Gang Novels & Stories

I can tell she is angry or worried about something, given how she is looking at the few children who are playing behind the store area we were currently at, I guess her anger was directed at the city. Who will blame her though? The children appearance says it all. Their thin shrivelled bodies move with such slow pace as one throws a pebble into a little hole the others must have made, the movement is almost painful. Another goes to inspect the throw, rubbing his flat chest that holds his ribs which are almost bulging out of his skin, as he moves with the same slow space as the others. As he advances, I steal my eyes away not wanting to feed my sight with the pain. "The sooner we make the tea

Maze's "Gab! C'mon! You can't be like this! Haven't you learned your lesson?" Mark and I were waiting for Top outside the bar when we heard Mike scolding a drunk Gab. Kevin and Mike are helping each other to carry him as he is too drunk that he can't even walk properly and just keeps on muttering incoherent words. I looked at Mark and he seemed worried but not about Gab but Mike. I can see Mike and Kevin having a hard time carrying him as he was a big guy.

She asked as I continued to stretch. " They fell to mention that when we talked yesterday" I said looking at them sending glares they're way . Letting them know I'm going to get them both back later . " It's only for training , and fyi nobody came even close to beating them . Beta Nick would go easy at first but then switch on you mid fight ,but Alpha Kane well…" Gina paused for a second " He might try to kill you or at least put you in the clinic." She said with a slight concern.

I didn't kiss a guy for 5 years I'm pretty nervous. And then he touches my lips and it's going automatically. I get lost and almost forget where we are when suddenly the bathroom door opens and I remember Defne in it. I immediately let go of his lips and get into Deniz room before she gets out. "Vay, vay, vay, eniste!" Defne playfully adds in Turkish saying wow three times and uncle to Hudson. Eniste is used in Turkish as the husband of the sister or an aunt. I guess she heard us. They both laugh and I hear their steps going downstairs.

I could sense that he was blushing even if I couldn't see. "Anytime Kamara" he said his voice low and deep. I walked to my front door alone after convincing him that he didn't want to be on the receiving end of my mother's wrath. *** "Be careful around the backyard" Gyasi yelled at me. Yep, Gyasi my twenty one year old older brother was here for the holidays. "Whatever" I yelled back obviously to frustrate him and it worked because he grunted in response.

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

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I can’t see anything behind these layers of guilt, shame, and disappointment I feel for myself. The waves of anger which radiates from the hulking body a few feet in front of me doesn’t do anything to help, he is only making it worse. If Adrian is this furious, how about mom? Oh God. ****

To answer his question, I pulled open my trench coat to expose my provocative sequins covered bra and tiny panties His eyes studied my body, my glitter covered skin, to my parts on display and I saw the shock drain out of eyes, quickly replaced by anger, terrible scorching anger that burnt all in his path. “You’re a stripper” he stated in a deadly calm voice that sent shivers down my spine, I could only nod. He stepped away, turning from me. I watched as he stomped over to the tv at the corner of the room and raised his foot, kicking the tv off its stand before repeatedly stomping on the screen. Sparks flew and I rushed forward, still shocked to my core, to pull him away from destroying the