Blackberry Stories Novels & Stories

After buying a packet of black licorice which was his favorite of all goodies, I headed over to his house on my bicycle. The 'For Sale' sign threw me off and I drove into it after I read it in shock. I found out later when I got home that Mr Blackstone had gotten a promotion and that they had moved yesterday. The promotion was only valid if he was able to start working that day. And just like that, I lost my best friend. "Now class," Ms Jacobs, the Lit teacher, called our attention. I broke out of my thoughts and looked up to face her.

Poor Belinda! TO BE CONTINUED...

I just told myself it was good to keep safe a distance from people, but why is it that I have this desire to listen to them? "I'm glad you're Crimson's friend." Scarlet replied as she smiled. "Black, can you promise me something?" "What is it?" "If one day, Crimson needs your help, please be there for him. That guy doesn't know how to ask for help, and he might get mad at you for it, but please help him when the day comes." "You seem to know a lot about Crimson." "Yeah, I do." Her expression was really sad, but then she smiled. "That's enough of that. I didn't mean for the topic to get so depressing. I'll see you around, Black."

Her eyes do not leave it, and I become much more horny with the way she stares at my cock. Do you see this, racist man? Your girl is so amazed at the black person’s cock. “Do you want to taste it? If you want to, just do it. You’re allowed to touch and taste it.” I smirked evilly at her. She gulped, and I saw her chest moving, indicating that she’s nervous... or excited? “I already have a b-boyfriend.” I chuckled and held the garter of my boxer shorts. I saw her follow it quickly.

I was at the beach. Chief grabbed that file from Clark and said, "you must respect someone's privacy!" 'I thought it'd be amusing to know what you were doing at the beach a century ago...' "Only if you don't judge me after reading it." (Clark smiled) 'Why did you call me here?' "Now you're on the right track, these cases of suicides aren't that easy to solve. They are literally typical, beyond our thinking and even different from our every previous case." 'And... What?' "Check this file in your hands?" 'This... (he reads) FUCKK!!! What the hell is going on in this world?' "As I've said earlier that you'll regret your life?" 'I think I should contact my partner...' (And he leaves the HQ).

I bet you already know who was it, ehehehe. PS: If you want to know my other stories as well as Black's story, feel free to tell me your Instagram account or FB so that I can share you the link. Their son's story is not yet out but it will be soon. Thank you for supporting them until now. I LOVE YOU ALL AND THEY ALL LOVE YOU TOO!(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

Another who wanted to sue Blackberry because their phones didn't contain any actual berries. Jasmine, Garius and Heidi told funny stories involving Mister Moore, crazy meetings with crazy people, and then told of dozens of letters they'd dealt with from people claiming bizarre things, like a proclamation they received that Benjamin Moore was the new messiah, along with a completely updated bible about him from an obsessed housewife in Texas. Jasmine insisted it was on the Island somewhere.

Coughing, he went to the washing area and washed how mouth full of chocolate bits. "Berry gold creamer," Grandma laughed so evil like in the movies. "Grandma," I called, still shocked. Waiting for her to continue the story. "Oh, where were we again? Uhh. . . Yeah your mom, your dad and your cousins." She sighs heavily. "But let's just talk about your mom and dad first. Oh this story will take forever!" she continued, and took another bite of fruit berries I don't know the name of. "I dare you to tell her the stories in one week," Grandpa says finishing to drink his coffee.

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

It seems everyone could read beyond her present state. “There’s nothing much to say aside from that my dad’s company went through a terrible financial stroke due to a failed project and our competitor bought our company,” she said in one go and took a bite from her donut “Oh my, this donut is so good” she made a satisfying sound and continues eating.