Pure Taboo Homeless Novels & Stories

He had turned into an ordinary man saddled with countless debts over the span of a single night. Later, I heard from Teresa that Micah became mentally unstable because he couldn't accept how different his life was now. On top of that, he had to deal with his family and friends turning their backs on him, along with having nowhere to go. He was spotted loitering under a bridge in Seacrest City several times, drowning his sorrows in alcohol and stirring up trouble. His clothes were always disheveled. If he managed to get his hands on someone, he would refuse to let go of them and blabber about how he was once the son-in-law of a powerful family and the general manager of a public-listed compan

Maeve was a fucking witch, one who seemed to have mastered her craft so dangerously well. Most people think having three dicks is a dream. They don’t understand the reality of living with it— the stares, the creepy fetishists who treated me like a circus animal, the women who ran after seeing me naked. On the flip side, there were the ones who became obsessed in the absolute worst ways, treating me like a machine instead of a human being. I was completely done hiding it, done feeling like a monster. Today, I was going to make it rain. “Marcus Kane,” the assistant called. “You’re up.”

She lost her job, the job at the only place in town that would hire her and ran off. Ever since then she has been running off and coming back with different men that she picks up at bars or wherever she finds these losers. The only reason we haven't lost the apartment is because the landlord feels bad for me. The power company however doesn't care about me and my situation. I have been without power several times. "I'm sorry. You don't have to stay if you don't want to. I know this place is pretty shitty compared to your fancy ass house." Grant gives me an apologetic smile. "I love you Naudia, but I'm going to go home. I was hoping to see mom. You can always come stay with us, you know dad d

For the next several months he hung with Blue and his friends. Sometimes they slept at the train tracks, which Blue nixed from happening too often; too easy to be robbed and raped. Troy had been surprised by that. Homeless people got raped? Blue had clarified that homeless BOYS got raped.

She added. Faith smiled and slowly nodded, “Thank you, and sure – I will.” She replied. Piper smiled and waved her hand towards the door, “Come on, let me take you home.” She said to Faith. Faith heaved a sigh before she humorlessly chuckled, “That’s not my home, that’s Kai’s home. I am currently homeless – I guess, I have always been.” She dejectedly spoke.

Laura was a freelance graphic designer who spent entire days hunched over her laptop, creating logos and banners for distant clients, but at night, her athletic body and defined curves — medium firm breasts that swayed with a promise of pleasure, a perky and muscular ass from hours of running, and a snake tattoo on her left thigh that symbolized her sexual rebellion, coiling like a reminder of unsated desires — transformed into a prison of carnal hunger. On that rainy night, around ten o'clock, the sound of water beating against the fogged windows created a constant and hypnotic rhythm, like a distant drum calling for something primal, while she rolled on the sofa wearing only an old, faded

Nothing better than facing your possible demise as a species than fucking yourself silly, drinking until you couldn’t stand upright, and getting so high you practically needed a parachute to come back down. But tonight wasn’t a time to reflect on that depressing shit, but rather celebrate the life! And Amberleigh was grateful she had been plucked from the city slum known as The Fringe when she was nothing but a scrawny, homeless, drug addicted seventeen-year-old, and given a place as a Goddess. I mean who didn’t want to fuck some of the hottest and richest men for a living?

"The orgasms are definitely helpful, too." Tae gives me an 'I told you so' look, and I roll my eyes at his dramatics. "I'm sorry for lying. I sort of freaked out. Come sit; we'll tell you everything you need to know and answer any questions." An hour and a half later, Hazie is full of new information, some good and some bad. Like always, King Asshole was right. Hazie isn't as fragile as I thought she was, and I should have had more faith in her. She told us more about her homeless friend, Ryan. They were in the same grade and shared almost every class from their fourth-grade year to senior year. She doesn't know how he lost his job and home, but she saw him sleeping on a bench near the facto

She opens the bag and pulls out random, half eaten items that look like trash and smiles as she seems like she's about to bite into one. I clear my throat and say, " Maybe this feels strange, but also like we are supposed to know each other or something. To be honest, I feel like I've known you my whole life, but I'm not sure why. Do you maybe want to hang out so we could go get some food or something?" Smiling, she stands up and says,"Really? because I've got that same feeling and it's been forever since I've had hot food." Confused, I asked."What do you mean?" she looks down and says," I've been homeless since pretty much my eighteenth birthday." My jaw drops. I thought maybe she was just

No one will consider you a weed in society. From today on, this is your home. Your own home where you can spend the rest of your life safely. From today on, no one will call you homeless. If you are here, you will not have to depend on anyone's help to survive. We are all one family in this old age home. And until the last breath of our lives, we will live our lives here with each other's support. Let's forget the painful past and move forward towards a beautiful life. Our new life is waiting for us. Let's all enjoy this new life together." When Natalie finished her speech, everyone was looking at her with teary eyes. They all became emotional. Natalie smiled, but her eyes