Black Resurgence Novels & Stories

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

I hugged her back and Jade joined in. The line outside the club was longer than the Nile River, but luckily for us Steph's friend owns it. The club was packed inside too. By the time we got to our VIP table, I lost count of how many boobs my arms unintentionally touched and how many men tried to grope my butt. Ugh. The mixture of smells of cigarette smoke, strong perfumes, puke and urine filled the air, reminding me of the only time Nate and I tried clubbing. We both didn't like it. Ugh. Stop thinking about Nate.