Valley Hills Apartments Series: Sleeping With My Sister’s Man

Sometimes, the best wisdom comes from women who have walked through the valley and are still learning to keep their eyes on the hills. Welcome to our new series: Valley Hill Apartments!

Sleeping With My Sister’s Man

Written by Deandrea Moore

Her name was Carmen. She was beautiful on the outside and in–a homegirl to men and women. Men found her attractive and intriguing, but never knew what to do with her, so they always opted for the route of using her. They treated her like a shiny trophy, something to be won and placed on a shelf to collect dust. A thing that’s value was wrapped in bragging rights. Carmen had a habit of being picky while simultaneously being an expert in picking wrong. It was something she had down to a science. It was like they had a sixth sense that let them know that she didn’t really value herself or have high standards. Although, she was a master of ‘faking it til you make it.’

So here comes this guy showing interest in her and at first Carmen plays it cool, hard to get. She tries to ignore him and mind her own business. He’s persistent, cool, and collected. So he not only catches, but holds her attention. This was a big deal considering sometimes her attention span could be short. She decides to give him a chance. They start having more conversations which leads to them hanging out. After a few times of hanging out they eventually open the door to adult activities. Now she’s in what one would call a trance–a state of delusion if you will. It’s got her thinking she likes him more than she actually does. She’s ignoring red flags and not thinking clearly. The door they opened had different things waiting on the other side. For him it was the feeling of uninterest after getting what he wanted.

For her it was heartbreak, especially because he’ll give up on true pursuit and never get to know how truly special she is. So since he never had real intentions for her and her self-esteem was down by the river, he treats her like a secret. Lucky for him she can keep it. Mind you there’s nothing wrong with Carmen. She just didn’t value herself enough to make him commit and claim her. So she lets him get away with treating her like that.

Now this is where things get sticky. The whole time she’s sleeping with him she’s unaware that this man is actually her sister’s. Knowing her even if she knew it was her sister’s man her thought process would probably be: “What would you have me do? I was sleeping with him before I knew about you. I mean you’ve got eyes, you can see. You know what he looks like. Plus, I didn’t chase him, he chased me.” Silly logic, I know. It makes sense to someone though. It made sense to Carmen. She wouldn’t care that it was her sister’s man. Getting her needs met and having her ego stroked were much higher on her priority list. And you wouldn’t be able to tell her this man wasn’t hers–delusion had already settled in. Him leaving her with forehead kisses only sealed her delusion. What her sister didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her anyway.

I’ll let you in on one more thing: Carmen’s sister wasn’t related by way of biology. They didn’t share a parent of any sort. She was her sister-in-Christ. The same God died for both their sins, so that made them kin. Carmen’s ‘sister’ hadn’t even found the man yet. That didn’t matter though. God never intended for them to get together. That was somebody else’s husband. Her husband was out there somewhere, but God wanted her to wait and save herself for him. Many of us are out here moving like Carmen. We don’t value ourselves or our bodies, so we allow men access that wasn’t truly earned. Opening doors that are harder to close than we think. We are sleeping with our sister’s man and delaying the process of not only the man meant for us to find us, but of him finding our sister. Once Carmen understood this she could navigate dating with intention and think of herself as something precious–to be treasured and stewarded over.

Sis, navigate dating with intention and remember that you are precious. Trust that you are not meant to be hidden, borrowed, or confused with someone else’s place. What God has for you will be clear, covered, and committed.

Introducing Valley Hills Apartments

Hey Loves,

Here is a new series for a new season!

In this new series, the ladies of Valley Hills Apartments share pieces of their lives through short stories, prose, and poetry.
Some moments may make you laugh.
Some may make you pause and reflect.
And each piece will leave you with a little encouragement.

Because sometimes the best wisdom comes from women who have walked through the valley and are still learning to keep their eyes on the hills.

Come on in and meet the ladies of Valley Hills Apartments!

From the Valley to the Hills

Disclaimer: These short stories and poems are works of creative expression, written by writers, Tannika Nikeya, Deandrea Moore, and Saneatra Polk, and are intended to inspire and encourage young ladies and women. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental.

Additionally, this series includes AI-generated visuals used for presentation, created by Tannika Nikeya, Saneatra Polk, and Deandrea Moore.

Meet The Authors

P’OSIES Cafe Series is a collaborative work by Tannika Nikeya and Saneatra Polk — two writers who believe in the quiet power of words, reflection, and creative connection.

This book is an invitation to pause, breathe, and linger a little longer with language and creativity.

We’re honored to finally share it with you in print!!!!


We’d love to know — are you a poetry lover, a cozy reader, a fiction fan, or drawn to suspense or reflective writing? 📖☕️

From Online to Print: P’OSIES Cafe Series Is Here

Hey Loves 💜


As promised, our sweet surprise is here!!!! ☕📖🎉

P’OSIES Cafe Series is officially available as a book.

What began as an online series has now been thoughtfully gathered into print — grown through collaboration, consistency, and care.

There’s something special about holding words in your hands that once lived on a screen — born from a writer’s heart and imagination.

Available now at Barnes & Noble:

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/posies-cafe-series-tannika-nikeya/1149052321?ean=9798279608850


📖☕️ P’OSIES Café Series

📖☕️ P’osies Cafe Series: Part 5 of Mr. Daniels and His Cup of Coffee

Welcome back, loves, to the P’osies Cafe Series!!! This is our grand finale pf our beloved series. So, grab some coffee, tea or hot chocolate because we know it is cold outside and come on end for the last story of the P’osies Cafe Series.  a new gathering for lovers of language and narrative.

Mr. Daniels and His Cup of Coffee pt 5

(C) 2025

Written by Tannika Nikeya

Accompanying Video:

https://youtu.be/aqglZ3OTQec?si=KkXBv8MZXcNz5zxX

Part 5 The Fire

“Mom,” she asked, “is he eating now?”

Mr. Daniels lifted his head slowly, his eyes focusing intently on Kimberly.

Kimberly let out a breath of relief. “Well, that’s good, Mom. Thank God. Keep me posted,” she said before placing her phone in her back pocket.

“Mr. Daniels, would you like another cup of coffee?” she asked. “On the house.” She knew his coffee had to be cold by now.

“No, thank you,” he smiled. “How is your dad?” he asked.

“Well,” answered Kimberly, “he wasn’t able to eat much, but now Mom says he’s able to eat a whole bowl of oatmeal. You know the cancer has taken a toll,” Kimberly continued as she sat down at the table with him.

He placed his wrinkled hand gently upon hers. “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. This is a tough time for you and your family, but I pray you have peace in the midst of it all. And I am glad your dad is able to eat again. Healing is the children’s bread.”

Kimberly couldn’t understand what he meant when he said that last statement, but she felt relieved. Her face relaxed, her smile reappeared, and her chest was no longer tight.

“Thank you, Mr. Daniels,” she said as he gave a smile and a nod. “Well, let me get back to work.”

“Did you want that fresh cup of coffee?” she asked again.

“No, I’m fine. Thank you,” he answered.




Lesliana returned to the cash register with a smile on her face. Mr. Daniels watched as she bounced happily back. It was then he knew she had earned a good grade on her research paper.


With Lesliana back from her break, Jacob switched over to helping Gregory and the rest of the crew with drinks, pastries, and sandwiches. Order after order, the café moved busily along to the flow of each upbeat song.

As Gregory tackled the old machine for an older lady’s hot mocha latte with a shot of espresso, a flavorful drink for a spunky little old lady, he teased her like always. “Ms. Brenda, what you been getting into lately?”

“This week I went hiking with my daughter-in-law!” she would say. Or she was skiing. Or she went to brunch with her girl friends and had a funky good time. But this time, when Gregory asked, Ms. Brenda’s eyes lit up.

“This week, I’m going to be in a fashion show,” she exclaimed enthusiastically.

“A fashion show?” Gregory asked, perplexed.

“Yep!” Ms. Brenda smiled, striking a playful pose.

Gregory laughed as he handed her the latte. “Well, Ms. Brenda, you better show them what you’re working with!”

“You bet!” replied Ms. Brenda with a laugh.



After making Ms. Brenda’s drink, Gregory and Jacob rotated through the next orders as swiftly as possible. Frappuccinos. Chai teas. Iced coffees. Lattes. One by one.

Jacob pulled the lever of the old coffee machine for the next drink to pour out when suddenly—a pop sounded, and smoke rose from the machine’s vents. Sparks also burst from the plug and outlet, startling both Jacob and Gregory. Jacob fanned the sides of the old coffee machine and moved the cup from it, but as he did, he accidentally spilled a bit of coffee on the cord.

The machine grew more agitated as the sparks intensified: then fire broke out. It was like a scene from a movie, an unrealistic one at that, fire was now emitting from both the outlet and the old machine.

Customers gasped and backed away. Kimberly rushed to Jacob and Gregory’s side. As she tried to help them get the growing fire under control, she commanded all the customers to go outside. People hurried out but Mr. Daniels stayed behind. With concern etched on his face, he slowly rose from his seat, moving only as fast as his aging body allowed.

The fire rose and swiftly grabbed on to nearby towels. “Call for help!” Kimberly shouted to Lesliana, who immediately dialed 911 and frantically reported the fire at P’osies Café on 47th & Lake Park. The operator assured her that a fire truck and ambulance were on their way.

As Gregory swatted at the flames, they lashed out and stung his arm. He jolted back with a yelp, and through clenched teeth, told Jacob to get the fire extinguisher. Jacob ran to the back of the store.

More pops and more sparks burst from the old temperamental coffee machine.

——-

Mr. Daniels moved closer, unnoticed by the crew. Kimberly and Gregory jumped back as the fire grew larger. Lesliana pressed herself into the corner by the register, still holding the phone, as frightened as anyone would be.

As the flames grew bolder, Jacob came running back. “I couldn’t find the extinguisher!”

“Oh no!” cried Lesliana. The new fire extinguisher was supposed to be back by the crates, but with the chaos, Jacob’s nerves, and boxes from the new shipment everywhere, he just couldn’t find it.

Mr. Daniels struggled to move faster toward them. Kimberly saw him through the flames.

“No, Mr. Daniels!” she warned. “Stay back!”

The daytime crew tried to fight the fire, but it burned hot. Gregory’s arm throbbed, searing from the inside. The fire spread across the counter, boxing them in. Fear gripped them.

But then Mr. Daniels called out, “Don’t be afraid. I am here.”

They heard him, but couldn’t see him anymore.

“Get out of here, Mr. Daniels,” cried Kimberly.

Just then, the fire shifted, clearing an opening, and the crew was able to escape from behind the counter.

Behind them, the fire roared—thick, angry, and loud.

The daytime crew made it to the door of the small quaint coffee shop. Sirens of a fire truck grew louder and then stopped as the fire truck came to a screeching stop right in front of the P’osies Café.

Firefighters jumped out the truck in their heavy fire gear, ready to conquer the angry fire.

“Is this everyone?” asked one of the firemen to the daytime crew as they rushed out of the coffee shop.

“No. Mr. Daniels. He is in there,” Kimberly remembered.

“Yes, Mr. Daniels!” repeated Lesliana.

“Take them” commanded the ruddy older fireman to one of the much younger firemen. “I’ll check.”

A moment later he and another firemen returned and stood before the crew, who were being examined by EMTs.

“No one was inside,” he reported.

The crew looked at one another. They were shaken and now bewildered.

Then Gregory smiled slowly. “Yoooo…”

📖☕️ P’osies Cafe Series: Mr. Daniels and His Cup of Coffee pt 4

Welcome, loves, to the P’osies Cafe Series, a new gathering for lovers of language and narrative. Our name, a playful blend of “Poetry” and “Stories,” perfectly captures the essence of what we’re about.  In this series, my best friend and fellow writer will join me at our writers’ cafe with our laptops, pens and paper, and a couple of iced mochas or chai lattes. We’ll be sharing our own work—from whispered verse to sprawling tales—and we invite you to listen, reflect, and get lost in the power of storytelling.

Mr. Daniels and His Cup of Coffee Pt 4

(c) 2025

Written by Tannika Nikeya

[Flashback from pt 3: Just then zzzz, zap could be heard and then a pop.

Gregory jumped back from one of the major coffee machines, with his eyes wide and his head leaned back.]

It had sat comfortably for years on the café’s counter turning one cup of coffee or chai tea at a time. The cafe crews had done their best to keep this old machine alive and lately it had been so temperamental. Gregory touched the machine, an idea he knew he shouldn’t have accepted into his mind, but it was instinctive.  “It’s cool,” he said as everyone behind the counter watched.

Mr. Daniels was also watching. Gregory set a long cup under one of the openings of the machine and pressed a button. Out flowed brown liquid whose scent pleasingly filled the air of the little cafe.

As Lesliana left the cash register, Jacob, another daytime crew member, stepped up with a warm smile to ring up the next customer. It was a quick break for Lesliana. She often sat down at one of the little tables to check her emails and eat and drink a little something, a blueberry muffin and hot Chai tea, her usual in the morning. She scoured her emails and then checked her student portal anxiously  as she sipped her tea. She had submitted her research paper a couple of days ago to her psychology professor and was awaiting her grade. 

In the midst of the morning, song after song played in the café adding to the cozy vibes and morning pace that had picked up. Mr. Daniels took another sip of his cup of coffee. This time no steam greeted him.

Kimberly just then rushed from the back with a cell phone on her ear propped up by her shoulder and a bunch of pastries in her hand all concealed in their individual wraps. She dropped them down on the small counter next to the pastries display. She would put a couple of them in the display to show their delectableness and store the rest for customers to purchase. When her hands were clear, she grabbed her cell phone to hold it, her face filled with concern.

Accompanying video:

https://youtu.be/QrddTnh4rrc?si=hQeQX_AxrwR-k-vP

We see Lesliana anxiously checking her student portal while trying to enjoy her break. What’s one time you had to wait for important news (like a grade, a job offer, or a diagnosis) while trying to carry on with your normal daily routine? How did you manage that stress?

📖☕️ P’osies Cafe Series: A New Hope PT 6

Welcome, loves, to the P’osies Cafe Series, a new gathering for lovers of language and narrative. Our name, a playful blend of “Poetry” and “Stories,” perfectly captures the essence of what we’re about.  In this series, my best friend and fellow writer will join me at our writers’ cafe with our laptops, pens and paper, and a couple of iced mochas or chai lattes. We’ll be sharing our own work—from whispered verse to sprawling tales—and we invite you to listen, reflect, and get lost in the power of storytelling.

Some paths don’t make sense until you look back and see the world you helped heal. Trust your calling. Trust your glow. The journey is worth it. 🌍💛

A New Hope PT 6 (c) 2025

Written by Saneatra Polk

https://youtube.com/shorts/0biwmY0WVIo?si=IC9zVC6d7ZXGBDql

Reflection: What part of your journey finally makes sense now that you’re looking back?

📖☕️ P’osies Cafe Series: A New Hope Pt 5

Hey Friends, welcome back to the P’osies Cafe Series! We apologize that P’osies Cafe was closed yesterday. Some things came up and we got a bit delayed. Nonetheless, we are open today and have a new treat here at the cafe: part five of A New Hope.

Enjoy!

She walked forward not because she had all the answers, but because she believed again. Her hope returned—reminding us that new beginnings often start at our lowest point.

Check out today’s treat:

A New Hope Pt 5 (c) 2025

Written by Saneatra Polk

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📖☕️P’osies Cafe Series: A New Hope Pt 3

Welcome, loves, to the P’osies Cafe Series, a new gathering for lovers of language and narrative. Our name, a playful blend of “Poetry” and “Stories,” perfectly captures the essence of what we’re about.  In this series, my best friend and fellow writer will join me at our writers’ cafe with our laptops, pens and paper, and a couple of iced mochas or chai lattes. We’ll be sharing our own work—from whispered verse to sprawling tales—and we invite you to listen, reflect, and get lost in the power of storytelling.

Sometimes the hardest part of the journey is remembering who you are. Even when doubt calls your name, trust the path that keeps pulling you forward. 

Please join us today for part 3 of A New Hope within the P’osies Cafe Series!!!!

A New Hope pt 3 (c) 2025

Written by Saneatra Polk

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