Jamal On My Block Novels & Stories

😊 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"

he greets excitedly. “Jamal, what a pleasant surprise!" I say, shaking him and thereafter ruffling his neatly sleeked hair. “Not the hair, bro!” he says, adjusting it. "I thought to pay you a surprise visit since I stopped by in New York." "Well, it’s good to have you here,” “Of course it is,” Jamal brags, and I laugh as we both take our seats. “So what brings you to New York—work or a woman?” I ask, and he laughs.

“If you could just let me guest go-” “You got a problem, boy? I suggest you walk out of here before we report you too.” “We should take him, he was having breakfast with her-” Jamal touched his hand to his forehead. “Why do I have to go through this?” He took out a document from where he was sitting, “You see, I'm here for you all. I hear you've been causing a bit of a stir in the community these days.” “What the fuck is he talking about?” “Let me deal with him.”

Sam is asking Malik to help her applying some cream on her back, and I'm just standing idly watching everyone into action. Jamal finally gets under the umbrella and gives Liam something like a receipt or a note. They exchange a little talk, in a serious manner, and I only manage to hear the last of it when I put my stuff down. "I got it," Jamal says. "It'll be ready in a day or two." "Thanks," Liam responds gratefully. And it's now that I get to watch the blonde in a close-up. Well, she is indeed gorgeous. Her plump breasts swell rightly beneath the fabric of her white bikini top, and they are quite exquisite.

stella explained, I could not tell if they was up to no good and pulling my kegs on purpose or if she had spoken the truth. “you know what, lets just go back in there and try scooping up any more memory that can be found, how about that?, it sounds good doesn't it?.” jamal asked even when most words of his sounded more intense I decided to join in on his new ones. “I'm not going back in ther, I

I guess even she agrees with me. We drive for what feels like hours, the monotonous road stretching out in front of us, when I hear Jamal let out a loud laugh as it reverberates around the car, echoing off the windows. “Phew, we have just left the pack territory,” he tells me playfully jabbing his arm into mine. I smile, relaxing a little, but until I can call Gabriel, I can’t fully relax. I also don’t want Jamal to know about the money or the phone just yet. I feel it’s important I keep hold of that little nugget.

I hope we never meet again. As soon as I hit the water, I swam quickly towards the shore. There, in the blind spot of Fenris and Caspian, a black SUV was waiting for me. High above, the gut-wrenching screams of Fenris and Caspian echoed as they scrambled frantically toward the edge of the cliff. "EMMA!!!"

CHAPTER FIFTEEN — WEEKEND ESCAPE Saturday morning arrived with a rare calm. The city was just beginning to stir, and Yara felt a lightness she hadn’t experienced in years. Her phone buzzed gently. “Meet me at 10? I have a little plan.” —Jamal She smiled, shaking her head. “A plan? This I have to see.” By 10:15 a.m., she arrived at a small botanical garden Jamal had chosen—a quiet oasis tucked away from the bustling city. He was waiting near the entrance, holding two iced coffees, dressed casually in a white shirt and jeans.

Heat rushes to my face and lower. The light flips, everyone starts moving but I step off the curb right as he does. We almost crash into each other in the middle of the crosswalk. His hand catches my elbow to steady me and that simple touch shoots straight between my legs. "Careful," he says, his voice is so smooth. "Sorry," I whisper back, not sorry at all. Up close he smells so good. I notice the pulse beating at the base of his throat. “ My name is Jamal,” he says.

He shifted me in one arm and reached for the handle. But he paused. Someone stood there. Someone blocking the door. Jamal. He looked surprised. A little nervous. His eyes moved from my face to Kai’s arms. “Jamal” I said. “What are you doing here” He scratched his head. He looked away then back at me. “Well I heard you got in an accident. I have been dropping by to know if you are home yet” he said. Then he stepped closer. “I just want us to talk” “Why would that concern you” I asked.