Latrelle On My Block Real Name Novels & Stories

-THIRD PERSON’S POV- “What is this hustler’s name?” Seff engaged Jarvaldo with the business card in his hand. He rose from the chair and his foot knocked over the empty communion wine bottle. It clinked and rolled on the floor. “He goes by the pseudonym of Shekel Moneta,” Jarvaldo divulged. “Give him a call. Tell him that you’re my guy.” Seff stopped the bottle with his foot and bent over to steady it on the floor. When he straightened, he took out his new Android phone to make the call. He wasn’t in the bullshit today with Jarvaldo. He assessed the business card and whispered the contact details:

“Oh fate, you clever and cheeky bitch.” “Excuse me?” I probe, my voice gruff and tight. “Oh nothing, I’ll explain another time. Hi there I’m Leola Ramos.” She steps up directly to me, a friendly smile on her face she hand stretched out as if we are exchanging pleasantries. She’s about to have a rude awakening. “I know who you are. I’m Beta Conall, and this is Gamma Thomas. You will refer to us as such.” I watch as her smile fades and she slowly retracts her hand.

That he would come in here, lie his ass off and then suddenly tell me his identity and think that I was going to be kissing his feet? “It seems like you are not at all happy to know the fact that I am Jared Alvin. So I shall just take my purchase and leave. It was nice to meet you, even though I don’t know your name,” he said. “Leticia,” I said looking at him with smouldering eyes. I was incensed that this man would even think of duping me. And Hannabelle had told me that since I had finished school and only the people who knew my real hellish identity would know my name to be Aithusa. All others would know it as Leticia, which was my official one.

Sniffling, I set a small bouquet on each headstone—one on his, one on hers—then swiped the single tear making a path down my cheek. "It's Lilith," a shaky laugh slipped free. "Though I go by the name Zerali now. Rali for short." Like introductions mattered to marbles. "I wish you were here," My gaze dropped to the space between my knees. Words scraped my throat on the way out. "I wish I'd gotten to know you and... you'd gotten to see the beautiful woman I grew into. I'm so sorry you didn't get to find me before you passed. I'm so sorry if it hurt.. I—" The sentence broke, pain finishing it for me.

Tyrone spoke, softly rubbing the back of his head to somehow ease the pain. “Of Leal?” “Oh, so her name’s Leal,” Tyrone whispered to Ryker. Axel snickered. “You didn’t even know her name. You two are airheads.” “We saw her once in person, and numerous times on the news! That’s enough!” Axel furrowed his brows. “On the news?” “Yeah. You didn’t know? She’s a waitress, right?” He nodded when Ryker asked. She is. Why would a waitress be in the news several times?

"Scarlett." ******

Aside from Lev, there were six other men in the room. “Don't worry, no one is going to hurt you as long as you tell us the truth.” I assured. He nodded. “My name is Gerald LeVert,” he answered. “Mr. Gerald, do you know why you are here?” He waved his head in denial. “No, I think you have got the wrong person.” “Yeah… I don't think so. Tell me, are you familiar with the name, Luka Vetrov?” His eyes went cold the moment I said that name, but once again he waved his head in denial. “No, I have never heard that name.”

LOCATION: Private Estate. I had heard this name somewhere, but I just couldn't place where. Quickly I googled his name and his picture popped up. “Levi Slate, right-hand man to Lucien Hale, owner of multiple businesses and food chains in Los Angeles.” Lucien Hale. It couldn't be. The first name was different and besides, if he were alive, he would have found me by now. I went back to the ad. No picture, just a contact email. My phone dinged again. The same anonymous number.

Alex responded unrestrainedly, "I do have a problem. Who are you?" "You can call me Leo. As for my real name, you’re not qualified to know, nor is there a need for you to know. All that matters is that I know you. Your name is Alex Cohen, right? I heard that you've recently become so popular in Quill City and so damn cool that you've almost forgotten your last name. I was just curious and purposely came to see the powerful legend. As expected...your reputation outshines you. I really can’t see anything praiseworthy from you."

She shuffled down the bed with her bottom and eyed Mia for a few seconds before she walked into the bathroom. PERFICIENT INVESTMENT COMPANY, NEW YORK CITY Till Layla took her bath, dressed, and left the house, her mind wasn’t at rest. She kept asking questions, thinking she had done something wrong. Layla sighed. She took out her phone from the bag and logged into the new I*******m account ‘Layla Theodore’ created for her, and her bio was CEO of HighEnd Investment. She tapped the home page, and the first post she saw was her pictures from last night when she presented the pendant to Avery.