Pure Taboo Homeless Novels & Stories

Cora nodded quickly. "You're right, Casey. No one can accept us. For now we can be together," she said. "Yeah. But we need to look for a home to stay. We can't sleep in the park. It's dangerous, right?" Casey insisted. "I know. But we have no enough money to have a home to stay. Do you have money, huh? I don't have money to have a home to stay, so I decided to sleep in the park. It's my home for almost three years and nothing bad happens to me. This is the life we had," Cora answered. "We don't have a choice, Casey. We're unlucky living this cruel world." Casey felt sad when she realized she's totally homeless and penniless after she heard the answer of her new found friend Cora. She has no

A freshly baked, unleavened bread: no yeast, no sweetness, no aroma. I glance at the door and back to him, confusion gnawing at my brain. “Why?” He shrugs a shoulder. “Pakhan ordered you remain hungry. And…” his lip purses. “Caleb was my boyfriend.” My thumb pokes the loaf. “I’m so sorry.” “Don't say,” he shakes his head. “We were just… fuck buddies who cared for one another, I think.” That was Tristan and me, years ago. We never used the word lovers. I was still processing the reality of being with a man, which made me cringe. But this place is different, a Grindr Criminal hub, I think. Are these men even straight?

Were you homeschooled? He snorted. “You mean learn to grow vegetables and harvest weed and read Tarot cards? There wasn't much education there. Look, I know there were some big communes, but the Vale da Liberdade was not one of them. “A bunch of bums, losers, homeless people. focus on life. A golden retriever leapt out of the water in front of them and flailed wildly, splashing water on both of them. The icy drizzle felt good and reminded him of how he and the

I’ll have to change several times a day after sex. Julian sits beside me on the bed, and I relax my head on his chest. He’s resting his head on his arm. “I’ve been to a homeless shelter,” I start, continuing our previous conversation. “I considered myself lucky because the lady caretaker, Tia, was kind enough to offer me a bed without lining up. I, too, was entitled to free meals. She looked after me because she thought I was too young to be alone in such a situation. I didn’t see her again after I worked at the coffee shop.”

“Please… Marissa, please, I need your help. I’ll pay you back tomorrow after the gig, I swear. Just… loan me some money for tonight.” Marissa sigh came through the line. “Tati… “ “I’m desperate and I’m out of options.” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Please, I just… everything I owned is out in the cold. I’m homeless, Marissa.” “Okay, okay. Fine,” Marissa interrupted sharply. “Thank you,” I choked out, relief and shame mixing into a bitter taste in my mouth. Marissa hung up. I sat on the curb, staring at the empty street and I buried my face in my hands while shivering.

Of course, it was the Savage Sons logo embroidered in white. “We go home.” Legacy stared up at me from where he was crouching. I crumpled. I couldn’t help it. My body literally folded in on itself. I doubled over, clutching at my stomach. Home. I didn’t have a damn home. My new place wouldn’t be ready for another week at least, and even then, I couldn’t afford it now. I had been relying on the bonus Erik had promised me for getting Dion through the tour to secure it. I had lost my job, been called a slut by a man I had thought cared about me, and now I was homeless. All within a twenty-four-hour period. As days went, mine was top of the shitty charts.

KIARA POV “Fuck… kiev, please fuck me, baby,” I heard a moaning voice as I stepped out of my room, the cool air brushing against my skin. I already knew my brother was back from work and had brought his usual one-day girlfriend, someone he’d use and then send away. My jaw tightened slightly. I walked into the kitchen and poured water into a glass cup, my fingers steady despite the irritation building inside me. I leaned against the edge of the shelf and took a slow sip.

Eva frowned slightly on seeing that information in her DI. Even more so when she looked down an alleyway and saw numerous people camped out in makeshift homes. They seemed to be the source of all that urine and sweat that attacked her nose. Although she stopped to watch them for a while, it didn’t take long for her to realize that even this highly advanced society hadn’t solved homelessness. These people were completely destitute and dirty, yet all around them was the absolute pinnacle of human achievement. “How’s any of this even possible?” she asked in exasperation. “If we’ve got everything we could ever want, all the power, all the raw materials… why’s this happening at all?”

“I’m sorry. My cousin Jake said I could make triple that amount by investing in stocks. I’m so sorry that I lost it all.” “I can’t be homeless” Maria ran to Ryan Waters and fell to her knees in front of him. “I’m so sorry Mr Waters. I’ll do anything you want. Just let me stay here. Please, I beg you. We have nowhere to go. Give us one day.” Waters kicked her and she fell on her said. “I’m not in need of your services, you whore.” Bea and I glanced at each other. Mr. Waters looked around the room before turning to his bodyguards. “Throw all their things out. I don’t want late payers in my building. This is not a shelter for free lodging.”

We are picking out Christmas decorations. ‘Where are you taking that food too?’ Tyler asks me, ‘Are you handing out food to strangers?’ I am fifteen and I can live my life how I damn please, ‘None of your business, asshole, now fuck off.’ I disconnect through the mind-link and walk faster. I shudder, when I reach the lane. Nightshade pack has the best parts, for example the pack-house, the modern houses and lavish lifestyles that people live, but there’s also the pauper’s part of the pack, where the homeless stay and strive to survive, begging for just crumbs of food.