Stories By Mi'Chelle

I’m sorry to announce that The Professor will not be featured in February as planned. I thought I would be able to start posting it around Valentine’s Day, but that time frame is simply not going to work out. Why? The answer is simply because of the increasing demands of my dual career. As many of you know, I don’t just write for a living. I am also an accountant. Matter of fact, I run a small tax accounting service. With it being tax time in the U.S. and with my clientele growing (Praise God for that), my accounting schedule is now at odds with my writing schedule. Combine that with the tutoring I do on the side, church activities I plan to participate in this quarter, marketing efforts on current book releases, and general family stuff, I had no choice but to push The Professor’s debut to April. April 13 th , in fact. Especially since my writing career is way more flexible than my accounting career (not so many rigid deadlines and associated penalties). For tho...

Thanks for visiting my new site. I hope you enjoyed the full preview of M.I.L.F. in celebration of this new blog launching. For those who didn’t/couldn’t participate in the preview during this special weekend, you missed another good one. But don’t despair. I left Chapters 1-3 of M.I.L.F. up for your perusal. Plus, the cost of reading the whole thing is very minimal considering the short length of the story. You can find M.I.L.F in its entirety at the following link: http://www.lulu.com/content/1785889 Thanks again for visiting this new site of mine. Suprina/Mi’Chelle

Bettina Tiger was the first person I thought to call when the police came to the house to tell me that Clef had been shot at a local teen club that he regularly DJ’d at. I didn’t call my mother or any of my siblings. I didn’t even call Minton, the guy I was currently dating. I called Tiger. Perhaps I thought of him because his grandfather had come outside to investigate why the police was at my house and he had on one of Tiger’s old high school jerseys. Who knows? What I do know is that I felt so much better the moment I heard Tiger’s deep, comforting voice come on the line. When he mentioned that he was going to take an hour flight instead of driving those two and a half hours back home, I just knew everything was somehow going to be all right. Everything was all right. Clef had been shot in the stomach and though the surgery to repair his intestines had been nerve-wrecking for us and long for him, my son was going to survive. I sagged against Tiger’s strong frame with r...

Tiger I’ve been in love with Bettina since forever. Or so it seems to me. The truth of the matter is that I fell in love with her at the age of thirteen. The moment I laid eyes on Bettina, I knew she was the one. Yeah, I know she is eight years older than me. She goes out of her way to subtly remind me of that every chance she gets. Plus, I’m an accounting major, which means I can count very well. Too well at times. For instance, I have counted three different serious boyfriends Bettina has had over the years that I’ve known her. I counted the number of dates she’d had with them and the casual dudes in between. I even counted the number of times she kissed a man goodnight at her front door. Forty to be exact. Zero is the number of times any of them ever stayed the night. Bettina didn’t play that overnight thing out of respect for her son. I liked that about her. Especially since some of those nights I slept over as a guest of Clef’s. I honestly don’t know what I would have ...

Bettina I met Tiger when I was twenty-one. He was only thirteen at the time; the same age I was when I had my first child – Wyclef, ‘Clef’ for short. Tiger, which is actually his real name, by the way, was always mature for his age. He seemed to have more sense than the rest of his peers, was studious, focused, and already knew what he wanted to do with his life at a young age. I can’t tell you how thrilled I was to have him befriend my son. Clef was eight at the time, a bit of a wild child like his father, and in terrible need of a positive male role model. I didn’t care if that role model came in the form of a big brother figure or a father figure. I just wanted my son to have living proof that all men weren’t dogs like his good-for-nothing daddy. After impregnating me the night I lost my virginity, Clef’s father pretty much didn’t want anything else to do with me. He was only three years older than me and had no intentions of being tied down so young. Nor was he keen on ...

In order to hit the ground running on this blog and to reward you for following me to this new site, I've decided to post a story that I used as a Christmas giveaway once upon a time. A story that I will now run for FREE , but only for this weekend . After Sunday, most of it will be taken off and the whole thing will be for sale again. What is this story you ask? M.I.L.F .: It is from my secular line. The initials stand for Mother I'd Like to Fall in love with . It deals with how important it is for the more mature person in a relationship to keep things platonic until both parties are of legal age. The heat level is 8/10. Okay, maybe closer to a 9. lol. I'll let you be the judge of that. Anyway, I hope you like it. I'll be back shortly with the story. Enjoy! Suprina/Mi'Chelle