Bigbang Sober Novels & Stories

Nai: “You okay there Naraja? You're lookin’ a little sad n’ wonky in the face. You okay? You okay?” Naraja: “I hear you! I hear you! Geez! First of all, who the hell says ‘sad ‘n wonky’ in the same sentence and I’m alright, I’m alright my face just tends to do this, don't worry about it too much, k.” Nai: “Hmmm, if y’a say so but if there’s something bothering you, just say so.” Naraja: “Aah, ‘just say so’, huh. I’ll keep that in mind in the back of my mind as a mental tab...”

I watch with mild interest as the moon made its ascent on the shadow of the evening, my feet dangling at the top of a dilapidated oil tanker parked and abandoned on the outskirts of Brakstone City. Like every evening the sky was devoid of its twinkling stars as it was blocked with the thick smog of the city. As I stared at the inky blank sky saved for the faint silhouette of the crescent moon, I tried to search myself for any emotions. I don't feel sad or happy, I feel empty.

I look at him and plead again, wanting to lock the agreement, "Say it. Say you promise you'll consider me seeing the twins in one month." "I promise." And just like that I'm throwing away the advice my best friend gave me just a few hours ago. We're back to the cycle. The toxic cycle.

The bookstore was further from a plan—just a someday-thought she'd had for years that had floated close enough to grab. She grabbed. That was the thing she wanted Grace to understand, and Emma, and Mia when she got old enough. That the bookstore wasn't born brave. It was born desperate and stubborn and from the specific clarity that comes after a life falls apart. You don't wait to feel ready. You build, and the building makes you ready. --- Her phone buzzed. Duke. *Where are you?* *Store.* A pause. Then: *Which one?* *Third.* *Coming.*

“They’re like water in a fridge, freshening up, waiting to be sipped.” Erric scoffed. He opened his phone to check his social media life, but he remembered his promise to himself. This two-week vacation was supposed to be a social media detoxification period. Erric decided to take a picture of the sunset poolside view in front of him and kept it in his gallery. If not for social media, then for his memories. Thor and Renee’s parents arrived together. “So,” Thor starts. Erric took his earpods off and listened. “We got a new project coming up, specially dedicated to Brooks’ Silvers and the young ladies. Plans are settled. We’ll have in a month,” he summed up.

What an joke. I sat frozen in my throne, my mind completely stalling out as I processed the news. Theron hadn't been sick yesterday during the hunt. He was a high-ranking Beta, a warrior who had run that subsidiary pack with an iron fist for nearly two decades, and he’d just packed his bags and fled the territory like a scolded dog in the middle of the night.

We raise our glasses clink against one another. We drank our drinks and started enjoying the night then BODAK YELLOW by Cardi B booms through the speakers then we all shouted and get to the dance floor this was our Jam. We danced while we sang along to the beat. Shutting my mind off, I allow the music to flow through me. The three of us dance together for the longest time.

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

My cock hardens as she sucks me down her throat. "That is right choke on my cock",I ordered and she moaned around me. "Prez line two",I grunt as I answer. "Sebastian I got new product be by later to show you",Spencer our drug and gun man says before hanging up. Yes we dealt gun, drugs, sex and fights to make money. Was our fathers proud? Yes and no but when I was handed the alpha position I already loved the biker lifestyle so I created my club and we are the richest and most powerful biker club in the United States. Savage is a close second. Lisa sucks my cock and fondled my balls making me groan. I began thrusting in her mouth and feel my cock tingle. I was about to cum down her throat.

Alex stroked my hair gently. “The Whisper Chain feels dangerous,” I whispered, still gently touching my sensitive, cum-covered pussy. “Every word we say makes everything more intense.” Alex smiled against my neck. “One more round, Sophia. This time… no toys. Just us. Skin on skin. And we don’t stop until we can’t move.” Elena traced a finger through the cum on my back and brought it to my lips. I sucked it clean and whispered with a satisfied, exhausted smile: “I’m ready.”