Jamelle Sanders Novels & Stories

The same Jamal who vanished without a word five years ago. Her breath caught painfully. She rested her head back and closed her eyes, but the past flooded in anyway — nights when he drove her home after work, the way he used to tease her, the gentle way he touched her cheek. She pressed a hand over her chest. “I’m not ready for this.” She wasn’t ready for him. --- At that exact moment, across the city, Jamal Ibrahim stood in his glass-walled office staring at the calendar on his tablet. “Eliana Adeyemi — Creative Consultant (UI/UX & Brand Development).”

I scoffed at my foolishness while stepping out of the car. Jamal is a young billionaire, who has his life figured out, I will only be baggage to him. We both walked into Barrister Micheal’s office, “Thank goodness you are finally here Miss Avery. Have your seat comfortably, You are welcome, Mr. Jamal.” he said reaching for a file on his desk.

Kenny's pov The night was cold, a storm seemed to be coming and there was an ominous feeling hanging in the air. I climbed the steps up to my room in the attic with slow steps, my body hurt from the beating I took today. When I finally reached my room I just fell on my small mattress that lay on the cold floor, not caring if I haven't changed yet. My body felt like led, the aches just to much to even think about moving to undress myself, I didn't care at this point if the blood was getting on my measly blanket or if the dirt was getting everywhere. A bright light suddenly shined into my small window lighting up the room so I couldn't see what was going on and I couldn't open up my eyes. Ther

Jamel's smile only widen a bit at the lady's short joke in reply. The lady stared around her, awestruck by the interior decors. The few staffs around are busy with their work, not minding or having chance for any distraction. With the aura, she could tell Mr. Alex got everything in order —this was what she imagined it to be or maybe more to it. "This way, Ms..." Jamel cited simply as she gestured forward, leading the way with the lady following her trail. "Sorry, I did not introduce myself earlier. I'm Jamel, Mr. Alex's personal assistant and his secretary for now due to some reasons. You are?"

He knew something was going to happen. “That doesn’t matter! Dad gave you everything. He has worked so hard to make sure we have the perfect life here and you go and throw it all away. What about me! I was supposed to be the next Alpha. Now…What? You just throw it all away for someone you just met?” “Jared. You don’t understand. I have known Alpha Caleb for years.” “So, he is the one you have been sneaking off to go see every night?” Jackie looks down to the ground in shame and she realizes that Jared has known for much longer than she thought. When she feels arms wrap around her from behind and a finger push her chin up and a voice tell her that a Luna should never be ashamed of what she do

He asked, stuttering slightly, hoping Stella won't change her mind about the task. Stella nodded. "I am. You've carried out your task without knowing and you passed. Congratulations, Jamal" "Congratulations, Jamal," Jasmine said, hugging him. "You did it, Jamal" Ariana said. "Congratulations, bro," Jabal said. "Congrats man," Kelvin said, patting him. "Congratulations" Ryan greeted with a smile on his face. Everyone was happy Jamal has succeeded to carry out his task without stress, just like the rest of them and they can now return to Alaska without any worry.

"Just like what happened to Mr. Tommy McAidan, everything is the work of paparazzi who only take photos with malicious intent. Currently Mr. Jammie Beeyand is in Brazil for an event, so we are clarifying on his behalf. Mr. Tommy will explain the chronology." Tommy pointed at the screen. "Please see the actual photos of all the photos circulating. I will also explain a little. That night it was me who invited Jammie to join us for dinner. Jammie and I were very close, because Jammie was the first advertising model for Marilyn. That night Jammie arrived late because he was celebrating the birthday of her wife, Mrs. Sandra Beeyand and at that time Jammie DID NOT even KNOW that he would be named

She made me break up with the love of my life, Brandon, who was now the father of three beautiful children with a woman who stood by him. I still miss him sometimes, but he was from a poor family. I didn’t really care but my mother did. Brandon hated my guts after I broke up with him, he told me I wasn’t strong enough to stand up for my love, and truth to be told, I wasn’t. “Hello Ms. Williams, I am Jake Carson, I will be your bodyguard for a few months.” My head whipped behind to see the most beautiful man ever. So the rumors were true.

Jamaal and mystery man. ******

I gave the driver the address and settled back, letting the anticipation build like a slow burn. We were meeting at Jamal's condo today. Jamal is a black guy, 6 ft tall, almost as well-built as Troy and was perhaps the cutest amongst them, while Alex is white and just as tall. I took the elevator up and knocked on the door. Jamal opened it for me. He smiled and hugged me as he let me in. Troy, Alex and Ken were already there. I walked up to all the guys, giving them all a nice, tight squeeze. I gave Troy his usual peck on the cheek as I took my seat in my regular spot beside him.