South Riding Novels & Stories

Java, 1586 The wind howled across the coast. The sun blazed from the peak of a sharp blue sky, while massive waves exploded against the black rocks lining Karang Bendan's shoreline. On a stretch of smooth sand, two men stood facing each other, separated by little more than eight feet.

Henry took a sip of water before placing a stack of documents on Winifred’s desk. “Miss Zea, have you heard of Southern Sophistication?” He asked. “Southern Sophistication,” Winifred said before she went silent for two seconds. “I have heard about it,” she said and nodded quickly. “Southern Sophistication is the largest new media platform in the south, and it’s dedicated to promoting fashion brands,” Henry explained. “It is as prominent as Northern Grace in the north,” Winifred said.

"That's not a wise thing to do, wrong timing... insensitive." "Chief Onapuruagu and Chief Kaave aren't the only owners of a yacht in Dirty South." With her heartbeat jumping into double time, Georgianna stared at Larissa. "This one belongs to a big shot in Dirty South." "You're really living the life hunie, and you deserve it. Goodbye to trenches, bestie." Hell, she was smiling now. Georgianna hated fretting but couldn't help herself, emptying another glass of wine, she dropped the glass. "That's what you get when your surname ends with Kaave."

"I salute, great Chief Kaave. King of the city streets." THE END. Hi lovely readers, I hope you enjoyed Dirty South? It was an interesting journey with you guys. Now, the good news is this, Dirty South 2 is about to be up! A lot of twists and turns you never detected will be unveiled in 2. I'm sure you never saw that coming. It'll be dirtier, hotter, and a roller coaster ride. cheers to more fun with Dirty South. Warm regards, Pinkie Alaha.

“He is. How do you even escape when you’ve been pulled underwater? Mr. Southern even saved him.” “Mr. Souther?” Nicholas paused and squinted while he searched his memory. “He’s the leader of the Southern Clan in the East Islands.” “You know him?” Nicholas chuckled. “I have never met him but have heard of him. Sunny Southern of the East Islands, the hero of Southeast Eurasia. His family was from the Kong Ports, and he was born into a family of martial artists. He went to Southeast Eurasia when he was young and started his own business there. Sunny was an honest man and was very well respected in the area.”

"Well, I'll put your therapist on hold." Twelve hours later – Savannah, Georgia The humidity was the first thing I noticed. California had pampered me. The Southern air clung to my skin like a clingy ex— hot, humid, and unwilling to let go. As the black SUV passed through the Thornwell gates, I kept my eyes fixed ahead. The ride was curved just as it always was. Magnolia trees towered above like ancient, disapproving gods. The house appeared on the horizon. Still monstrous. Still perfect.

They weren't a lot so I couldn't exactly judge. 'you guys are such lazy bones' selena joked I couldn't helped the small laughter that escaped me, of cause Selena would expect us to climb up a hill that takes well over twenty minutes without being tired. That's just the kind of person she is. Always argue, full of energy just waiting to explode. Theodore and she were polar opposites. 'All right, rest times over, let's go in'