90's Will Smith Novels & Stories

ASHLEY “Boring right?” A young out-of-shape man says, leaning into my space. He holds up a bottle with the name “VODKA” boldly written on it, a greasy smile plastered on his face. “How about we go over to my place and I show you what real fun looks like?” “Fuck off, sicko,” I snap, the irritation boiling over. “Get a soul first.” I roll my eyes at him as he walks off with his sagged shoulders.

“Of course, I will let you go.” “Really? Oh my God, thank you so much.” “But that will be after ninety days.” “What?” She screamed. “Yes, ninety days.” “What do you mean after ninety days? Are you crazy? You kidnapped me for no reason and you won't let me go till after ninety days?” “You should be lucky I didn't say I will kill you.” “Let me go, this is a great offense and I will report you to the cops, untie me and let me go.”

But no matter how loud the sound, how swollen his face became—my heart remained still. "David," I said quietly, "the moment you chose Amy for the 99th time over me… that was the moment we ended." "You could beat yourself bloody in front of me, and it still wouldn't change a thing." I turned slightly and lifted my hand. "Actually, I want you to meet someone." Bill stepped forward, his presence calm and grounding. I reached for his hand and intertwined my fingers with his. Two moonstone rings touched, letting out a crisp, clear chime in the air.