Jamal On My Block นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

“Only if I lose control.” “And tonight?” she asked. I hesitated. “Tonight I was close.” She reached for my hand. Her touch steadied me instantly. “I am not afraid of you,” she said. The words hit harder than any blow. Before I could respond, a branch snapped behind us. Jamal emerged from the trees, bruised and breathing hard, but alive. “Next time,” he said between breaths, “we make a better plan.” Relief washed through me. But it did not last.

"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.

The food that had tasted so good now tasted like nothing. But I still forced it into my stomach, because I knew very well that I might not get another meal like this for a long time. Keeping my stomach full was something the old homeless man had taught me. Anna's phone rang, and she answered it. "Marvin, what's wrong?" It was Marvin. Anna glanced at me, then got up and walked to the balcony to talk to him. Only then did I have the bravery to raise my head. I forced down the bitterness in my heart as I looked at Anna's slender figure.

I have alot on my mind lately but my mom's attitude is making me panic inside sometimes she just hide in her closet and cry or lock herself in the bathroom crying. I asked her what's up with her but she'd say "it's nothing baby" lost in trance when someone voice brought me out of my daze "hey beautiful" "hey Jamal" "what's up with yo? did you get in a fight with yo man? cos ion why pretty soul like you should be lost in thoughts if not for a man" Jamal said with a chuckle. "I've got no man!" "let's be friends Andrea, I really like you. I wanna be close to you"

I could hear him shuffling his drawers or table before finally lighting up his smoke. “Yeah? You wanna come?” Jamal asked again. For a moment I pondered, but I decided against being a pussy. Not in a shameful manner, but like coward-type level shit. “Yeah, fuck it… I’m coming. When and where?” “Ohhhhhh someone’s cuuummminnn hmmmmm…” Jamal moaned through the phone, probably cupping his balls for good measure. He was a freak and a clown like that.

Jabal was seated on the couch reading a magazine. It's just two days to their birthday and he needed to make sure everything is intact. Seated opposite him was Jasmine, who as usual was lost in her world of music. She nodded her head to the sound of the beat and you could tell she isn't bothered about anything. Jamal on the other hand sat beside Jabal with his eyes glued to his phone. "Jamal, do you think this will do?" Jabal asked Jamal looked into the magazine and sigh. "Hmmm. I think the other will do"

Suddenly, my phone rang and in panic, I accidentally answered the call. "Aye---" "Hush Jamie . . . Listen, I'm trying to talk to that boy, to see if he can understand. Don't disturb me and just call the cops," I hissed and glanced at the boy who cocked his head, staring at me. "Oh, he's still there . . . Boy, what are you doing?" Jamal raised his voice in bewilderment so the boy could hear and continued, "Don't do this. Listen to the blondie girl who probably pulled her cancer card out. She's right, although she's blonde and dumb."

~Seraphim~ Jamal was driving to the pack house where the elders were waiting for us. I had to meet with my father later on, my head was lying on the car seat and my eyes were at the window. “Are you okay?” Jamal asked and I tilted my head and stared at him with a faint smile on my lips. “The elders can be intimidating but you don’t have to be scared of them. Because I’m right here with you.” He reached out to my hand, which I placed on my thighs, and took them in his, intertwining our fingers.

Marcus unlocked the door and the first thing he said was, “Clothes off, both of you. You stay naked the entire weekend.” I hesitated in the doorway. Liam was already pulling his shirt over his head. He looked back at me, his eyes soft. “It’s okay, baby. Just do what they say.” I stripped. My hands shook so bad I could barely undo my belt. When I was naked, Jamal walked straight up to me and cupped my ass with both hands. “Good boy. That hole is still sore from last night, isn’t it?” I nodded, my face burning.