Pure Taboo Homeless Novels & Stories

Just as I place my hand on his chest, Laura looks around in panic while holding her mouth shut with her hands but finding no bucket and giving up on the bathroom, she vomits on to the couch with bits of it landing on me, Chelsea and the half-naked stripper. ‘Think it’s time to go home girls,’ I say, wanting a warm shower and clean clothes, and I miss Mark. Then I remember he’s having friends over for his bucks night. Outside we wait for our lifts home, Chelsea is going with Laura to make sure she gets home safely, and Kate is getting picked up by her boyfriend. My driver arrives and the ride home is quick, thankfully. I open the front door and see the boys around the fire pit and hear roars

he had everything sorted out, and my dumb as* helped him get what he wanted from his life. “Oh! It will be better if you try to adjust somewhere in the rogue’s community because no pack will let you in after Tessa had spread the news about a dr*g addicted mother and man stealer like you.” He finished talking and went back to his bedroom.

Maybe I should have put a filter in my mouth before talking. “I can’t blame them. There are so many homeless people that use other peoples generosity to fund their habits, some can even be violent. But every now and then, just a hello would make me feel alive.” I’m quickly deep in conversation with Scott, I learn that he is an ex service man. He shares some of his memories, but he’s guarded. I switch out conversation to local news events, I don’t want to pry into his personal life. “Would you like some crisps with me? I’d feel rude eating alone, but I am hungry.”

Too scared of what I might see. He stayed quiet for a second. Then he let go of my arm. “Cool. Be careful out here.” He started turning away, like that was it. I don’t know why, but I called after him. “Hey… please. Do you know where I can get a public library with free WiFi and computer?” The guy paused. He looked me up and down. My dirty jeans, the police polo shirt, Nikolai’s jacket still hiding half my face. “Guess you’re homeless and looking for shelter with those nerds, huh?”

"Do you actually want something from me? I believe the demand to pay the debt is just an excuse to ask for something more from me. What is your real aim?" Blair was absolutely terrified. She was not ready to hear the confession of the rich man in front of her. Blair didn't want to get involved with anyone right now, let alone influential people. "I can live on the streets and survive for myself and the baby in my belly. I can do anything; sing, play music, or whatever. I'm sure I can survive like the rest of the homeless. They have even lived on the streets for a dozen years and still survive. Why can't I?" she thought.

“I hope that’s not your big news. Because that’s old story.” Opposite me, Lorenzo was trying so hard not to burst out laughing. Adrian narrowed his eyes. “Fine. I have something better.” He leaned in. “Are you aware her friend threw her out of her house? Laura is homeless.” Lorenzo raised a hand. “Actually, I know that already. She called me.” My head snapped toward him. “Why did she call you?” “She was stranded. Needed a place to stay. Obviously I turned her down.” I scoffed. “The audacity of that girl.”

Jia asks, sounding ignorant, and Zuri laughs. "There are many areas of extreme poverty, but there are also big cities. My area was pretty poor, and members of my tribe do wonder where their next meal is coming from," she explains, and Jia's face falls. "Really? Oh my gosh, I am a horrible person. I figured it was all lies to get money. I am so sorry. America has a huge homeless population, so I am not trying to say the United States is better or anything," Jia says and Zuri shakes her head.

Gabriel says beside me, his dark skin going remarkably pale. A vast field of black and blue tarps sit in deep mud, propped up on shabby poles and sticks. They’re supposed to be tents, but they look more like the squalid dwellings often built by those experiencing homelessness in large cities. The ramshackle structures are on the verge of collapse, and there is no sign of any food or fresh water. The stench is incredible, and it’s immediately apparent that there is no one governing this place.

I said to myself that if I ever had the opportunity to leave the Whites, I’d work on my own and be satisfied that what I earn is mine. But now… now this offer is tempting, especially because I have nowhere to go and no family to return to. I’m homeless. Hunter destroyed everything. Every. Damn. Thing. A shatter draws me back to the present. And I find Zavere cursing beneath his breath as he crouches down. “Are you also shaken so much you spill your whiskey?” I tease, earning a smile from the man. I don’t know how I’m still staring though. Normally I wouldn’t enjoy watching someone pick broken glasses because… what is the fun there?