellington 3 Short Stories, where we have a collection of publish captivating stories,

Early morning texts gone wrong

When you make a mistake texting the wrong person.

A series of short stories about that one thing that nobody wants to deal with DEATH

When one of your coworkers steals your lunch out of the break room