Eleven 29 Publishing Group

05/11/2024

"A CHILDHOOD SHAMED" - ORIGINAL POETRY - written and performed by MD Revo

BASED ON ACTUAL EVENTS • This is a story about a young child abandoned by his father, abused by his mother's new husband - and his transformation into a....

04/11/2024

30/10/2024

They're studying, what has already been done. We're creating, what has never been seen before. That's the difference.

WE ARE REVOLOU!

21/10/2024

Written by MD Revo - RUTHLESS AMBITION is a story about the viciousness behind the scenes of the modeling industry and fashion merchandising; and how the involvement of crime bosses and street gangs can have an unpredictable influence on the way of life and success.

Tolliver made sure their eyes were locked and connected. “Every single human being that has ever lived has had the most unbelievable darkness beneath their physical innocence.” She lifted her glass and took a sip of the whiskey. “And you of all people, Madison, should know that to be absolutely true.”

Madison nodded her head up and down. She agreed with her.

Tolliver placed the glass back onto the table. “Let me share a short story with you. It might help give you some clarity and understanding. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course, I don’t mind.”

A small smirk came across Tolliver’s face.

Madison looked confused. “Why are you looking like that? What’s up with the smirk?”

“I’m just proud of you…and your transformation.”

“Transformation? What is that supposed to mean?”

“You value your mind, which is a sign of mental excellence. You are allowing yourself to learn and process valuable and useful information.”

“I’ve always been that way.”

“No, you haven’t.”

“Well, you are entitled to your perspective, right?”

Tolliver looked deeper into Madison’s eyes. “Yes, I am. But anyway…let me proceed with the story. Now….this is between us, okay?”

“Okay.”

“When Dakota was twelve years old, her grandfather died in a car bombing.”

The expression on Madison’s face changed quickly. “Car bombing?”

“Yes, a car bombing. And of course, the death of her grandfather was tragic for her. The loss of any human life is tragic to the people who loved that person. But there is something much more deeper than just the car bombing.”

Madison looked curiously puzzled. “What do you mean exactly?”

“Her grandfather died…three days after the assassination of Rafiq Hariri.”

“Assassination?”

“Do you know who Rafiq Hariri was?”

Madison paused to think about it.

Tolliver picked up her glass and took another sip of whiskey. She spoke with a hint of sarcasm. “You should know who he is. You were an honor roll student at Charlotte Corday High School, right? Four years in a row, right? And I remember you had perfect marks in the study of World History. And I still have your grade reports. So…who is he?”

Madison smiled. “You are always testing me, huh?”

“Of course. Wouldn’t you rather I test you first before life does?”

Madison made sure their eyes stayed connected. “I guess. But let me answer your question since you don’t think I know the answer.”

“Madison, I never said you—”

“First, his real name is Rafic Bahaa El Deen Al Hariri. He was a business mogul. And the Prime Minister of Lebanon….I believe it was from ‘92 to ‘98. And then he regained the position in 2000 until he resigned four years later.”

Tolliver smiled and was impressed. “Wow, I didn’t expect that.”

Madison replied back, with her own expression of sarcasm. “In life, there is always the unexpected, right?”

“You are correct.”

“So, let me ask you a question? What’s up with the grandfather?”

Tolliver paused for a moment. “Her grandfather was a career diplomat. At the time, he was working with the Iranian government to dissolve tension between Lebanon and Syria.”

The expression on Madison’s face changed. “Hmmm…that’s interesting.”

“It’s more than just interesting.”

“So what was her grandfather’s name?”

Tolliver ignored her question and continued the story. “So, after those murders…Dakota, her mother, and her sister escaped to the United States.”

“So you’re not going to answer my question?”

“No, I’m not. Maybe, someday in the future when it’s necessary. But right now, her grandfather’s name is not important.”

Madison decided not to press for more information. Instead, she asked a different question. “So, why did her mother and sister have to escape?”

“Madison, what kind of question is that?”

“It’s just a question….that deserves an answer.”

“Your question doesn’t deserve an answer from me."

TO BE CONTINUED.

RUTHLESS AMBITION - COMING SOON

20/08/2024

EXCERPT from "Butterflies in Hell" - written by MD Revo

PRETTY SAT SEMI TOPLESS - on the ledge of the infinity pool; just a few feet away from the beautifully designed marble hot tub. Her creamy, light-colored skin and godly soft breasts, looked amazing, underneath the large dim garden lights. Her usually curly, long black hair, remained straight, due to the warm weather. She glanced down at the black thong, wrapped gorgeously around her petite waist. She slowly unfastened one of the gold sliders, allowing one of the straps to dangle between her mouthwatering thighs. “This house is immaculate,” she whispered. She dipped her small manicured foot into the warm pool water. “That feels so nice.”

Pretty glanced at the small pile of to***co by her car keys. She closed her eyes and placed the Cohiba Behike cigar between her soft lips. She inhaled the powerful Bosnian cannabis. The thick smoke quickly swirled and disappeared up her small nostrils. She whispered: “Damn Cass, I can definitely count on you to deliver.”
So many delicious and provocative thoughts began to float and surface through Pretty’s euphoric mind. And for some unexplainable reason, she thought about the last time someone tasted her tight, succulent p***y. Her middle finger accidentally slid across her naked, tender c**t. She instantly closed her eyes, so she could unselfishly embrace the temporary pleasure. She moaned quietly.

CASS LOGAN slowly twisted her waist, so the moonlight could get an innocent and pervasive glimpse of her magnificently toned body and adorable round ass. Her smooth tanned skin appeared virtually flawless inside the steaming marble hot tub. Her wet black hair, covered most of her face, creating a striking resemblance to Supermodel Mariacarla Boscono.

Cass moved deeper inside the hot tub. “I love nights like this one,” she whispered, in her seductive native accent. “Nights like these, are deliciously important to the human soul and the advancement of physical pleasure.”

Cass leaned back on her elbows, so her small perky ni***es could embrace the night sky. She felt like a lustful angel. “The stars are so gorgeous tonight,” she continued. “I wonder what God was thinking when he created them.”

Cass continued to marvel at the stars above her. She spoke with more intention. “There has to be a much deeper meaning than what we’ve been brainwashed to believe…when we were just…innocent little children.” She glanced over at Pretty. She was staring in the opposite direction. “What about you, Pretty? How do you feel about God creating the stars?”

Pretty turned her head and looked directly into Cass’ gorgeous, flirtatious eyes. The thought of someone tasting her p***y, slowly reappeared into a remarkable reality. “Cass, let me ask you a quick question. Who designed this house?”

RELEASE DATE: TBA

10/08/2024

"Ladies, no matter what you do, and no matter how often he asks, you can NEVER get rid of that masculine energy inside you.
The only thing you can do - is turn it down, so you can make a weak man feel like he’s stronger than you." - MD Revo

07/08/2024

"LIFE changed, that's pain and fame,
the nights came, with rain and shame.
She tryin' to tame the flames, inside my brain,
but I earned the right to let them burn.
Am I insane, because I ain't the same as you?
You trying to rearrange my name?
Is that what you came to do?
This my Gift! I gotta surprise for you...
I rather die BITCH! than live like you!" - MD Revo

01/08/2024

Today's message to those who...

25/07/2024

“Submit and surrender to your God-given purpose - so you can embrace the energy that will fuel your soul to change the world.” - MD Revo

WE ARE REVOLOU!

20/07/2024

“I see a pack of hyenas, in human form; surrounding me like this mornings storm.
Their souls were scorned and torn, they were like roses with thorns. It took some time, but I realized, I could heal them all. And then I looked them in they eyes, right before I killed them.” - .revo

20/07/2024

“A heartless love, crying above me,
A heartless love, dying lonely.
I always look into her eyes,
I see lies, disguised as love.
And I always arrive too late,
before I can erase the mistakes
that were made by someone else.” - MD Revo

15/07/2024

Written by MD Revo - BAILEY KELLER is a story about painful relationships, domestic violence; and how an in*******al friendship turned a child abuse situation into an unexpected murderous redemption.

EXCERPT from BAILEY KELLER

CHARLOTTE CORDAY HIGH SCHOOL
FALL, THE CITY OF LAWRENCIA

Wednesday. 5th period.

The large framed picture of Charlotte Corday, hung proudly, on the outside of the Senior Class Study room. The violent sounds, of splattered blood and submissive crying, eased slowly into the quiet hallway. There was a slight pause. And then the door opened slowly.

Roxanne "Roxy" Hoffman, stepped quietly into the hallway. She was wearing a black leather jacket, with a yellow T-shirt underneath, and a pair of blue denim jeans. She closed the door softly, and then quickly noticed, the small traces of blood on her black sneakers. A sinister smile emerged across her white face, as she remembered what had just happened. And how the violence, brought unexpected chills, throughout her young, seventeen-year old body.

She glanced down the hallway and noticed a young Spanish girl, leaning against the wall. They acknowledged each other with a simple nod. And then the Spanish girl walked away. And Roxy moved quickly down the hallway, in the opposite direction.

The girl’s bathroom door opened quickly, and Roxy stepped inside. She turned around and then locked the door immediately. She looked forward, and noticed a young, white girl, standing next to the large window. She was wearing a blue blouse, with a matching skirt. Her hair was pink and purple and her eyes were the color of an ocean. And she had a fresh black and blueish mark underneath her right eye. It looked like she had been hit by a professional boxer. Her name was Bailey Keller.

Roxy quickly moved towards the bathroom sink. She removed her black jacket and placed it on top of the large trash can. She glanced at the blood on her hands, and then she placed the bloody brass knuckles, onto the sink. She turned on the water and used the soap to wash her hands. She glanced through the mirror and looked directly at Bailey. "You don’t have to worry about Steven Jacobs and Les Johnson anymore. So wipe those f**kin’ tears."

Bailey wiped away the remaining tears. “What happened to them?”

Roxy continued washing her hands. “Don’t worry about what happened to them.” She looked back into the mirror. “Sometimes, bullies, have to be reminded that---”

Bailey interrupted her. “Did they get suspended? Are they---”

Roxy quickly interjected. “Look Bailey, the only thing you need to think about right now is being my tutor, okay? I solved your problem. Now, you need to help me solve mine.” She exhaled slowly and continued to wash her hands. “There is no f**kin’ way...I can fail Chemistry again. No f**kin’ way!

The blood of Steven Jacobs and Les Johnson, continued to flow down the drain.

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02/07/2024

Have you ever broken the love ice?

24/06/2024

WALTER LOOKED AT THE HANDCUFFS across his wrists. He heard the sound of someone coming back into the bedroom. “Please don’t kill me!”

Gigi looked forward. “This is almost over.” She walked toward him and accidentally licked something. She looked down. It was a wallet. It sparked an uncanny curiosity.

Walter watched her pick up the wallet. “What are you doing with my wallet?”

“Calm down. I just need a little insurance.”

“Insurance? What do you mean?”

“I need to know who you are…just in case you want to report this situation.”

“I’m not going to report anything.”

Gigi looked inside his wallet at his driver’s license. “Walter Hewitt.” she whispered softly. “234 North…” She paused. “Walter Hewitt? Why does that sound familiar?”

Walter noticed a strange look on her face.

Gigi moved closer and picked up his cell phone off the carpet. She strolled through his recent call list. She saw the name, Nathan. She continued to go down the list. Then suddenly, she stopped when she saw the name, Stuart. “Hewitt? Stuart.”

Walter wondered why she was looking through his phone. “What are you—”

Gigi looked directly at him. “Do you know someone named, Stuart Hewitt?”

Walter didn’t answer the question.

Gigi moved closer and pointed her gun directly in front of his face. “Answer my f**kin’ question! Do you know someone named, Stuart Hewitt? And don’t lie to me! You lie to me...you die! You don’t lie...you go home and see your family again. Do you understand?”

Walter paused for a moment. “Okay...okay...he’s my son. He’s a police officer. He’s works for the Violent Gang Task Force. He’s the Sergeant. But…he not a problem.”

Gigi closed her eyes and took a slow deep breath. Her mind was rattled and confused, yet liberated. The image of her baby sister, Lila, and the massive bruises on her face and body entered her mind, as well. Her emotions were being provoked. She opened her eyes and looked directly at Walter. She took her time to stare at him without any words being spoken.

Walter felt uneasy about how she was looking at him. “Please don’t kill me. I won’t say anything. Like you said...this is all just a dream.”

Gigi smiled and nodded her head up and down. “Yes, you're right, Mr. Walter Hewitt. The father of Stuart Hewitt. This is all just a dream. It’s time for you to go to sleep...forever.”

BAM! BAM! BAM!

28/05/2024

IN THIS VIDEO, MD REVO explains the influences and the inspiration behind the creation of The Trinity. From Langston Hughes to William Shakespeare's Hamlet, helping him end his child abuse situation to turning a play into the world's most provocative song.

"THE TRINITY" - The story of God and Satan, fighting over a man's scarred soul. And how that confrontation creates the unthinkable.

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13/05/2024

EXCERPT from CHOCOLATE TOKYO - an original erotic short story, written by MD Revo

THIS TIME, Amaris was able to control her raging anger. And it was the last time, she would ever wake up in Detroit, without a gun and a silencer. And, her lawyer. She looked towards the large clock on the wall. It was still early. She thought about crawling out of the bed, but her bruised body forced her to change her mind. She turned to the side, and stared at the woman, still sleeping. Her name was Karina Scotts.

Amaris closed her eyes and took a moment, and embraced the reason why she didn’t leave. She moved her body closer to Karina, and slowly opened her eyes. She slid the purple sheet, past her small shoulders, and down to the middle of her back. Immediately, she saw the “tattoo”. She paused for a moment and stared at The Crown and The Wings. And what it meant. Then she moved her body even closer. Karina’s skin felt warm, and her breathing sounded; endangered and exhausted. She wrapped her arm around her small waist and held her tightly. Then she quietly and slowly closed her eyes.

The softness of Karina’s body forced Amaris to think about the last time she cuddled. She was in the tenth grade, and the name of the girl was Elizabeth Jenkins. She was the youngest daughter of Mrs. Martina Jenkins, her biology teacher, and her first “p***y crush”.

Amaris began to remember that early morning, she pulled down Elizebeth’s silk bottoms and explored her innocence, with her lips, her mouth, and her tongue. It was the first time she had ever tasted p***y. So she was cautious, curious, and patient. And Elizebeth showed her “appreciation”, with her soft, crying moans, and the painful scratch marks on the back of Amaris’ neck and shoulders.

Amaris opened her eyes when she felt Karina’s soft lips kiss her hand. Her passionate thoughts of Elizebeth and her mother quickly disappeared for the moment.

Karina turned her body. Her eyes were still closed. She moved closer to Amaris’. She whispered softly into her ear. “Welcome to another day, my love.”

Amaris smiled. “Thank you.”

Karina kissed her hand, slowly. “No...thank you, my love.”

“Why are you thanking me?”

Karina opened her eyes. “For not leaving...this time.”

Amaris thought about what she said, as she stared deeply into Karina’s turquoise eyes. Her gorgeousness and her exotic accent forced her to be silent.

Karina moved upwards, very slowly. And then, she kissed the bottom of Amaris’ ear.

Amaris embraced the “chills” down her back and closed her eyes again. The sensation felt awesomely seductive. And then, she kissed Karina’’s forehead, with her lips and tongue.

Karina felt a jolt of pleasure, touching her inner thighs. The feeling reminded her of the first time she ever masturbated. “Your lips and tongue...feel so delicious.“

“Not as delicious...as yours.”

Karina whispered softly. “Can I have permission?”

There was a slight moment of silence.

"Chocolate Tokyo" appears courtesy of The Revolou GROUP, INC. x Eleven 29 Publishing Group

RELEASE DATE: TBA