Fat Joe Novels & Stories

I picked it up slowly, unfolded it, and the moment I recognized the handwriting my entire body went cold. I knew that careful, looping script anywhere. I'd seen it on supply lists and chore assignments for three years, always given to me with a smile sharp enough to cut. Tyla's handwriting. The note was short. Four words, written with the same casual cruelty I remembered from every interaction I'd ever had with her. THIS ISN’T OVER, FATSO! My hand started shaking before I even realized it. I looked around the room slowly, at the windows I hadn't checked, at the door I hadn't locked, at the warm and beautiful space someone had just turned into something that felt violated in seconds.

Not only that, but all the baby fat had seemingly melted from his face, leaving behind a man who looked years older than he actually was. “Didn’t take you for a steroids guy, but I guess I’ve been wrong before.” I snapped in an attempt to keep him talking, seeing as he clearly loved the sound of his own voice, while I tried to think of a way out of this. I reached out to Celeste in search for her help, but to my dismay, hit a wall of pure silence. “Oh, come on now Maia, don’t be like that. And if you’re trying to get in touch with your wolf, I’ll tell you now that it’ll be a waste of your time, same goes for your Beta in the other room for that matter.”

“If that were a real person, their airway and movement would be shut down. Very nice tactic.” I spun around and met by a man with dark chocolate colored eyes. I couldn’t put my finger on it but something about them seemed familiar… Like a far off mist, as if they were standing in a fog but something about them seemed strange in an unusual way. His dirty blonde hair was impeccably styled and his features blended nicely together contrasting from light to dark, his skin was a tinge tan, and he had the perfect golden color. “I’ve heard so much about you, I’m Elijah.” His baritone voice pushed through the air and I felt my brows furrow.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

"Young man this is not a place for you to bragg all you want, you can just leave now, or else I'll call the security to beat your asses out here." "Oh? I'm just here to buy a car and now you want me to beat up?" Hazel's face turned red and hesitant. "Lets leave now I don't want to cause you a trouble here," she said. But Jae refuse so. "We're here to buy a car any way so just stay at my back and wait." The Manager's gets darkened. "Boy don't be arrogant or else you know the consequences!" All of this were already predicted by Jae but instead he kept this to be a low profile rich man.

Above being the cover story of Rolling Stone like some kind of rock star of telecommunications. He was nothing but a big jerk.

Okay. Tulio arrived at his grandmother's place, got on his motorcycle, and headed to Fat's neighborhood, which had nothing fat about it. The man was as thin as a reed. Fat was sixty-eight years old and had built an empire on loan sharking. He had been a loan shark since he was underage and now, the whole block where he lived belonged to him. All the houses on the block were his and were rented out. At the end of the block, the three-story corner house in provincial style was his. His four children lived in the same block and were all married, and the children running around there at the moment were all Fat's grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

Alex wouldn’t even allow accuse her of using dairy products despite knowing that Tess her sele gave up dairy for his diet. Whenever memories big and small cama up with Alex, Mía couldn’t believe she ever was Tess. As Mía if you so much as forgot to open a door once she would never grace that man with her prescence again. Her standards now are through the rough. How the times did truly change for her.

He suspected that Juicy's early retirement would be short lived. Jazzy ran ahead of him and into the bakery and Troy heard several people greet her. Her reputation preceded her. He smiled to himself. His life as a father and husband was more then he could have ever hoped for. He didn't know if his was a 'normal' life, but he knew that he was where he had always wanted to be; in a real family. "Hey Bossman." Jace said. "Hey, looks like we got a crowd. Go ahead and take a break. I'll fill in behind the cash register."