Southside Stories Novels & Stories

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

“Santos is bringing the car around in a few minutes. We can drop you home.” She clutched her book bag tighter to her chest. “No, thanks. I'll wait the rain out.” “It won't let up anytime soon.” She shut her eyes. God. Dafe had grown up in rural Warri with his mother and grandmother, who had taught him how to read the mood of the sky, and she had never known him to be wrong in his predictions. “I can — I can wait it out,” she replied, albeit not so confidently. “You'll catch a cold,” Dafe said gently. She was always quick to catch a cold, and her clothes were already wet, clinging to her skin.

"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.

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".

I nodded, not showing how disappointed I was. One thing about him is that whenever he is angry, he overworks and I don't like it. I watched at the trees as baba driver revved up the car to life and drove into the lonely city of Abuja. The late hour sun was a bit harsh on my tender skin, the skin I took time to nurture. The weather changes easily, I vividly remembered when my cousin Khadija told me it is freezing. The house stood out different from the way I knew it. The house was painted and a giant gate replaced the old one.

On the left was an alluring bathroom, already filled with hot water and thick foam, the smell of oranges, my favorite, filled the entire space. A big chimney with a crackling fire and simple yet elegant furniture made it feel like home. Large, panoramic windows, showed a view over a small lake where lived a few naiads. Some pixies hid beneath the flowers. Not the best neighbors if you ask me. Marvelous yet evil creatures. It seemed they felt comfortable around the mansion. “Until they don’t cause troubles I let them around.” I jumped at the sudden approximate of his voice. The feeling of his chuckle in my ear made them twitch.

SAMANTHA’S POV The coffee shop is crowded with the usual morning rush. I spot Jack immediately at our corner table, two cups already waiting. He sees me and smiles, it was honestly warm and genuine. I slide into the seat across from him, forcing my lips to smile. “Hey.” His hand reaches across the table to touch mine. “You sounded stressed on the phone. Is everything okay?” He asked with a calm voice so low but deep. I pull my hand back gently, watching his smile falter.

I want to get back as soon as possible. Only a few cars are there when I pull into the parking lot. I run inside and get a basket while waving to the owner, Jim. I work my way around the store, grabbing everything I need to make pecan waffles, maple bacon, and grits. After I check out I practically run to my car. I want to get home to Shaun.

Black's POV I could hear a knock on my door as I just finished fixing my bed. "Black, breakfast is ready downstairs." My aunt said. "I'll be back tonight." "Take care, Aunt Autumn." I replied. Autumn Vera, or Aunt Autumn as I call her, is my aunt that took me in after both my mom and dad passed away. She's a very kind person that agreed to take care of me despite not even talking properly with her before.

While the Chairman came and helped her in carrying the boxes and also he helped her by dropping her to the house back safely. After coming back to the house, the first thing she did was take that photo frame and put it on her study table where she used to study the patient's reports and also now it is her investigation table too. She remembered his last words that she didn't understand when he told her but now she is regretting her negligence. His last words are, 'This world is sick of racism. They think they're above all but actually they exist at the bottom.' (The words are spoken for the VC's misbehaviour which wasn't acceptable). I feel sad for Jean sometimes. In those old books she foun