Novel & Cerita Jamelle Sanders

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.”

They barely heard the crunch of little footsteps on the sand until a small, jubilant voice cut through the air. “Mummy, look what I found!” Jamal’s voice rang out, excitement spilling into his words as he clutched a shell in his small, sandy hands. But as his eyes rose and landed on Damian, he stilled, mouth parting, the shell slipping from his fingers as his eyes filled with wonder. “Daddy!” he breathed, his face transforming into pure, radiant joy. Without hesitation, Jamal sprinted toward him, arms flung wide. “I knew the heavens would answer me! I prayed for a miracle, and it happened!”

Jamal. He staggered forward-bruised, limping, but alive. "Melissa," he croaked, eyes burning. Two guards pushed him inside and slammed the door. "You son of a bitch," he said to Eleanor. "Ahh, Jamal. Still so melodramatic." "I saw you die." "I made you believe I was dead," she corrected. "Much cleaner. Much more inspirational." Jamal's eyes snapped to mine. "You okay?" I nodded feebly. Eleanor stepped between us. "Melissa is better than okay. She's the future. You… are obsolescent."

I don't want to go back there and if he gets to know he will send me back there so I am going to tell him that my home is far away and they sent me out so I came here and I have nowhere else to go. Yes!!! sounds great this is what I will tell him I smiled and clapped my hands grinning happily. ASHER'S POV I drove into my Beach House, climbed the pouch and opened the door to hear play giggle coming from inside the house. I totally forgot about the insane girl Melissa that's her name I guess. I stood by the door looking at her as she clapped and giggled. This lady is sure not okay I mean who claps and giggles alone in a house where she is the only one in.

“My soulmate, my baby momma, my wife, Ebony.” I shook her hand warmly, handed over their bags, hugged them both, and sent them on. One after another, more familiar faces came through. Hugs, smiles, polite small talk. Then Kendall Jacobs walked up with none other than the super model Camille Eubanks, now Camille Jacobs. “Aria,” Kendall laughed, shaking his head. “Girl, what did you do to yourself? You just disappeared at the end of school. Jalen was upset for weeks.” I froze for half a second. Really?

The room was dark and quiet, the only source of light being the fire place that burned and heated up the otherwise cold room. In the middle of the room was a large wooden table with a chair at both ends, Damian sat on one with Don and Leo standing behind him while Jamal Murray, a bald black man that looked to be in his mind forties with dark unforgiven eyes and a sharp cunning smile sat at the other with a stone faced guard standing behind him. Jamal was one of the few men who weren't born into this world but had managed to carve a place in it for themselves and he wasn't just some local boss running a small operation and raising his shoulders, He was the leader of the fucking Underground.

Before shutting the door, he said, "You know how it goes, Raven. Five minutes!" He looked at his watch. "What happened to Shelly Sandner?" "She got fired for what she did to you the other day," he replied without hesitation, then seemed to realize himself and clenched his lips. "Eat up. I'll be back in five." My heart stirred at what I'd just learned. I told myself to stay focus as I began eating. Jett would have fired the evil mistress if any other pack female was violated the way I was. He seemed like a decent male even though he was a jerk.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

"A cold day today, isn't it?" She is catering toward the girls from warmer Pack's; especially the Freedom Pack and Passion Pack members. Malik's mother wears a classic dress, made of thick, greyish white material, with a light shawl over her shoulders, which glittered with diamonds that probably cost more than what I have spent in my life. Naturally she is very beautiful, despite her slightly angular face and sharp eyes. She is someone many people idolise, however I would hate to cross her in any sense. "Malik has said his goodbyes to two more. Kennedy Reed from the Power Pack, was his choice for the elimination, however Yazmin Campbell decided to add herself to the list, as her beliefs do n

Jasmine pouted and muttered in a grievous tone, "Humph, don't get me started. I haven't seen him since the press conference. He doesn't answer my calls either. I don't know if he's still angry." "What's going on?" Amanda asked anxiously. "Jasmine, why don't you go to Glory Villas tomorrow and see what's happening? Remember to speak gently. Men need to be appeased. The Sandall family is considered a prominent family in New York. If you can truly become the legitimate Mrs. Sandall, you won't have to worry for the rest of your life." "I got it!"