Bøger af Yolanda Olson

JosiI was so lost when he found me.A young man of no experience, not knowing what love was, but he showed me. He made me feel what it's like to be alive and opened my eyes to what the world truly is. I'm nothing without him and he knows it because he's nothing without me. His words are often full of praise, of need, yet I know he deserves better. I need him. I can't live without him. I'll adjust to what he wants. And maybe, when he's ready, he'll show me just how much he needs me too. BishopBefore him, I lived my life with such rigidity that my shoulders were perpetually riddled with knots. I followed a strict code. He's sweet and young and sees the world through a different lens which helps me relax. The rules I abide by are important for many reasons, but he makes me do things I normally wouldn't. Things I shouldn't, but saying no to him is not something I seem to be capable of. To help him learn, I teach him the rules and punish him as needed. They say love knows no bounds. That it doesn't judge and it isn't biased, but can it survive his recklessness and my proclivities?

Life. That's what gets in the way of things. Not you, or me, or anyone else. The worst part is that we all have to go through it. A whirlwind of the unknown, tripping on cobblestones of accidents-lessons- along the way. We don't always get to decide how we live, but sometimes, if we're lucky enough, we get it right. I'm not one of those people. I never have been, no matter how hard I tried. I'll hope that by the end, you'll understand why I did what had to be done. If you don't, just know that I do. And remember that everything will be okay now.

We roam the streets of Amsterdam looking to sell our bodies.Hell, we'd sell our souls if we could, but those don't belong to us anymore.They belong to the man who decided that we belong to him.It's his house, his rules-our bodies.Four of us aren't what we seem.We look for ways to leave this place, for ways to be free.But all freedom comes with a price, and some prices are far too high to pay.Even for us.

Someone once said that if you talk about the devil, he's bound to appear.Most would keep silent, hoping that they'd never be found by such a monster, but I prayed for his touch every night.I knew the devil when I was a child and fell in love with him the first time he taught me that I wasn't as damaged as I was led to believe that I was.He cared for me, helped me learn how to smile, and see the world in a different way even though he didn't realize that he had done so.But they feared him; hated him.So seventeen years ago, they ripped him away from me.What they didn't know was that he had already created a monster in his very image.I thought I'd never see him again-I finally resigned myself to that. But then he came back, just like he promised he always would through that smile of his.We're together again.

My son is a good man.I know what you think about him, because I know what he's done, but you have to understand that it's not his fault.He was something of a misanthrope in his youth and that can be attributed to his father.Please understand that I will take the blame for my part in wrecking his soul, but it's so hard to resist a boy so sweet.He's always loved me most of all and I took advantage of that.Until you feel what I felt in his arms don't judge me too harshly.Don't hate my son for the sins of his mother.I betrayed his trust.I made him into the man he's become.God help me.This is my confession.