Tsu'tey Novels & Stories

I nodded and he took off, I took a deep breath, kinda like I'm always holding my breath around him. "Yo party poopers"* Tessy practically screamed in my ear before I could put in my locker combination. I turned around to a skanky as ever Teresa's Brooke, her pale skin sneaking out of her netted black top and her pale laps being exposed by her black shirt paired her ankle high boots. "What makes me a party pooper, it's damn obvious you are suffering from a hang over at the moment", I sighed cracking open my locker. "It's not a big enough hang over baby", I rolled my eyes and chuckled, no hang over is big enough for Tessy.

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"I.. I... I..." T. B. C Guess what Fred is gonna say.....

Aden's POV "Give me a hand, big man" Tessy yelled as she tries carrying a box containing beef into the shop. Tessy was a woman with a small frame, she was less than five feet tall. She looked like a cute child whenever she was doing her tasks but was a force to reckon with whenever she started to yell. She could yell so hard that she would deafen whoever was within proximity. Just yesterday that I met her, she had yelled a dozen times and within that short period, I have known so much about her. If she wasn't yelling at Bright, she was yelling at Jack. I could see they were used to her yelling already.

The sudden change from calm to chaotic took him off guard still he couldn’t shake off the disrespectful tone Tess used to address him, his brows creased into a frown. “ Ed, Ed the sultan of the village of Bell-end.” “Oh.” Tess caught the reprimanding intent in his voice. “I guess you wouldn’t need to know my name, since you wouldn’t be alive for much longer.” “W-what do you mean?” Anger was brimming within him and he gradually lost his patience. “Wild beetle leaf powder, if you drink your tea everything with even a pico milligram of wild beetle leaf powder then death is certain.” Tess burst into a crazed laughter. Her eyes lost all of the friendliness from before.

What's he trying to do? T. B. C

Bright blue eyes and a wide smile. Akira Sanders. I shook my head instantly. I don't know why I thought that but she can definitely not be Ms. OG. She's a goodie two-shoes and a teacher's pet. Everyone's always singing hymns about her in the staff room. I haven't personally met her yet but my eyes seem to be obsessed about her. Wonder who she is? I've never been this obssessed about the women I've dated before but Akira seems different.

KEILAH I hesitated, clutching the thread tightly. "This?" I asked, my voice wary. "What do you want with it?" The woman's eyes softened, but urgency lingered in her gaze. "It's a key," she explained, her voice gentle yet insistent. "Without it, I can not help you fully. Trust me, Keilah." The fact that she knew my name without an introduction should have alarmed me, but instead, it brought a strange sense of reassurance. Still, I couldn't ignore the nagging doubt that lingered. "How do I know I can trust you?"

Don't move! ***** T b c