Interracial Novels & Stories

Jake said rolling his eyes as he scoffed, “Are you to tell the whole world that they are wrong, that it is bullshit when families have lost loved ones to these half human, half something else kind of things,” chief Rann said pointing straight at me as he said it. I swallowed hard as I looked down, “I’m telling you that we haven’t been given the whole truth, when all of this started and hybrids were chased from their homes what did they say, they told us that simply breathing the same air as them would kill us but we’ve come to learn that that was total bullshit, because here we are with one in our tribe and we’re all still very much alive,” his father looked very displeased with his son, “Th

- That pack no longer exists - I shrug - although I was banished so it doesn't count. - What is your other half? - Kilian looks at me intrigued. Everyone's eyes are focused on me. - Demon - they look at me in astonishment and I find myself quite tense. - Favorite color - I look at William and he smiles at me, he did it to change the subject. - Black- After spending two hours getting to know each other a little bit, I throw them out of my room. They are very annoyingwhen they put their minds to it. Not five

With determination in her heart, she resolved to make the most of this opportunity, whatever it may bring. As the day of her departure loomed closer, Shehryar worked tirelessly to ensure that all necessary arrangements were made. Documents were procured, logistics were coordinated, and preparations were finalized for her journey home. Though uncertainty lingered in the air, Sarah felt a sense of anticipation building within her—a longing for the familiarity of her homeland and the promise of a fresh start.

His posture was authoritative, anyone walking in the room could tell he was the boss around. "Ladies and gentlemen, sorry for interrupting your daily schedule. We won't be here for long. Let me start by telling you something about my father that most of you don't know" he said strolling across the podium, “This man right here always had a dream of having everything his heart desired, he knew he could achieve it but not alone. So, he sired children, my brothers and I. Even with his son's and their spouses he still realized he couldn't achieve that dream. And that's where you come in"

I walked past the monochrome-colored tiles, dropping the newspaper collection and the weird-looking stone on the dining table. With a relaxed mind, I headed back to my room, rolling under the sheets for a nice sleep. The sounds of wails and screams crust into my ears, my head banging with the interruption. What had happened to have caused such a peaceful neighborhood to be in shambles? Well, Father Timothy might be having some deliverance program. He is a man of great

Sara and Neha arrive at the fashion show and they see that the show is already started. Sara couldn't find any blank spot for her car. They were already late and now she couldn't find a blank parking spot. She gets really angry and finally sees an empty spot. Neha points to a parking place, “common, park it there. Hurry or else somebody will park it there. Common, hurry up. There's a car coming.” Sara tells Neha, “stop, I can't drive above the speed limit. If I get a ticket, then my mom will kill me. Just wait, nobody will park it there because if somebody's gonna come, they will come behind us, not in front of us.”

“Hey, Emi ko mọ ẹniti o jẹ ati Emi ko mọ kini awọn ero rẹ jẹ. Pẹlu Emi ko fẹ lati pa eniyan miiran pẹlu awọ awọ kanna bi emi. Nitorinaa ṣe o le sọ nkan? Ohunkohun ni gbogbo, Emi ko bikita!” English translation: “Hey, I don’t know who you are and I don’t know what your intentions are. Plus I don’t want to kill another person with the same skin color as me. So can you please say something? Anything at all, I don’t care!” This man is driving me crazy. Why is he not responding to me? I really don’t want to kill him, because not only he looks like an angel but I hate harming my own race. I love my melanin queens and kings. I believe we shouldn’t harm each other for petty or foolish reasons.

The furrows between her thin brows smooths out swiftly and her face transforms. "How far?" Her grin as it always appears, crooked and full teethed, is all I needed. * Eccentric: a word that says: different. Says: special. Odd, in a way, Strange, if you may, Because 'odd' and 'strange' are words that people use to label other people who are not like them, To segregate us, To put us in a small analyzable box and explain us. Eccentric, is biracial.

This time, my heart keeps pulsing in sync with the man sitting inches away. The Range Rover slows as we pass through a private security gate. Guards in dark uniforms nod to the tinted glass, and the barrier lifts. Exclusive. Controlled. This isn’t the messy chaos of commercial airports—it’s the world Renzo lives in, the world he’s now pulling me deeper into.