Pure Taboo Homeless の小説・ストーリー

“This…this is…” “He was a r*pist.” The woman who was standing by the corpse, speaks up. Her eyes are devoid of all emotions. She steps forward to address them. “This guy was r*ping homeless women,” the woman reveals. “There are no laws here, no authorities so many men like him abuse women like us here. He r*ped me last night so I came back here to kill him. Unfortunately, he was too strong for me to handle. But this man saved me.”

" Didn't I told you guys! We will never going to find food here!" " A trash bin is way more better place for searching for leftovers!" " Achoo!_ Not only is this human stingy but also a pig and a very drity one for a fact!" Taika Aisaka was a drop-out from a prestigious high-school due to proverty, she had to worked four jobs to meet-ends-meet and the smallest and the cheapest house out of city. She was an orphan and had no relatives to support her.

“You do not understand, Tokodi.That night, I did not have any money on me so I had to access funds through mobile banking. So that is what I used to pay for my two night stay. Then I check in and discover that I didn't even have a change of clothes yet it was night. So I do some online purchases because I can’t go anywhere without calling a taxi because I left my car at the office. Then you blow up my phone all night so the charge runs out. My charger is at your house and I can’t buy another one because I don’t have any cash. All this because I fell in love with you and trusted you with all I am. I have never felt so stupid in my life,Tokodi. I cried until I felt physically ill and then I de

Relief rippled through me, but Chelsea wasn’t done. “Hello? You deaf or somethin’?” she snapped, finger flicking at me. I blinked, forced a smile. “Uh… Chelsea, I really appreciate you saving me just now.” She huffed, turning the wheel sharply. “That don’t answer my question, girl.” I swallowed hard, voice barely above a whisper. “About that… I’m homeless right now.” Chelsea slammed her hand on the wheel, eyes wide with disbelief. “Why the fuck you homeless?”

He decided to starve first. “Well, it’s getting late. Go to school,” Jack said with a wave of his hand. “Oh!” Aisha pouted, put the lunch box into her bag, and left reluctantly. After working continuously, he was tired and sleepy, so Jack could only look at his phone in the security room. After a whole morning of ferment, the incident of the abuse of the homeless directly became a hot topic on the Internet. Many people condemned it, and many people asked hackers to bring out the human flesh of the perpetrators, and so on.

That is commendable of you to do that, I reply. You know there is nothing worse than being homeless on the street. Yeah, the majority of them are out there because of alcohol and drugs. Others just happen to run into bad luck. Currently, I am trying to get funding to do this and the bank is here in your state. You are trying to get funding from a bank out here, why? How come you don’t try to get funding for it back home in Missouri?

The alcohol was making her feel warm and reckless, and she didn't want to hold back. She reached out slowly and placed her hand on his thigh, her fingers circling the spot as she held his gaze. “I don’t want to be one tonight,” she whispered. Shaun's eyes dropped to her fingers briefly before landing back on her face, his expression unreadable. "Then don't be," He leaned even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. Kiara didn't blink. "Mr Blackwood, fuck me." Shaun stared at her for a long moment, his jaw clenching as he processed her words. Without breaking eye contact, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and dropped some cash on the counter.

Some people were dressed in glittering things, people with body paint, people who weren’t dressed at all and some who were simply sleeping on the streets in the cold on cardboard. “Those are punks,” Dawn pointed at the group of teens with colourful hair and tattoos. “They’re usually up to mischief and come together for funny business.” “Those are homeless folks,” he pointed at a group of hairy and haggard men sleeping on the sidewalk on cardboard. Aqua nodded, feeling pity for them when Dawn explained how living in a city without money put them in that situation. However, the former mafia boss omitted how some homeless people willingly put themselves into this situation because they were unw

Red finished. "Me too. I . . . I'm just glad I could be there for him." "You are too wonderful," Red said. "Do you think he was telling the truth? About those men?" "Yeah. I mean, sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction, ya know? And sometimes . . . sometimes the people that see the most are the ones most people don't care about enough to hide from. You could probably get someone to go to some homeless shelters and shantytowns. Homeless people have their own territories and stuff, and there's a lot of drug addiction. If these guys are peddling something so they can feed this 'dark thing,' they . . . what?"

She casually drops the bra on the floor, still focusing out the window. '"Taboo?' Really? Where the fuck did you find that word? Incest, Father. We are talking about incest. Having sex with your family." I shift in my chair. Maybe I'm too careful, but I need a clear sign. "Which is also illegal, and for very good reasons."