Hood Stories Novels & Stories

Black's POV I finally got home after a long day. As usual, our house was empty. Everything's been so lively lately that everytime I come home, I feel a little lonely. I sighed and immediately lied down as soon as I got into my room. I closed my eyes, but I didn't sleep. I just didn't want to see everything so colorless. I didn't used to mind how colorless everything was. I just let the days pass while I slowly withered away. I never thought the day would come when I'd feel so hopeless again.

After hearing him out, Daniel and I decided to drive home overnight. Before we left, Great-Uncle Harold added that once the spirit-bound blood disappeared, she would suffer retaliation from the infant’s soul. As for what kind of retaliation, he didn’t say. By the time we reached home, it was already past midnight. Once inside, we turned on the lights and found the sculpture in the northwest corner of the living room. We used a power saw to cut it open. Sure enough, at the base of the sculpture was a transparent sealed vial.

Well, that was the shitty life I live. My parents got mad at the smallest things. I received beatings day and night. I mean,it was like I was unwanted in this world. Bruises and cuts every now and then. Our house was a mansion. Sure, because my parents never joked about their job. The one who calls himself a father is the heir to a family company while his wife was a designer. They were always on a business trip every now and then, away from home. One day, they decided to relocate to Canada.

**On the Edge of Everything** The morning after the town council’s announcement, the reality of their situation hit the Hayes family hard. Claire, Ethan, Samuel, and Lillian sat at the kitchen table, the air thick with anxiety. The fair had been a success, but it was overshadowed by the looming threat of losing their shop to the council’s development plans. They had poured their hearts into making the shop a cornerstone of the community, and now it was at risk of being erased completely.

That was my house. On this Tuesday night it was all going to be different from what they used to hear from their famous Rufous the Nightingale stories and not the usual fairy tales, or lazy tortoise stories neither was it going to be Harvey but a story i had decided to tell them ... my story... pardon me OUR STORY i meant. I cannot finish this story, the story of my life without mentioning to them each in the scene where they were birthed and whom their fathers were... The story i am about to tell is not a story but a History , my History , our heritage, history is the highest form of story ....the highest story of my home.

Hillary POV: Every story has a backstory. Most of them are epic, while some are bad. Just like how the alley leading to my apartment is dark, how my life has been dark and lonely ever since the beginning. The street's light glitched as I walked toward my apartment, reminding me that my life was a story with a bad backstory. Dogs barked as I walked past different houses along the alley. The waste bin at the front of each home creates a nauseating feeling in my stomach. If I'm to throw up, I will probably throw up nothing because I didn't have breakfast.

She got promoted to a very high designation in her office, bought her own apartment and she started living a very comfortable life. Everyone claimed and some even told her it would be hard for her without Oliver. Even she thought that it wouldn't be easy to move on and get used to the fact that he wasn't around. But unexpectedly life became more life-like and progressive without him. The concept of love was never really clear to her. People said that it was very hard and heart wrenching to live without the ones you love. When Oliver left, she thought she would break down and living without him would be very difficult.

The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes. The movie ended in two hours , nafisa and fawaz were already sleeping. Khadija sigh before joining them. They woke up around four in the evening, prayed and they sat talking. "Naffy, it is getting late. Let me get going " Khadija said to nafisa . "Okay"She replied and run off to her room. She got chocolate cake, and chocolate biscuits for fawaz, then Khadija's favorite square veil. The house felt empty, just like her an empty soul when her husband left her. she flipped through the cartoon channel , sighing heavily. She missed her husband.

“Didn’t think you had it in you, Cassandra Blake. But I should have known… blood runs in the family.” Her stomach dropped. Leo’s head snapped toward her, confusion and sharp calculation flashing in his eyes. He didn’t know this name, didn’t know why it mattered—but he heard it, and that was enough. Cass felt the room close in, walls pressing, air thinning. The stranger’s words weren’t random—they were deliberate, a needle threading through a past she’d buried. And then he laughed again, low and broken. “Your mother would be proud.”

Now I knew he'd been bleeding me dry for Riley Anderson, his childhood sweetheart. "I want to refinance the house, too," he added. I stopped what I was doing, my hands frozen in the sink, and turned to stare straight at him. "You really want your four three-year-old sons to end up homeless?" This house wasn't much, just a small three-bedroom, but it was ours—the one we'd fought for, saved for, and sacrificed for. The mortgage wasn't even close to being paid off. His name was on the deed because when we first bought it, I had been out of town on business. He'd told me it would be easier that way, with him making the payments.