Southside Shawty の小説・ストーリー

At this moment, Marcus was so angry that he almost pounded through the wall. Perhaps she heard Marcus’ angry roar, but a distressing voice immediately could be heard. The voice was simply hoarse from screaming so intensely. “Cousin Marcus, Cousin Marcus… You’re finally here. Hurry up and save me! Cousin Marcus… It’s me, Mindy. I am here… Cousin Marcus. You people! Get further away from me! Get away from me! My cousin is Marcus Shaw! “Marcus Shaw, the young master of the famous Shaw family in South City!”

Zara yelled out to Red. What?! My panties are in there!! My ears burned off embarrassment. "Don't worry, Red's gay,"Shawty winked and I felt a bit better. Not sure why though. "Gay?! Don't believe them, sweet cheeks. I'm Bi! Hey, Shawty want me to prove it to you?"Red yelled from outside. "Eww!"Shawty made gagging sounds and Zara laughed with me. "There's my point, sweet cheeks,"Red commented triumphantly.

I said making sure I put emphasis on her name. “See I know already I can't deal with you and yall haven't told us your names either.” Essence said with a giggle. Her and Kimani seem to be really cool and down to earth type of chicks, unlike the majority of the girls around campus, who only care about clothes, shopping, gossiping, hair and makeup. Although Essence and Kimani were dressed nice they were comfortable, it was different then the usual females. “My name is Syncere but people call me Syn.” I answered. “And my name is Shawn.” Shawn answered.

"Bree, you were right. Tammy's a nightmare. I screwed up. Took you for granted. Thought I'd find someone else like you. I was dead wrong. There's no one like you. "I'll make her get rid of the baby. We can start over. Please." His face started blurring. His voice felt miles away. For a second, I saw him as he was in high school—grinning at me across the court, basketball in hand.

"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."

"Have a drink with me. What’s your name?” “It’s Shawty.” “No last name?” She shook her head. Frederick chuckled and tried to suppress the large laugher that was coming out of his mouth. She looked at him with disgust. “I’m sorry but where I’m from, the United States, Shawty is kind of like slang and you don’t fit the definition.” “What do you mean?” she asked. She never really liked Americans, she always found them rude and abrasive but this one seemed very mellow. “For one, you aren’t that short.” He laughed. He stood up and began circling her slowly then he stayed behind her and placed his chin on her head while wrapping his hands around her, his inhibitions were weakened by aphrodisiac.

But that changed when girls started to be taken by force to be sold as slaves. There are 2 sides of the city. The Southside is called "The Signature" where all the rich and powerful live. I heard, everything can be found there and any disease can be cured in a blink of an eye. There was even a rumor saying that they have found a medicine to make people able to live longer than 100 years. I've always wanted to take my mom to The Signature. She has a major breathing problem that the doctors here can't really cure. That's because we live on the Northside of the city. People call this side "Tonko". I call it "Hell hole".

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***

Sasha sighed. "Me?" Brooklyn asked. Brooklyn had learned to accept her body type, but she didn't exactly like it at times. Where Sasha was slim all over, Brooklyn had wide hips and a small waist. She was insecure for a while about her thighs and ass, but she was learning to like it. "I want to be slim all over. This ass just makes buying trousers a nightmare." "You have tits and an ass and a small waist," Sasha said and raised her eyebrows at Brooklyn. "I'm like a stick."

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.