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Born with a veil is who I am. I have never been like other people and I do not want to be.
I am so happy living within my own nature and not in the nature of others– that certain types of people and trash–for many years tried so desperately without success to force upon me with their ignorance, lies, and misperceptions.
I am proudly my own individual and nothing or no one can change me or sway my mind! -miss latoya lawrence
Welcome To the Tantalizing Tales Collection: Toya’s Titles of Terror, Treachery, And Suspense Shorties Volume Three–Enjoy the ride!
Story One:
The Demons
Tricia Newman moves into her new apartment to find out that she is not the only one occupying residence there.
At first, she believes she is just burdened by unwelcome four-legged guests of the rotund kind to find out something more sinister is lurking behind the scenes.
Mice and rats are the least of Tricia’s problems when she discovers a host of monstrous creatures running around to horrifyingly wreak havoc and wrestle her into their demonic world.
Story Two:
Oliver The Mute
If anyone knows how to keep a secret it is Oliver Tujari. No one can pry anything out of him his lips stay sealed. Too quiet in his silence everyone wonders why twelve-year-old Oliver will not speak a word.
Is he shy? Does he feel he may say the wrong thing? Or is he just tongue-tied?
While people criticize young Oliver and even inflict violence upon him due to his non-verbal communication—when he finally does open, it is a moment that anyone within his presence will deeply regret.
Story Three:
Night Chaser
The role of a good Samaritan Indigo Jones decides not to become when someone in need earnestly reaches out to her for help.
This lady of the night saw something that she was not supposed to see.
In her wander throughout town Indigo is not the only one to roam around the street all morning long. The tables take a turn, and this unlucky lady ends up running for her life.
Will she escape what is in the night or will the night take Indigo down for the chase?
Books By LaToya Lawrence
The Bledsoe Clan: Occult Power In The Bloodline
From Caul births to the calling of the Orishas into the pathways of the Yoruba religion to the mystical powers that inhabit the universe.
Festivity, food, fashion, creative celebratory culture. Living a lifestyle aligned to their nature. Unorthodox, unapologetic, and unafraid.
Wishing well are wishes that come true as they do for Emery Bledsoe. In her rich culture and heritage, she learned early what she was able to do.
The enigma to attract what she wanted had uncannily come as an advantage throughout her unusual, extraordinary life.
In what she has taken for a natural stroke of luck in her transcendent genealogy of hidden bloodline turns into something far more eldritch and unnerving than she ever thought imaginable once she receives a bestowal handed down to her in the form of a stunning vase.
A family heirloom presented as a beautiful gift turns into an odious curse that Emery is unable to break away from.
In the escape of her world where all the doors have shut closed will she find the key to forever set her free?
Another new year is here already.
Last year treated me good. I hope this 2024 treats me even better.
I accept and relish the wonderful, powerful energy the universe exudes- love the peace, purity, and protection generated unto me.
I wish those an extraordinary intriguing New Year of alignment and balance.
Peace, love, happiness, strength, and the power that lies within to make all blessings manifest wholeheartedly.
Bambi is a trusted therapist who clients put their money and trust in. They share to her their innermost feelings and spill their deep darkest secrets.
Bambi thought she had heard and seen it all until this one unusual client comes in for a session and manages to get inside to pick her brain.
Bambi eventually starts to lose her grip and begins to wonder who the therapist is and who the client is.
In a head game of truth and revelation, will this new client serve as a hard nut to crack- or will Bambi end up the one to crack up enough to kill?
Jordanna’s customers are dropping like flies when they buy and consume the decadent array of incomparable and matchless handmade pastries of her family-owned bakehouse that are literally a cut above the rest in comparison to her competitors.
Is there something speculative in the recipe? Could it be the unethical managing of an employee? Could there be a contamination somewhere in the ingredients of specific items ordered and delivered to the shop? Or is the sudden fatality of consumers who patronize Irresistible Bites Bakehouse just victims of their own demise or unfortunate circumstance?
Detective Grayson Waylon would sure like to know the answer as he is the lead investigator boggled by the mystery behind a string of unsolved deaths undetectable by medical examiners conducting autopsies on the bodies that start to build up.
In a case of unknown causes of death tied to a common thread there is no evidence to show or to prove Jordanna’s bakery as the main source for foul play.
Hi Liam, nice to meet you!❤
Above all else- love yourself, respect yourself, believe in yourself no matter what, trust in yourself do not ever let anyone tell you what you cannot accomplish, and do not let circumstances, anyone, or anything else in life define you- always stand your ground and be firm in who you are.
I asked spirit to guide me in answering your question and here is what flowed through the energy that came to me:
As one born with various enigmatic and transcendental psychic/clairvoyant abilities I attribute my thriving to the resilient spirit I was born with along to the preternatural energy that is a naturally manifested part of my existence.
When we have a strong purpose, we are born equipped with everything we need to endure, conquer, and to achieve- and there is nothing that can stop you or what is meant to be.
We all have our own choices. However, if we decide to listen, we will be in congruent.
We have the extraordinary ability to perceive information that cannot be picked up by the normal five senses.
Our inner voice of spirit serves as a guide and a means of protection to communicate discernment outside this dimension of realm to exude the qualities of what the individual and celestial embodiment generates through grounding and foundation to keep and to steer one throughout the path of their journey.
To have a keen sense of self, to not conform to anything that is not of you.
When you hold on to your truth your truth will hold you- and this is unbreakable.
To accept and to embrace what is of you, what you are of, and what holds you is powerful and in exchange produces phenomenal outcomes in your life.
Yes, life can get tough here and there with things we all have to go through from this earth being an imperfect place, but when your support lies in your spirituality you will experience the incredible.
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Will be available in hardcover and kindle soon.
What is lurking in the clear waters of Lake Cahuilla in upstate White Oaks, New York? It seems when those that dive in for a cool splash or to take a rejuvenating swim, they do not always make it out of the loch alive.
In such a lovely, inviting atmosphere there at the Backwater Summer Lake Resort And Water Park- where there is luxury lodging at the Red Brick Villa, luxury dining at the Lakeside Hideaway, luxury coffees and pastries at Cahuilla Lakeside Café, luxury entertainment and drinks at the Swinging Cahuilla Cocktail Lounge, luxury lake boat rides on the Brave-Waters Expedition, local luxury spots of recreation and pastimes to indulge in at All Things Books Bookstore, The Happy Hangout Jazz Club, The Reel Zone Movie Theater, The Lavender Boutique Department Store in addition to a host of other places to explore- how could anything of a threatening nature go unresolved or undetected?
Or is what is quietly held to those as superstition kept hidden, and what is held as superstitious dread, considered water under the bridge?
And what is the strange connection between Lake Cahuilla and two young sisters who live in a town of New York nowhere near White Oaks? Why are they drawn to a place they have never been to and had no prior knowledge of before becoming aware of its existence?
Is this all-just coincidence or is there something in the backwaters of their past that they do not remember calling out to them to send them a chilling message that will explain an incident from the past that will also have a positive impact on their future?
Books By LaToya Lawrence
Do to others as you would have done unto you or do to others what they have done to you? One should ask Delilah, the beauty with a score to settle against those who inhabit her world.
When an incident of disturbance shake-up Delilah’s life, she becomes twisted, diving into the arms of men who cannot resist her fire. Ready to burn each one in her passion- things turn deadly.
While Delilah plays a dangerous game of laying traps for those who cannot break free- even when she chooses to let go and cut loose- danger comes to bite back at a cost where murder inevitably will pay.
I have enjoyed writing on this platform and look forward to more years to come-
LaToya Lawrence
First, I want to say that this author is an incredibly good writer.
I love the setup of the town created and the depiction of the portrayal of a tourist attraction as well as an investment and cherished western home-life milieu for Cassidy Tanner and her grandfather (Doc) Dr. Irving
The story begins allowing us to know right away there is trouble ahead through West’s character who enters the “Watering Hole”- a marvelous/entertaining replica of an 1800’s Western for sightseeing visitors to explore- in desperate need of work while carrying secrets from his past to eventually unknowingly unravel secret mysteries of the current that are tied in association to another vital motive for drawing him to this location.
Without giving anything away in the story, momentum builds from childhood secrets to adulthood shocks- there are a string of murders that follow West’s arrival- sending the Watering Hole into a place of danger, fright, and curiosity. Why are these murders happening and who is the cause? And why is West at the center of it all?
Well, all is not what it seems like additional buried secrets rise to the surface to bear their ugly and astonishing heads to reveal a truth more suspenseful and mysterious than originally thought.
Secrets In the Blood is an entertaining, page- turning, evocative and enthralling tale that keeps one anticipating for more.
It is well worth the read.
Danielle’s Diary Paperback Edition
Harmonic Inspirations Front and back Hardcover
My book is available in paperback, kindle, and hardcover.
This is a Reprinted edition of Danielle’s Diary that was originally published by LaToya Lawrence in March, the year 2003- available for purchase now along with my other five published titles- My Cup Overflows, New York Style: Tales of Suspense, Wellness In Style, Harmonic Inspirations, and God Has The Last Word
All rights of this material solely owned by the Author LaToya Lawrence
In this fictional town of Westbrooke, Staten Island, on Stanton Boulevard fifteen-year-old Danielle struggles with the pain of constant violation. And Kelly, her drug-addicted mother ignores her complaint.
Danielle has no other choice but to suffer the abuse of a drug dealer living within their home.
Kelly’s dependency on Bruce, her drug dealing boyfriend, outweighs all other matters that are concerned and with no one to turn to and nowhere to run Danielle endures a life of misery until one day when she is saved by her long lost father, Marcus Glover.
Three short stories that include thrills in a mixture of fictional towns around New York.
Hardcover and Kindle edition will be available soon.
Here is an excerpt from my new release!
Blood was everywhere.
The five-year-old babies were covered in blood but appeared to be unharmed after close observation.
The police blocked off the scene outside the house while investigators acted.
Nothing had ever rocked the upstate town of Pennington, New York in this upscale neighborhood where crime was scarce, and residents lived at ease in their gated communities.
Could this have been family related? Could this have been an inside job?
It was a complete mystery and gossip swept throughout the entire city.
In bars, restaurants, offices, department stores- everyone was talking about how Evelyn Barker and her son Ryan Barker brutally murdered inside their home, their bludgeoned bodies horribly discovered by the loving husband and father Jake Barker.
It was astonishing the two other children found at the home were alive and well.
Later learned, according to the children, that they ran and hid themselves inside a bedroom closet at the sound of violence erupting within the household from someone who had paid Evelyn a visit.
So, how did blood get all over the children?
The children told officers and a child psychologist while they were being questioned and evaluated that after things in the home quieted down and, in their words, – “The bad man had left”, they left from the bedroom closet, down the stairs, and both slipped in the pool of blood puddled throughout the living room.
The media and News reports ran with this story for months before the novelty of the situation wore off and the interest had died down a bit.
No suspect ever gained capture, but the case remained open until it eventually went cold from no substantial leads.
The only evidence found at the scene was a sledgehammer used in the assault on the mother and child.
Jake Barker’s fingerprints were on the weapon along with his wife’s, but Jake claimed to not be home during the possible time of the incident and security camera footage backed up his story.
However, counsel later claimed he could have committed the crimes before he left the home to attend for work on that Friday winter morning of January 5, 1981.
Evelyn’s parents Jane and Phil Caldwell refused to give up and vigorously pressed law enforcement hard in their search for justice in honor of their beloved daughter and grandson.
They did not want to believe their son in law Jake could do such a horrible act against the woman and child he was supposed to love and protect, yet there was nothing but the man’s word- and his word only telling them different.
There was no hard evidence, just circumstantial. It was natural for Jake’s or Evelyn’s fingerprints to be on the sledgehammer as the object was one of their own household tools.
Nevertheless, in this event, after deliberation, speculation, and town uproar there was no other conclusion drawn that would exclude Jake from somehow being involved in his wife and child’s premature death.
Jake was sentenced to twenty-five years to life with no parole.
Jake’s parents and relatives were disappointed and devastated. They felt that Jake did not receive a fair trial.
There was no way he killed Evelyn and six-year-old Ryan according to their beliefs. There was just no way. Not from what they knew and lived of Jake their adored son, brother, uncle, cousin, and grandson.
Jane and Phil Caldwell had money and influence, and they used their wealth in hiring and appointing the best attorneys along with whatever else it took to gain closure for themselves through the legal system.
You know how you know better, yet go ahead and do something anyhow, only to regret it later?
Well, going against my better judgment I allowed my computer to download Windows 11 for free when a Microsoft update showed up on my screen.
After two days of Windows 11- I completely hated it!
The ugly dull black screen that keeps interrupting my activity while it causes delay and the tabs taking forever to load- never mind the pages freezing.
Windows 11 is not even as attractive or professional-looking as Windows 10.
I restored my computer back to the previous version of Windows 10 today and now I am happy again!
On Monday morning I stepped out of my apartment building into the pleasant air of a warm summer day.
I stood by the curb waiting for the bus when I happened to look down upon myself.
I noticed a bumble bee on my shirt.
I instantly knocked the bee off me.
The insect fell to the ground.
I quickly went to stomp and kill it.
I know from experience if you hit a bumble bee or yellow jack, they get furious, motion around in speed, ready to attack.
My mother got stung while she wore sandals on one of her toes by a bumble bee during the 1980’s shortly after striking one away from her.
Her toe had swollen up so badly, full of pain.
I also had gotten stung by a yellow jack on my arm as a kid after striking one away from me.
The sting was annoying as it throbbed continuously non-stop.
Sometimes bees or yellow jacks will rapidly fly away after being hit when one distance themselves from them.
It is great when we can avoid killing them, other times the instance is necessary.
I have completed my three-book publishing goal on three different motivational subjects that spirit inspired me to write regarding positively journeying in life, experiences with God, and health and wellness.
Now I am moving on to other interests as I am flexible and adapt to an array of whatever it is that naturally captures my fancy.
I come up with my own unique ideas.
When I was a little girl, I used to write short horror stories that I was offered the opportunity to get published into mainstream.
I used to love horror movies back then.
I am not so much into horror now, though, I still appreciate a horror film that is done well and entertaining.
I like suspense and have been writing a novel that will soon be finished. The book will be a suspense/thriller.
I am a writer who does not limit herself to one specific genre.
I write by what naturally inspires me at any given time as I am naturally versatile- whether it be self-help, devotional, non fiction or fiction novels of suspense.
One thing I have observed through my writing, and with life in general- as certain others have I am sure, is that people will view things and/or judge within their own perception- viewing through their own personal lenses.
What they may interpret or misinterpret may not at all correspond or have anything to do with what I or another may be expressing, divulging, or projecting.
All of us writers do not use ourselves as examples, yet we may share what we have seen or encountered through others firsthand while also adding to our own experience as a confirmation to what we know is fact or a possibility.
As writers and as human beings, we will always receive some form of criticism, praise, or misjudgment. It is all up to the individual on how they accept, handle, or ignore what others throw out.
I personally am a very strong, resilient, determined person who cannot be swayed by the judgment or opinions of others.
When we write and live life, we are not always going to please others- and I do not seek nor have I ever sought validation or approval from anyone.
I have God-given talents just like a lot of us do, and writing is something I have loved to do since my childhood and is my passion.
If anyone chooses to learn or feel enlightened or inspired by my writings, then so be it. If not, so be it. I do not write to please or to disturb anyone I write because it is one of my callings as I am extremely creative.
There is nothing wrong with sharing and exchanging ideas.
I also feel that as a writer one should never let anyone discouraged them in their ventures or visions.
Always stand up for yourself and what you believe in and if others misunderstand you or persecute you for any reason that is their problem not ours.
Some people in life will relate to others in some form or fashion and some will not- and that is a good thing.
Most of the time their words and/or actions are a reflection of themselves and not of us. We as individuals all cannot be the same.
If so, life would be dull and boring.
Be happy, be healthy, and publish the beauty of your diversity of talent until your heart is content!
We all have something wonderful to contribute to the world.- LaToya Lawrence
Say to those with fearful hearts, “Be strong, and do not fear, for your God is coming to destroy your enemies. He is coming to save you.”
Both my two new books are available in paperback, hardcover, and ebook.
A few weeks ago I mentioned publishing a manuscript I wrote over twenty years ago?
Well, I did not get to that yet- but I will eventually.
Suddenly energy came out of nowhere to inspire me to come up with new ideas/new material along with the old ones I had regarding novels I intended to put out years ago though I did not get the chance to due to jealous people trying to hold me back (it is a long story but one I triumphed over as no one could ever stop me or bring me down. I am a fighter and a survivor to the end).
I have a brand-new book I just recently published and have been busy currently in the process of writing two more for publication.
This is my time now to get back into my career as a true to the heart book writer without any interference.
Like I said before, when God has a purpose and plan for your life no one can stop it.
We may get delayed for a while but we get back on board to sail an even bigger ship! ❤
I am so happy and excited about getting back into publishing.
There is a time and a place for everything.
So, when the times are convenient, and the places are suitable to my liking- delightfully inviting- and affordable to my pockets, everything should provide to equally coincide.
This summer I plan on enjoying the outdoors more the way I used to outside of the usual work days.
Sometimes before and/or after working I navigated spare time by fitting in outings to modestly shop, dine, or check out an interesting event.
I saved days off mostly to rest and relax.
I will still chill out at home, though, I will also endeavor to take some free days to go innocently enjoy myself in other natural ways that attract my attention.
We all deserve healthy balances.
I left yesterday morning headed for work.
I stood by the curb in the partially lit sunlight looking out for the bus.
While I waited, I took in the air of a breeze. One that went through me time and again.
Oh, how I loved it- standing in the middle of the comfortable summer wind.
I hoped it would last throughout the day.
Yet, later, on my way home, it turned full on sunny, humid then cloudy.
I wanted that wind once again.
My friends are unbelievably Special.
They are so true and real to the core! They never cease to amaze me.
We do not have to see one another everyday or talk on the phone everyday but we stay in contact. We are there for one another, and we are available for one another at any time when possible.
These people I speak of I have known forever. It is no mistake that we are in each other’s lives and circle of acquaintance.❤
I am a free spirit, unabashed, and uninhibited.
I have come across ignorant, low-level/low-minded people in the past who tried to, intended to, or who thought that they were hurting me with things or circumstances that did not- and that never have fazed or mattered to me.
Even some who do not intentionally set out to hurt still have erroneous notions that what they consider hurtful is generally hurtful to mostly everyone else.
To me, this way of thinking is totally ridiculous as there are far too many people in the world for all of us to feel and/or react the same.
Why do certain people assume, think, or believe that what may hurt or bother them hurts or bothers certain others?
The concept is so strange to me and such a complete turn off.
Some people will mistake other people’s actions or reactions as stemming from hurt when it is completely the opposite simply because their minds cannot fathom other senses of reasoning.
I never thought like the majority, and I never will because I know better just by being true to who I really am.
I do not even get embarrassed by things people consider to be embarrassing. What is there really to be embarrassed about if one has their own unique convictions?
If people are unable to accept life conditions that go against, or that are unusual from what they are familiar with and accustomed to, then they really have something to learn about rare or distinct individuals.
I was never a common person in this society who went along with what is typical and I am proud of this fact.
I genuinely have my own mind, my own thoughts- way of thinking or viewing things, my own beliefs, and my own natural state of being.
I am happy, at peace, and unapologetic for being unconventional and going against the norm.
Wow! I captured a good picture!
I had forgotten that I had spotted this beauty and taken this photo with my smartphone last week while I was out in Nassau County.
I always associated Ladybugs with good luck and blessing.
I often count their dots when I get close enough to see them.
Since the eleven years I moved from across town to my current lovely, quiet peaceful neighborhood area of Queens, I have experienced positive energy around my surroundings.
Healthy environments mean a lot.
I have nice, friendly neighbors. We politely look out for one another in our building, and we live harmoniously together.
I have not once in the eleven years I have lived here witnessed any major disharmony or confrontations.
We do not hang out with one another or negatively viciously gossip about each other, but we greet one another, stop and talk with one another, and help one another through kind gestures.
My right-hand has been itching lately.
Almost every time my right-hand itches I do end up receiving a little extra money to go into my pockets.
I have on numerous accounts experienced superstitions that have strong rings of truth to them.
Too bad when my feet itch, I do not happen to walk into large extra patches of money! 😻
Of course we know not to and do not always pay attention to random people on the street who speak out at us eerily.
Sometimes we can barely pay attention to some people we do know. Then there are times we come across those mysteriously.
My mother told me four years ago that she may not be alive to see it, but that I was going to receive in life all that I was meant to have whatever that is.
Yesterday a man standing beside me on the bus came out and told me that I was going to make it, and that I was already there.
I think this guy was a little nutty, but messages sometimes come to us in funny ways.
I remember during my teenage years a Hispanic girl told me when she was pregnant everybody kept telling her that she was going to have a girl.
She told me she had gotten so upset and would cry because everyone kept telling her she was going to give birth to a daughter as she did not want a female child.
One day unexpectedly, the Hispanic girl told me a woman stranger came up to her and told her that everybody was telling her that she was going to have a baby girl- but that she was not going to.
This woman told her the unborn child would be a boy as she wanted.
When delivery time came around the Hispanic girl did have a male child as the woman on the street predicted.
So, one never knows, perhaps this woman had a gift of insight.
My mother and one of her friends told me the same thing years ago- that a psychic woman came up to them once on the street telling them things that were true.
To think of it the instance happened to me once.
Nevertheless, whether I have made it yet or not I am on my way.
All I ever wanted to do was stay to myself most of the time, write, own a business when I decided on the nature of the platform, and live a nice, quiet, peaceful life in a dwelling of choice with my canines.
My mother told me a long time ago not to tell people that I do not care what others think because they will think something is wrong with me.
I know my mother meant well, but to be honest, quite a few things about the way I think and feel I am sure certain- not all- people would think something is wrong with me anyway, so I do not really care one way or the other.
I am not afraid to be myself or to express myself. I cannot help how others will perceive. Oftentimes ordinary perception does not indicate reality it is just a personal opinion or notion formed into one’s mind by conjecture or an impression they received whether it be true or false.
I think most people do care what others think, that is why when people who genuinely profess not to care others may not truly believe them even though they are being totally honest.
However, we are out there, we do exist, and we are authentic- and we surely without a doubt do not care what other people think❤.
"My Voice" Weblog By Miss LaToya Lawrence 
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