Southside Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Her POV After two hours of eating, joking, story-telling, and paing the bill, Sir Dan stood up and bid us goodbye. "Elderly people needs to sleep early because we wake up early," he said and winked at us. "Provi you would know your way through the rural area at South Bay, right? "He asked his friend. "It's, ok.. If I get lost, there's Waze!" Mr. Dalton stood up as well but he waited for me to follow after Sir Dan.

While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me . The laughter intensified when the teacher read the part about me sipping hot cocoa and talking to my golden retriever . Some called me stupid while others said I needed to see a doctor to check if everything was alright in my head . At this point the teacher could not control the class . She gave up and they continued throwing words at me . I was at the brick of tears that was until a guy from behind my chair moved forward and held my hand , he consoled me . He was the first person to do that after Louisiana had left . For the first time I felt someone other than my parents and Louisiana cared . He we

It was late by the time I got home to pack. I sat down on the couch and glanced over at the dining table. It was a mess. There were dishes everywhere, as well as a plate of braised short ribs Dexter was known for and a pasta bake Brianna had been perfecting since forever. It wasn't hard to picture the two of them in the kitchen together while Brianna's ankle healed, cooking side by side, then sitting across from each other over drinks. And the diary I'd filled to 100 pages was underneath one of the dishes, used as a trivet. It was covered in grease stains.

I had chosen a small town in southern Italor, a place where Mom had lived as a young girl. Mom often told me stories about this place when I was little. She'd tell me about the white houses surrounded by lemon trees, an azure coastline, and the peace of church bells echoing through the mountains at dusk. After Mom passed away, Dad had wanted to bring me here to settle down, but he was always too tied up with the family business to make it happen. Now, I had come on their behalf. I rented a small apartment facing the sea, with its white walls slightly warmed by the sun. On the windowsill sat a pot of blooming bougainvilleas.

“That sure was a worthy sight, if I had brought Kayne to this world, he would’ve loved to see this as well… What could he be doing right now, hmmm?” ----- [Kayne’s POV] *driving down the road “Cil already filled the fridge, I should buy the groceries next time. I’ll buy some things for my room for now, my things will not be arriving here for a couple of days, the movers will arrive here next week with my sister. The town is 10 minutes away from the house, I’ll go to the supermarket first.” *slows down “Hmmm, I wonder if Cil has he already gone around the town already? Maybe not… That guy must be writing his novel again right now in his room, I should bring him some food maybe.”

I decided to get up and help him pack. "Just let me do it. I don't want you to force yourself." Greg told me in a gentle tone. I complied with him since it looks like we don't have time to argue anymore. After packing the essentials, he grabbed my hand and we fled the cathedral. Before I knew it, we were already in the car and he's driving. Whatever it is with angels, it must be serious. After driving for a few hours, Greg stopped the car. Once again, it looks like we are in the middle of nowhere. But this time, it looks like there are a couple of houses around. Then I saw the welcome sign that I missed earlier. It reads, Village of the Damn.

His statement reminded me of my empty stomach, making me stop on my tracks. "Yh...Nana came by, she made 3 different soups, jellof rice and one weird sauce like that. They are all in the freezer except the egusi soup, she left that one in the pot and made swallow to go with it. It's in the warmer." Dubem explained as he opened the laptop to start his work. His statement made me smile, at least I'll stop eating cereals for a while.

They left a decent neighborhood for a rundown apartment block. Word on the street was that Rhett got so sick he nearly did not make it, and Kelly aged a decade in a single night. They had once been the pride of the block, always bragging about their daughter’s big achievements. Then, they became the punchline of every neighbor’s joke. People whispered that I went too far, that I forgot old loyalties. In response, I would give a half-smile and stay mum. Did Sheila think of the sacrifices I made while she was off studying abroad on my dime? Did she spare a thought for the house I mortgaged or the plain dinners and crowded bus rides I endured?