The Book Beat Novels & Stories

I thought " Someone related to the Blacks is working with Melissa , this is so bad but who will want bad for the Blacks they're nice people?" I thought to myself. My phone beeped and I checked to see a message from Ashley saying to meet her at Glitters tomorrow. I shut my eyes but I was scared shitless, how can people be this cruel?

“STOP TAKING HER SIDE! SHE GOT MY PARENTS KILLED.” “You don’t have any evidence to prove that she did it.” Mia spat back in anger. Vincent’s voice was cold and deadly, eyes shot red with anger and he asked, “Is it true?” Brandon gulp in fear and his eyes fall on the floor, He again asked him, “IS THAT TRUE BRANDON?” But he was silent and his silent was all the answer Vincent needed. With a swift motion Vincent walk toward him and slapped Brandon hard on his face make his lip bleed.

“What do you want, babe?” My mood flipped instantly. My lips curved into a smile as I stood up from the couch. My hair had grown long, longer than I remembered. It fell freely down my back, brushing my waist as I walked toward him, the novel still in my hand. I dropped the book onto his desk. “You look tense,” I said softly. “And you’ve been such a good boy.” His brow lifted slightly, silently questioning me as I leaned closer. “Should I make you feel better?”

I said, nodding as I spoke to Dad. Over the next few days, Greg gave me the full silent treatment. He blocked every way of contacting him. It was a tactic he used to control the situation as he was certain that I would be the one to give in first. Yet, this time, I didn’t want to bow down to him anymore. A week later, it was Greg’s birthday. I hadn’t planned on going, but considering the delicate balance between my family and the mafia organizations, I decided to attend anyway to avoid unnecessary conflict.

It was almost half-past eight when I came here. While waiting for Kevin, I wash the dishes and put the remaining soup in the fridge. I stand next to his study table and see the books he has. If anyone from school sees his shelf, he/she will be shocked. I know Plinio enough and I'm not surprised. Citizens of London, American Lion, Thomas Jefferson: the Art of Power, Flags of our Fathers, the Last Mughal, and many more books, are exactly what Plinio will read. I take out one and open it. 'Caroline' is written in cursive handwriting at the top corner. Below it 'Plinio' is written in the writing of a child, probably his own.

We walked out to a queue of kids, dressed in white and black uniforms, all bearing smiles on each of their faces. Amongst them was a boy, stood at a side, a mid-sized drum hanging from his neck, while hands went beating down on it with the drum sticks in his hold. “Hello” One of the kids had pulled forward, soon making his way over to Nia, who bore a smile that wasn’t ready to make leave of that entrancing face of hers any time now.

I looked in the direction of the music and smile when I saw who had turned it on, no other than Lukas, I looked forward and saw Katherine dancing to the beat while Chloe nods her head as she watched Katherine, she looked at Ava and the director, they nod their head like telling her to do what she wishes. The beat changed and to the awe of everyone in the room, Chloe started dancing to the beat making Katherine stop with dilated pupils. I was flabbergasted at the way she danced, so free as the bird, no stress and she dances according to the beat of the music, making light steps with her feet. “Wow!” I could hear a few people exclaim behind my back. “Ivana, is this like a dance battle, look at

"We can never be together. You must do what Odin said, but it's all an act." I scoffed. Then turned into laughter. Laughter turned into a hysterical laugh. I laughed like crazy as if the words coming out of his mouth were true. "An act?" I inhaled hard. "Okay, so, beating up Kareem was just an act as well?" I held up a hand to shut him up. "As I said before to him, you and I are nothing. You can fuck every girl in this town if you want, and I don't give a shit if the last bitch has AIDS."

Let's run. And we do. END OF BOOK FOUR: HER WICKED HEART

I followed his gesture and saw Adonis curled up in a corner, completely still. A monster... Scared of fighting? I walked over and tapped his shoulder. "Hey? Adonis?" He turned around. The skin on his face had turned charred black, his features burned away completely. Staring at me with two empty sockets, he asked hoarsely, "Are you here to hurt me too?" For some reason, my chest suddenly tightened. His burned face was horrifying, but I wasn't scared at all. I gave him a small smile. "You didn't do anything wrong. Why would anyone hurt you?"