Blackberry Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Photographs covered the walls portraits of strangers caught mid-smile, moments of stillness, and little stories told without words. “Wow,” I breathed. “It’s beautiful.” Ethan shrugged lightly. “It’s just life through a lens.” He motioned toward a chair near the window. “Sit. Want coffee? Or tea?” “Coffee’s fine,” I said, and he disappeared for a moment, returning with two steaming cups. When I took the first sip, he leaned against the table across from me and asked, “So, how’s your story going now?” I smiled. “Better, actually. The words are finally moving again.”

It's more enjoyable without a condom. Me. Bel?? What do you mean?? Ah!! Y'all have started having sex?? My mother would kill me!! Bel. Abegg! What's there? Lol. You haven't had sex before?? Let's talk about this later. Jeff is here and we are busy. Hmmm, I thought Jeff didn't like hear. I even overheard their discussion that day at the library. I hope it's not what I am thinking sha. My ringtone distracted me from my thoughts. I checked and saw that Ade was calling.

“Like… really quiet. Even before Mom bailed on the trip. Everything okay at home?” I took a long sip, buying time. I wasn’t about to unload on her. Not about how Sarah had been gone three weeks out of the last four. How the last time we’d had sex she’d checked her phone afterward. How I jerked off in the shower most mornings just to take the edge off. “Work’s been intense,” I lied smoothly. “And your mom’s schedule… it’s a lot. But we manage.” Millie watched me over the rim of her glass. Her eyes were bright and curious. “You don’t have to do that, you know. You don’t have to pretend that everything’s fine. It’s just us here. The storm's not letting up anytime soon.”

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

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David asked as he looked around in awe. Tess raised her hand to open the door when it flew open. "Tess!" Barb said as she threw her arms around her daughter. "I can't breathe," she coughed out. "Who are these people?" "My team." "Oh, nice to meet you all." Barb waved. "We'll be camping in the back for a few days." Tess informed. "I have to hurry to the diner. I'll be back in a few hours." She hurried off to her car and drove off.

A buzzing sound of a phone made scarlet startle, she looked to her side and saw a phone on vibration. After three rings, it beep signifying a message. Wondering who owns the phone, she decided to check out the unread message after making sure that no one was close by. It reads. 'Agent Dennis I was just calling to inform you that I've sent some files to your PC,it entails the fake names of this unknown assasin. Some are female and some are male, just work on them tonight for possible linkage to this assasin"

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.

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.