Crackhead Chronicles Novels & Stories

The squad would never accept a four-eye to cheer with them. After pleading desperately with my mom to let me wear eye contact in the eighth grade, she finally decided to let me. I was overjoyed for a short period until I discovered from an appointment with my dentist that I would wear braces for two years. The news hit me like a bolt of lightning. I would never have a chance with the Hot Shot cheerleading squad. Eye contact could hide glasses. What could hide braces? Nothing.

This angle was deeper, more invasive, hitting a spot that made my whole body go rigid. He began to pull back almost entirely, the slick sound of his skin sliding against mine filling the room, before slamming home with enough force to make the headboard crack against the wall. I let out a broken, high-pitched sob, my body instinctively clenching around the intrusion. He was opening me up, claiming parts of me that had stayed dormant through all those years of sickness and hospital smells.

~KIMORA~ I woke up with my severe hangover,I couldn't remember much of the previous night,I knew I drank alot and was touched last night. I have been used again. I looked at my naked body, something wasn't right,I was in the bed with two girls and were naked. "Layla?." I had flashbacks of catching Layla with a girl and then sucking her breast and then fucked by the other girl. "I had a threesome!,what have I done?!,no,no,no,I let a girl have sex with me."I cried. I quickly got out of the bed and went into the shower to have my bath.

He fell right into their plot, exactly as planned. The impact was devastating. His company was blindsided, left floundering and utterly unprepared. Almost overnight, the tides had turned. The once-powerful Hood Group was thrust back into the dire conditions it had barely escaped five years earlier, but this time, no one was willing to help them recover. In his desperation, Jeffrey called me. His voice was fraught with panic when I answered. "I need 30 million. Now," he pleaded. The audacity of his request almost made me laugh out loud. Tears of incredulity filled my eyes.

Something new is waking. And somewhere, a man with Micah's smile cracks his knuckles, scars shimmering silver under moonlight, ready to lead them.