Vacant Values, Vindictive Vixens, Vicious Vices, Violent Villains, Vulnerable Vanity, Venomous Vows...V Growing up as one of the unattainable Bell sisters was always bittersweet. On one end, it prided me. I was one of the most desired girls of the neighborhood, a piece to a strong family puzzle that many envied. On the more trying end, we were declared a trio, branded by the actions of one another. Our mother, the matriarch, always instilled in us that family was everything; we were our sisters and a representation of her. There was power in the V she would often say. So while one of us craved the bad boys, another became blinded by success and status, and last, the baby, let s just say she was addicted to love. And that was us and it was tolerable. Just like you, we had obstacles and though our worlds were rocked, they were never shattered, because family was always at the core. But one day that changed. A sequence of ugly events placed our lives into an unstopping whirlwind of desire, betrayal, corruption, infidelity, and even death. Little did we know, our story, the story of The Bell sisters, the story of our lives, was being written in the process. Within these pages holds our secrets disguised as a nostalgic and dark tale of reality. Our family will never be the same...
Literature & Fiction, World Literature, United States, African American,