Jamal On My Block Novels & Stories

he says leaning in "I can't ...Jamal I can't like fuck" I push him away from me and start pacing the street "Zuri you're still in your towel" I looked down and yep I'm still in my towel "Let's go back up to my house so that you can change," he says rubbing my shoulders "Jamal no please call me an Uber I am leaving for South Africa tomorrow just please leave me alone" I sigh "Exactly spend the last day with me " "Jamal are you fucking crazy I spent more time riding you than I have exploring this country, " I say throwing my hands up and he grins

We should share everything, right? Lily didn't reply for twenty minutes. When she did, it was just a "thumbs up" emoji. She was terrified. Good. When Jamal came home from the gym, he looked like he had seen a ghost. Which, technically, he had. He walked into the house and went straight to the liquor cabinet. He poured himself a glass of whiskey. Then another. "Tough workout?" I asked, coming into the room with a smile. "The sun was just... really bright on the drive back," he said, his voice cracking.

BIG KAI I blew his brains. The others screamed as Jamal's body limped but I didn't stop. I shot him again, again and again! I lowered my gun. Fucker's name's Jamal. My fucking supposed son's christened name. Second, he has a fucking sharp tongue. His battered head spilled out blood that rolled down his body. I moved my eyes to the others. They are shuddering relentlessly. "This is Bricktown. Ma fucking hood. You don't mess with it."

After making myself cum for the first time in years I decided to shave my entire body, so I was completely smooth all over. I crossed my legs and watched as Jamal nervously walked in. His eyes were doing their best to not look at me, but they were failing. He was in baggy blue jeans and a white vest that really did show off his big, muscular, ebony body. "I... I'll get looking." He stuttered. For such a big, hot guy, he seems very nervous.

"Well, you should. 'Cause I'm talking about hanging out with Jordy when he returns. We could hit the nightclub, or the movies, I don't know. But we should hang out," Jamal was quiet. How do you tell a friend that you just had a major fallout with the other friend so the trio-shit just isn't there anymore? "I'll be busy," Jamal hissed, standing to his feet. He grabbed his bag and gave Zach one last look. "I'll be mad busy, so have your fun with Jordy," Jamal headed out of the gym, tuning out Zach's words coming into his ears in yells. He got home to the screams of his Father, wafting through the door. He threw the door open and was face to face with his Father, yelling at one of their Omega s

I gave the driver the address and settled back, letting the anticipation build like a slow burn. We were meeting at Jamal's condo today. Jamal is a black guy, 6 ft tall, almost as well-built as Troy and was perhaps the cutest amongst them, while Alex is white and just as tall. I took the elevator up and knocked on the door. Jamal opened it for me. He smiled and hugged me as he let me in. Troy, Alex and Ken were already there. I walked up to all the guys, giving them all a nice, tight squeeze. I gave Troy his usual peck on the cheek as I took my seat in my regular spot beside him.

In less than no time, they were casually dressed up and had hit the road. Jamal was dressed in a pair black of denim jeans and a black t-shirt over it. On his feet were a pair of white converse and a black blazer graced his entire outfit. He also had on a black face-cap which would conceal the most part of his face. Adele had on a pair of boyfriend jeans and a blouse tucked into it. A leather belt held the jean in place on her tiny waist and on her feet were a pair of black Balenciaga. Her hair was wrapped up in a messy ponytail and she had on no make-up. She held her little handbag on her left hand while her right arm was wrapped around Jamal's left arm as they walked on the street.

Today I was in the garden trying to find something interesting to do when I saw Jamal stroll by. I called him and he came immediately. . "I'm bored", I said holding the cancer looking carrot I managed to pull out "Oh", he says unable to think of anything to say. "Come, Keep me company. Everyone is really busy and I honestly do not know what to do", I said sitting on the grass and throwing the carrot away. He sits beside me awkwardly. "So tell me, how did you end up here, working for Diego, being a Mafia, stuffs like that?", I asked.

"Hey, Jamal! Come over here for a minute, please." The six-foot-two gardener dropped his shears and walked toward the women. After working for over an hour in the sun, his shirt was drenched with sweat and plastered to his impressive body. The way he walked with his arms apart told Polly her sister hadn't been lying. Jamal was packing down there. "Hi, Miss," He greeted, giving both women a wide grin. "How may I help?" "You can help by dropping your pants," Molly said, simply earning a look of horror from her sister.

😊 Jamal's P.o.v😊 Ever since Gianna came home Friday evening,she has been smiling like someone under a spell. We were having lunch with our mom and Gianna was busy day dreaming. "Earth to Gianna" i said and nudged her with mu elbow. "What? Stop bugging me,Jamal" she said. "You have been smiling to yourself for like 20 minutes now" "So? Can't i smile anymore?" "Ever since you came home that Friday, you have been smiling like an idiot"