Boondocks Dreads Novels & Stories

Burno walked in without knocking. He’d heard the water from the hallway—knew it was her. Stripped in the doorway—black t-shirt yanked over his head, cargo pants shoved down, boots kicked off. Naked, scarred muscle gleaming under the dim vanity light. Cock already hard—thick, veined, flushed dark, head leaking. He stepped behind her—water soaking him instantly—pressed his body to hers, cock nestling hot and rigid between her ass cheeks.

She declared. "And do you trust him?" Ethan move closer to the bars aso he was inches away from her, her expression softened and she looked down at her hands. Drake saw the risk, so he laughed allowed drawing their both attention, He smirk at Ethan. "Lemme breath your last pillar, homeless dog..."

She would usually go through with every dare, and had a pretty hot streak going. "Becky the daredevil!" Steve chanted excitedly. That was her name, and she was proud of it. Steve looked at Becca and Demitri, smirking. He then whispered something into Kendra's ear. Kendra laughed and Becca started regretting her choice.

Struggling to understand the dream I had just woken up from, I clutched my tummy with my trembling hands, my heart pounding in my chest as I contemplated the shocking revelation I had just learned: Tristan was my mate. The words danced in my mind, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. It sent shivers down my spine. The implications of the mate bond were both terrifying and heartwarming to me. I tried to hide the shock that rippled through me, but my hands trembled, and I felt a mixture of fear and warmth. Fear because I had no idea what being mated to Tristan would mean, and warmth because I hoped that, through the bond, Tristan would come to love me and protect our child.

People took selfies with popular candidates, and news reporters with shiny microphones interviewed excited supporters. Meanwhile, far from the bustling city, in the dusty back streets, the omegas were herded into their own campaign space. There were no speakers here, no music, no decorations. Just dry dirt, crumbling walls, and heat. Most omegas stayed in their wolf forms, too poor to afford clothes or too ashamed to show their faces. Their fur was uncombed, some with scars and patches. Placards were forced into their mouths or tied around their necks. Few in human forms were forced to hold banners, on it was the bold image of Williams Jones.

A part of me wants to move and help in the battle but the other half wants to go back in my room and hide. Am I scared? What am I scared of? I am lost in my thought as I absent-mindedly move myself backwards ever so slowly when I heard a voice. “Where are you going? Don’t tell me that the mighty Amari is now scared?” It was Alpha Drake. I sneered hearing his arrogant remark. “Shut up or I’ll kill you myself.” He laughed softly as he looked at me and said. “How about you kill him first?” He then faced the wolf in front of us.

I don’t know why but it felt like the room had grown somewhat cold, there was an icy tension in the air but I didn’t want to move from my position. I had been blessed with some nice soft melons that smelled so sweet while squeezing me, no guy would want to leave that, definitely not me. Especially not this embrace. “Oh?” Roxy started, “No wonders you cause so much trouble. If it weren’t for the mate bond, no guy would ever want you.” “Oh guess I’m lucky then! I got myself such a snac while yours probably saw you and left even with the mate bond present.” “You little bitch-” Roxy was ready to rip Maya’s skin off and the situation was getting out of hand.

A voice questioned. "Noo" someone whisper back. The voice are above whispers as they try to be subtle. "That guard dealt with her eeeh" one exclaimed They laugh shrilling, I try to tone them out. But there are annoyingly close. The curtain shifts open, turning my head shapely the action makes my head throb further. Long dark braids flows down, shape fierce feature towers over me with slender high cheeks bones. "I'm doctor Easter, I would be attending to you today" her voice is sniff, her expression rigid.

Kacey Today was going to be the hardest and toughest day for all of us, especially Warren and Maulvy. They had been telling us stories of their youth and how they had both been friends with dreads since they were five. They all grew up together and got into drugs at twelve they'd started their own haulage company so no one would ever suspect them carrying the drugs across the borders. Dreads was well now through the underground as the most terrifying drug lord the Greens had dealings with. As long as nothing illegal went through the Greens territory it was fine.

Damon thought he’d be the one to not leave here alive but he would be. I placed my hand over his pushing reassurance and love through our bond. He smiled at me before giving me a quick kiss. The cars ahead of us started moving. We followed them all of us going slowly. One by one we passed small brightly colored huts and tepees as people watched us move through their village. They were dressed like native Americans in buckskin breechclouts and dresses. Each had their hair long, braided that hung down their backs. Some had different types of feathers in their hair and some had buck skin and bones woven into their braids. My jaw dropped. This place was absolutely beautiful.