Nutshell Novels & Stories

Perhaps the toes of their own shoe from an infant curiosity, or a fingernail of their own wedged in their nostril. She let a long breath out, the bottle slippery from the growing moisture that ran down the glass before she inhaled and brought the bottle back to her lips. Her eyebrows furrowed as she studied that she had barely consumed a quarter of the neck, and still had a generous amount of what tasted like tangy, juiced grass to drink before she would allow her birthday to be over- you don't turn three-hundred-and-sixty-five full days older every day, after all.

“When he said that he developed amorous feelings for his sisters because he couldn’t find a suitable black woman to mate, I thought he was crazy. One day, he said that our gods proved him wrong. Surprisingly, he claimed that a black girl’s beauty mesmerized him; that was the beauty he found in Nana. If anyone had told him that a black woman possessed such beauty he would have doubted it. And when the gods requested the most beautiful black woman as the only sacrifice they will accept in order to heal him, he thought it was a trick to push him to the pit of death. He’d thought he would surely die, but luck smiled at him. “To satisfy that sudden feeling of instant love he felt for Nana, he ord

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Daniel stared at Nathan in amusement but did not say anything. They continued talking about various topics as they strolled down the beach. They only took a break when they passed by a souvenir shop. They entered the shop and as they looked around, Nathan paused to fiddle with a seashell phone strap. The purple-blue seashell was made of crystal and it came with a small golden bell. The light that passed through it was dispersed into a little rainbow, so it was quite beautiful, although the first thing Nathan thought of was 'what a fat seashell'. The shell was thick and round, which made it look like a small fat creature. Never mind the fact that shells were not actually used to store fat.

On the eastern part were technical devises and on the southern wall liecash and four set of bullet proof vest and suit. “Dollars for what? Is this our payment?” “Will you accept that if they will only pay you that little?” he runs his fingers on the dollar bills. “We need cash in case the bank that we are named after were get audited to check our real identity. These are just reserves honey.” “Okay, so when we will get started?” “Today is Sunday, its Sabbath day. Let’s work tomorrow” crossing his legs and leaning low on the chair. I rolled my eyes around the four corner of the room; I will be working here for quite some time. No, I will be working with this man inside this room for a long pe

"put all that damn make up on just to wipe it off at the end of the day, that shit just too much" "it's just like getting dressed, putting on chains and Jordan's than taking them off at night unless you sleep in a full outfit" "Nawl that ain't the same makeup a lot of work" "well that's why women do it" I said flipping my braids Cam scrunched up his face at me "yeah what ever" he said turning up the radio I unplugged his phone from the aux cord and plugged up my phone "aye what I tell about changing shit in my car"

he muttered under his breath. Kathrine shrugged. “Why should I care what he thinks?” Henry blinked at her, then returned to scrolling through his phone. I couldn’t help but grin. This girl was turning out to be a lot more interesting than I’d anticipated. She stopped toying with her glass and locked her big brown eyes on me. “What about you, Noah? What do you do?” “Henry and I run a health and nutrition company,” I replied easily. “NH Wellness. Ever heard of it?”

None of it mattered except this—Eli's hand on my jaw, his lips against mine, the taste of him like coming home and leaving it at the same time. "You're sure?" he asked when we broke apart. "I've never been more sure of anything uncertain in my life." He laughed—that beautiful, full-bodied laugh I'd spent so long denying I loved. "That might be the most Adrian thing you've ever said." The business plan was beautiful in its simplicity: Chen & Associates. Not Westbrook. Not someone else's vision. Ours. We'd built something unprecedented in the industry—the merger of strategic analysis and emotional intelligence. We'd proven it worked. Now we were going to own the proof.

I heard a deep, husky, intense voice say my name. “Master Tau.” Selena bowed at a figure coming nearer. It was a man. About 6ft tall with beautiful locks on his head that had its ends all over his shoulders. He had an intense stare that made me want to bow. His physique could cover all of mine—it was powerful and ever so contoured. From Selena’s greeting, that was him. That was Tau of the East. Tau of the East. Such a strong man. He studied my eyes so carefully it was as though I was in a trance with his eyes. They had a deep brown color I couldn’t understand.

Same narcissistic behavior. I made my way to the table where a few friends sat for lunch in a small cafe near our school. I looked around, hoping to see Russell, he had promised to meet us for lunch, but he was nowhere around. I called and was sent directly to voicemail. He was probably called by his uncle Caleb again to meet up for another training session. I sighed, calling him again and getting no answer. Straight to voice mail. I grunted, getting my hopes up. This Uncle Caleb is getting on my nerves. Does he not know Russell needs to eat? Like, seriously, what the fuck!