Dropout Sinbad Novels & Stories

DAMN IT FOR FUCK'S SAKE! As the sun begins to set, casting long shadows on the pavement, I find myself standing outside the Mitchell household. I hesitate for a moment. My sweaty nervous hand are hovering over the polished doorknob with my heart pounding with equal parts fear and anticipation. A voice inside me urges me to step back, to resist and flee from the temptation that lay beyond this door. But another voice, controlled by desire and curiosity, whispers seductively, beckoning me to take that fateful step..... With a mixture of eagerness and longing, I turn the knob, my heart pounding hard and relentlessly in my ears like a tribal drum. Well, what's the jumpiness for? I am only here

I think out loud and pause, realizing the words have already slipped out. Mason is my childhood bestie, the only boy in the midst of two girls; Savannah and me. He would worship us like we were literal queens, paying attention to every detail. Not even a strand of our hair got hurt with him around. After high school, harsh realities tore us across the globe. “Repeat it,” Caleb’s face turns cold, red with bitterness. “What you just said, repeat it.”

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

"I'm sorry, I can't do this." "Holy snakes!" Ken exclaimed. This time he was up on his feet, pacing from side to side. "What the fuck can you do? No, tell me, what? All you’ve got to do is deliver some stuff to a client off Eastbay in your mother's stead since you both look alike, almost her height, and the perfect double. But no, you are a fucking chicken, such lazy bones, spoilt brat! Trust me you are doing this, like it or not."

Although it seemed weird, it was a craving I had developed suddenly, and I didn't think I could take it out of my mind. My core tingled whilst imagining what he could do to me with his mighty rod. “I just need to stop thinking about Sin,” I mumbled, shutting my eyes tight. “I can't believe I'm having this weird thought about him!” I groaned. Clutching my phone, I watched some skits I had downloaded the night before to take my mind off the sinful thoughts of Sin's hand all over my body. ★★★ “Seven.” I glanced through the list. I grimaced whilst glaring at what I had written there.

Pen in hand I began scratching on a sleek sheet and once done I set the objects down and stretched out my aching fingers. The objects were removed and I heard something small being set down on a metallic surface. "So your name's... William?" he asked cautiously and I nodded, amazed that whatever I wrote was eligible. "It's a lovely name but we'll have to work on your penmanship. No offense but it's horrible." Nathan said and I nodded but then a question hit me, "Does he not know that I am blind?" The question stirred something within me and I immediately wanted to ask it. So I reached out my hands and made a grabbing motion. "Hmm, do you want the pad and pen back?" Nathan asked and I nodded,

Like no one really lived here. Then I heard it. A thud. Another. A sharp exhale. I followed the sound down a side hall. A pair of double doors were cracked open. The smell of sweat and leather slipped through. Inside was Ricardo. He was on the bench, pressing weights above his chest. Muscles straining, jaw tight. Tattoos shifting over his skin. Sweat slicked his shoulders. Every movement was sharp, controlled. I froze at the door. The clang of the weights rang out as he dropped them onto the rack. He grabbed a towel, dragging it over his chest. His head turned.

They saw Cain lowering his eyes before them. “I am sorry, uncle Rican, Nina. I am really very sorry,” they heard Cain apologising to them with his lowered head. Lifting his hands up, he joined them in front of him. “I know my mistakes are not forgivable, especially the inhumanity which I had tried to do with Nina and then getting blinded by hatred for you, I ended up harming uncle Rican whom I have always considered as my family, so please forgive me. I am extremely sorry for everything,” Nina saw tears falling from Cain's closed eyes which made her feel like he had really started feeling remorseful of his brutal actions and choices. Now he was genuinely regretting the cruelty he had done.

Stupid fan! “Six, why are you here?” the guy asked. His number one fan was right about him being Spanish. “Well, I’m here to get breakfast, but I also wanted to introduce you to someone,” Six replied. “I'm actually meeting someone in your life?” the guy scowled. “Trust me, I'm just as shocked that I’m doing this. Rochelle Solano, meet Five. Five, Rochelle,” Six introduced Prominent, I repeat.. “Really?” I couldn't help but giggle. “I feel like I’m missing something here,” Five admitted.

Even her lips turned white, making the tear tracks on her cheeks look like deep, hollow ravines. Dad walked over. His voice trembled too. "Dex, that command doesn't count. It was said in the heat of the moment. It doesn't count." The door was pushed open again. Sapphire stood in the doorway, looking at us hesitantly. "Adam has been sent back," she began. "His system glitched out. The manufacturer said his emotional module overloaded, so he had to be recalled to the factory for repairs." Sent back… The words bounced around inside my head for a few moments, unable to find a place to settle.