The First Stone (The First Collection)

by Teshelle Combs

In certainty, trust forms. Amidst pain, love blooms. From humility, Power flows.”

You deserve to be adored.

“Love does not promise loyalty. Loyalty does not promise love.”

“No, Britten. You have always been someone who could do such things. I did not ruin you,” I said, putting an arm over her shoulder. “I found you.”