Latrell On My Block Novels & Stories

Not only did the little boy look like Tresh, he sounded like him too. Tresh chuckled, picking Trent up and putting him over his shoulders. “I have introduced Sean to you before. Unfortunately, his majesty decided to take a nap before the concert. This is our son, my firstborn, Trent Taylor aka little TT,” Tresh introduced his son proudly. “Yes, your mother here ran off carrying my child,” he added preemptively.

“And that’s what’s wrong with you! Ring us up gold digger” Travis pouts then scans everything before saying, “thirty-six fifty”! Jonny drops his company card down on the counter, knowing I don’t want to reveal my new name to Travis. He picks up the card and says, “Jonny Knight the Spark Club Enterprise”? “Yeah, that’s Lala’s nightclub in Brooklyn”, Meme tells him. “You own a fucking nightclub?”, he says. “Can you ring us up already, Tray? You’re holding up the line and the movie is starting soon”, I stated.

"I’ve got ladies screaming my name from Kensington to Chelsea. I’m the goddamn earthquake." "Earthquake? Please," Matt snorts. "You really think that little show with the pink-haired ‘girl’ gives you the edge, Troy? Please. I’ve got the rhythm that had girls wailing so loud the neighbors thought someone was getting murdered. I’m talking about that soul-shattering, toe-curling, release that leaves 'em shaking for three days.” "Alright, you arrogant prick. You want to settle this? Let’s put some skin in the game. No more talking shit over expensive wine."

The night air was thick with tension, the kind that hummed in the bones long before words were spoken. “Do you have any idea how many cameras are plastered on this building—let alone the ones across the street? Are you stupid?” Harris’s voice cracked as he yanked Trent through the glass doors, dragging him into the half-lit lobby. Trent stumbled, his jaw clenched but his eyes darting like a cornered animal. “I didn’t think, alright? She—” He spat the word like venom. “That bitch was getting on my nerves. She thinks she’s grown a mind of her own.”

I placed my phone close to my ear, and he picked up at the first ring. "Yo, OG," Reeko's ever-cheerful voice filled my ear. "Lil Kai is missing," "Say what?" "Someone is messing with me," I said. "Just say the word, OG. They'll be gone." "Tyrell and the boys are on their way to Khalifa's. You know the motherfucker has been a fucking threat to me since I left the hood," I said. "Shiit. I did tell you to end that motherfucker and his goons back then."

"I need the keys to the SUV. He needs new running shoes, and Addy texted me to see if I could pick her and Tatum up from cheerleading practice." "Ohhh, are you going for dad of the year?" Meredith laughed as she reached into her purse and grabbed out her keys. "Those two can be loud after practice." Tyler groaned. "I know, that's why I'm bringing him with me." He motioned towards Caelin. "And he promised I could get a new video game too." Charity grinned when she heard Caelin talk. He was the second coming of Tyler Blackfoot, he even sounded like his dad.

He doesn't get to shut me out, keep secrets, call me by my government name like we're strangers, and then have the nerve to act like nothing's wrong. I'm not some consolation prize he gets to play with when it's convenient. My gaze travels to a jumping Derrick, barely able to keep still, chanting, "Baby brother! Baby brother!" Now, I'm all curious... I'm holding the confetti popper like it's a sacred relic. Because of course they made me do the honors. Probably because I'd murder them both if they didn't. Lila turns to me with those watery, dramatic eyes. "You ready?"

Oh dear Cheryl, I would be more than glad to see you face some real sh*t tomorrow. ... ... ... ... #TNT_ #Inspired by Mean girls #All_Rights_Owned A/N: Harley's prob tho, Ethel finally stay. Like and support readers! Don't forget to review y'all.

Tyrone demands. Tyler takes them off reluctantly, grumbling under his breath. He doesn't seem to notice or acknowledge that I'm here. And this is the kind of environment Trent grew up in. "Leila!" Tyrone calls. A middle-aged woman dressed in uniform comes rushing. "Is the table set?" Leila nods. "Hi Leila," Trent greets her. "Hi, my boy. " "Meet my girlfriend, Becca." "Hi, Becca. Nice to meet you," she shakes my hand.

Literally and figuratively. “Got hit last week outside that laundromat on Fifth. Broad day. No mask. Three in the chest, one in the jaw.” “Shit.” I let that settle. “Thought he was laying low.” “He was. Guess not low enough.” Tariq leaned back in his chair. “Ain’t just him. Whole hood been actin’ up since you went inside. Too many young heads with no discipline. No rules. They wildin’. Think it’s a video game.”