Novel & Cerita Jamal On My Block

“Strike before they make any funny moves.” Naomi lifted her chin slightly, her eyes fixed on Amanda, cold and lethal. ****** ◈JABAL'S CABAL◈ Jamal sat back in his chair, the smoke curling lazily from the small silver pipe perched between his fingers. He watched the curl of smoke twist toward the ceiling as he lifted his phone, dialed Valen's number and waited. The line clicked and then Valen’s tired voice groaned, “Brother?” “It’s done, Blood,” Jamal said simply, his tone even, almost clinical.

Beauty and Pretty followed his cue and blinked into the dim room like other small moons. “You okay?” Kamal asked, moving off the bed to stand beside him and put a tentative hand on Jamal’s shoulder. There was a brotherly steadiness in Kamal that shouldn’t have belonged to a boy of eight, but it did, and he offered it now as if it were a thing he had in his pocket. Jamal swallowed and forced himself to steady. “Bad dream,” he said. The words came out small. “Again?” Beauty’s voice was a thread of sound. She wrapped the blanket tighter around her shoulders like armor.

I glanced at the emergency exit door and counted the seconds as I urged my idiot brother, "Come on. Are you done thinking? This apartment is only 30% occupied. If I'm dead, no one else is coming to save you." Then the stairwell door opened. Teddy stuck his head out, spotted me, and smiled. "There you are." My heart lurched. He walked toward me, one step, then two, then three, his smile stretching wider until it resembled a maw. At last, the door behind me opened. I felt the rush of air against my back and threw myself inside, landing hard on the floor. Chad slammed the door shut and locked it while I struggled to catch my breath.

Bri shouted and Josh just did this really weird dance that got me doubling over in laughter. If Mom hears that I left the house without her knowledge or her giving me the go ahead to leave, she’d throw a fit, but hey, I was feeling like I was never in pain at all, I might as well make the best of it. I put on a baseball cap and sunglasses and we headed out. I drove to my favorite ice cream shop and we all walked in. Thanks to my mini disguise, I wasn’t recognized immediately. Only the man selling it knew I was the one, he shook his head. He was elderly, his brown hair now overrun with grey ones. “All these kids who found fame” he said and I laughed. He always found it funny when the paparazz

Zharn's mother smiled from the other side of the table next to her husband and first child. "Indeed." His father curtly replied. "Thank you." I gave my brightest rehearsed smile, hoping it looked as good as it did in my dresser's mirror. I sat down, placing my purse on my lap, and Zharn sat next to me. "Before I forget, I got you something." "You can't have anything I like except for your ginger hair." She replied coolly. "What about a book by Jamilla Coover, the final book of this Break Me series?" I raised up the black and purple popular mystery thriller novel.

Avery’s POV “Just stay put I'm coming to get you then we can go together, I don't like the idea of you walking around on your own Babe!” Jamal said, sounding so worried. Giggling I replied, “I will be fine my love, it's just the mall two blocks away from my studio. I'm craving Cheetos and chips, it's not my fault the baby can’t wait for you to drive all the way from the other end of the city to the studio.”

Jamal shouted "Don't you ever talk about her like that." A gun clicked. The cacophony sent a chill of fright down me but Jamal didn't step back from me. He leaned closer and his forehead against mine "Do you hear me? You're not going anywhere. Not like this and not when i haven't given you the life you deserve"

She smiled, holding out her hand which I grabbed, heaving up abd wincing "That's the second time you are getting the shit kicked out of you in the last couple of weeks." I shrugged, "I am starting to get used to it." As we reached out apartment once again, the weight of the past seemed a little lighter. The door closed behind us, shutting out the noise of the city, and we stood in the quiet space. As I bade her goodnight, limping to my room, I heard her call out, "Now we are even." Jamal's POV I stepped out of the car, squinting into the darkness, the cool evening breeze blowing across my face. He stood there alright, staring across the river, his hands clasped behind his back

Jamal’s laughter echoed as he ran toward Damian, his little legs moving as fast as they could carry him. “Uncle Damian!” he called out, his voice filled with joy that made the tension in the air feel momentarily lighter. Damian crouched just in time to catch him, lifting Jamal effortlessly, ruffling his curly hair with a playful smile. “There’s my Superman!” Damian grinned, holding the boy close. “How was the party, champ?” Jamal beamed, his excitement bubbling over. “The party was really great, Uncle Damian! I swam and ate lots of candies!” His voice dropped suddenly, his smile fading as he looked down. “But... I made Mommy cry.”