Southside Stories Novels & Stories

CHAPTER THREE Larissa held a bottle of Sexy green in her palms, staring dreamily at it. Wow! Life just got better. She still couldn't believe she was now dining at the Kaave's mansion, flying in and out of the states, now, drinking the most expensive wine in Dirty South. Looking into the pool, Larissa winked at Georgianna, whom was taking a dive into the large pool. The two best friends were cruising by the pool in Chief Kaave's mansion.

“It does, you are mature enough for the details that I would, normally, take out.” “I was always different than my sisters.” “There is nothing strange about that, I was different than my brother.” “In what way, you were different?” “I was always headstrong and impatient, while he was the opposite.” “Where does the story start?” “Like every other story, naturally, this one starts at the beginning.” IV In one of the cottages, a cheerful group of Kozaki sat around a small table and drank to their heart’s content. “What is the news in this part of the world?” Oswan asked.

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.

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.

“Beach or mountain scenery?” Freddie thought for a moment, his brows coming together. “That's hard...” “That's what she said,” I immediately replied. “Are you going to say that every time?” Freddie asked, turning to give me a gentle glare. “Yup.” I grinned up at him. He chuckled and shook his head before settling back into his original spot. “I say mountains. We have beaches in Paradisa, but there are no mountains. What about you?” “We don't have beaches or mountains in the midwest,” I replied, buying myself some time to think about my answer.

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

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

Luna popped a brow. Since Ten didn't know when he's find his sister, he had forcefully stick to Salvador and miraculously became the poor boy's manager." "He bought the mansion using the book he published which was about what be experienced back then." Ten shrugged. "It is only far." They drove for about thirty minutes before pulling in front of a white mansion. Luna marveled at the equisive design as they walked in. They were the last to arrive as the others were already in wait when they walked through the door that lead to the back garden.