That Corner Novels & Stories

People call them the two-faced roommates because they were always bitting each other's back but when face to face, they cannot. The convenience store near her place is full of dark alley's one time, she caught high schoolers making out, kids nowadays just do whatever they want and not think about the consequences. She walked past by an alley and furrowed her forehead when she heard something, she stopped and sneak a peek to see if they are high schoolers making out again but they are not.

“Bring them to me.” Corner bowed and left immediately. Ryder leaned against the wall and dragged a hand through his hair. “Fuck,” he muttered again.

My fingers threaded in his short hair, as his lips worked magic on my skin He was laying tiny kisses along my collarbone, his hands behind me, deftly undoing the straps of my bikini top I was just about to pull it off and get the party started when a knock sounded on the door. Damn it! I cursed internally “lets just ignore it” I said breathlessly, eager to get the ball rolling again but Forrest’s lips had left my skin and he glanced up at me curiously “It could just be room service, no use ignoring it” he paused and beamed up at me “We have all the time in the world baby”

Eli reached across the table and took my hand. "That's already wrong," he said. "Because I've already seen the real Adrian. He's the one who fights when something matters. He's the one who eventually admits when he's wrong. He's the one who's willing to risk comfort to do something right. That Adrian is worth knowing." "You might change your mind," I said.

That was too soft, too conventional. He strode purposefully toward the corner where a small, dark mahogany mini-bar counter jutted out. The polished surface was cool, hard, and unforgiving. Without slowing, he lifted me, my ass slamming down onto the edge of the counter with a jarring, delightful slap.

I said angrily and the girl chuckled . Did they even think no one would notice with that filmsy material they used as curtains . " Where's Frederico already " I asked as we got to an elevator . " He's in his penthouse ma'am " she said and I groaned in frustration . We got to the Sitting room and I heard moans . " Jesus ! I screamed at what my eyes saw . " Hey you're here " he said with a grin and I didn't dare look down for fear of what I'd see .

Each empty corner we search only makes the space feel bigger, darker, hungrier. And the worst part? I can’t shake the thought that if a child can vanish in here… so can any of us.

No cameras on the corners. The building’s been vacant for years, so we have no way to see what’s happening inside. Just a single heavy steel door propped open on the concrete loading dock. It’s either arrogance or a trap. I don't care which as I unbuckle my seatbelt.

I'd have probed but I was just too tired. I was leaning against the car's door, waiting for Leke whom only God knows where he had disappeared to. Most of the students already left and the school was already scanty. I yawned for the umpteenth time that evening and I saw him emerge from one corner beside the hall. That corner was popular for all sorts of atrocities; Smoking, sex, quickies, doing weed and all that. So I don't understand why he was coming from that corner. Well, the Jamal I know isn't that type of person.

Ugh. Cheap wood paneling, flickering lights, a couple of dart boards with knives sticking out of them. A fight was breaking out in the back corner, fists flying with more anger than skill, but no one seemed to care. But I wasn’t here for the humans. I spotted him immediately. Malachi.