Jamal On My Block Novels & Stories

I did not want Anna to see me being pointed at and insulted like this. That was the only dignity I had left. As I was trying to leave in grief, someone maliciously stuck out his foot and tripped me, causing me to fall to the floor. The food that had spilled earlier smeared all over me. Marvin covered his nose, looking faintly disgusted. "Alright, let him leave." "Did you hear that? Hurry up and get out!" "Do you think an animal like you deserves to show up in a place like this?!" I climbed up numbly. I did not know who it was, but someone stretched out a leg and pressed it hard against my back.

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."

“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.

The call ended. I stared at the phone long after, my reflection staring back at me...tired, furious, unsure. I hated that another man even had a place in this story. Hated that Cierra’s past was now standing between us, breathing. *** Jamal arrived like he belonged nowhere and everywhere at once. Leather jacket. Sharp eyes. That careless confidence men wore when they’d never been held accountable for anything. He scanned the corridor, spotted me, and smirked. “So you’re him,” he said. “The guy playing savior.”

~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.

He had forfeited that right a long time ago. Jamal crouched slightly so he was closer to Malaya’s level. “Hey there,” he said warmly, his voice kind and open. Malaya offered a shy little wave, her fingers tightening briefly around Jordan’s sleeve before she relaxed again. The small gesture sent a rush of emotion through Jordan’s chest—pride, protectiveness, and a quiet ache all at once. Jamal straightened and turned back to Laila. “If you need me, you know how to reach me.”