Powder Days Novels & Stories

Bruce just laughed it off. "You think we're all blind? You're treating trash like it's treasure." He pulled out his phone and played a video. There was Amelia, blowing through the cash meant for charity and the money from the guys, on wild parties and scandalous escapades. Amelia shrieked and hit the deck. I made my way to the front of the room, ready to drop the hammer. "St. Hartwell University hands out offers early, but classes are about to start. Have any of you gotten one?

Chapter Nine Day Three Thursday. The next day, Bisola woke up reluctantly to the jingling of the alarm beside her. Bisola opened her eyes first, and then she rubbed her with her backhand, last night was too awesome for her, she and Tolani her friend scout every clothing store in the city, they are not necessarily buying everything, but they just wish to share more time together, both understand that, they might not have the time to share together like this in the future.

This is what I’m talking about. My heart skips a beat. I try to close my eyes, but instead, I end up straining them on the pouch of his pants… His big cock that has his fly thickened! Holy hell! I strain harder, wishing to map out the rough skin, the veins I can't get off my head, those long feisty lines running down the thickest cock I’ve ever seen! Oh, god! I can't. 365 days will ruin me! My toes are suddenly sweaty. They curl at their own will.

“Girl, you’ve been through a lot.” Candice slurped her ramen noisily, twirling the noodles around her chopsticks with practiced ease. Beside her sat a can of flat Diet Coke just the way she liked it. Don’t ask me why. She’s just weird like that. I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I don’t even know what to say, Candice. The whole thing is just so… bizarre.” Leaning in, I tugged her ear playfully. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone about this, okay? Just between us.”

June 20th Yvonne: "I went to the doctor today. I'm pregnant. Four weeks along. When are you going to fix this?" Cody: "What can I do? What am I supposed to do?" Yvonne: "I don't care. If you don't deal with the kid, I'm not marrying you even if you divorce Jasmine." June 22nd Yvonne: "Here's an idea. Let's kill Phoebe and pin it on Jasmine. If she's in prison, you'll inherit everything she has. Then we can get married and have kids." Cody: "You think that'll work? Isn't it a little risky?"

My first day at training was quite hectic. I had to learn how to walk properly, not until now did I notice there was something wrong about my walking steps. Mr. Marcus equally taught me how to serve food to my boss. I got to find out that Mr. Daniel loves his coffee black.

We returned to the condo the next day and decided we would move on Wednesday. Min had to be at the restaurant every day but he could take a break from Wednesday to Friday. The weekends were expected to be packed because the first day was a huge success and the men returned at six P.m. He had called me at least ten times today and each time he spent at least ten minutes talking to me. I kept asking if he didn't need to focus, and he said he had to and he was focusing on me. He was so cute and romantic and knew all the right words to say.

Becca smirked and shook her head, helping Kendra copy her notes. "Just that you're so grumpy." Becca said and everyone held back their laughs. "I am not. Its just," Demitri rubbed his face, his eyes especially,"morning ya know." Demitri bluffed and closed his binder. "Cheer up, we're gonna study together later and I don't want you to act like an ass." Becca said. "yeah, sure. We'll see." Demitri said. The rest of the class was uneventful. Just more notes and more homework pages. The other classes were all the same. For other students, this day may have seemed tedious or even frustrating. For Demitri and Becca, this was a typical good day of productive learning.

"Sir Ivan, would you like this present?" Ivan pursed his lips, this girl is very attractively dressed, the red color on her body seems to burn the delicate white skin, the face is extremely beautiful like a powerful red rose, men must look at it. fall in love with this beauty. But Ivan was the exception, he was not only displeased but disgusted. Ivan brushed past the perfumed girl, then spoke. “There is no need, you can keep it and use it. I came back earlier.” The man trembled, did he offend Ivan again, why is he so cold.

Emma scoffed. “Is that a problem strawberry shortcake?” Oliver asked. “Yes, it’s a big fucking problem Olly! We do cars not drugs.” Emma said, more respectfully. Oliver stood from his seat and walked across the long room, past Lucas and Emma. He tilted a painting to the side revealing a hidden holo-phone. After moving his hand along the holo-screen a few times, the ceiling began lowering. The table now held thousands of tightly wrapped plastic bricks of black tar. “Not anymore.” Oliver stated plainly. He walked back his seat.