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Chance 1 (Part 4)
CHAPTER 18 As the funeral service came to close, everybody started heading back to their cars, making their way to the cemetery for the burial. Me, Chance and Letah walked back to the limo. As we were about to get in, a big black Escalade with tinted windows pulled up next to us and came to a stop. The driver’s side window rolled down. It was Tico “We just gon’ follow behind y’all, wouldn’t get lost, it’s a long ways away, and we new in town. Ha-ha-ha!” He said through his big gold fronts. Iesha sat in the passenger’s seat staring at me over the rim of her dark Chanel shades. The three of us got in to the limo and left for the graveyard. By the time we got there I was a complete nervous wreck trying to figure out what Tico and Iesha could possibly have up their sleeves. My hands were shaking like two autumn leaves. Chance touched me and held my hand, I instantly stopped shaking and for a moment everything was okay.
By Kole Black6 years ago in Filthy
Chance 1
CHAPTER 5 I woke up the next morning with Chance lying next to me, watching me as I slept. He had the strangest look on his face, as though he was almost mesmerized. He said that last night had to be about the hottest sexcapade that we ever had, and I agree! The passion over flowed from every angle. When I got out of bed he grabbed my hands and said, “You better go get those nails fixed. They’re lookin’ a little rough,” and he laughed.
By Kole Black6 years ago in Filthy
Chance
CHAPTER 1 Chance dashed down the last flight of stairs in the hotel with intense fear. The front of his clothes was covered with blood. He began noticing that he left crimson handprints smeared all along the wall and banister behind him. As he reached the bottom of the dimly lit stairwell, he quickly headed toward the back entrance and scrambled out of the huge, rusty, steel door marked as an emergency exit. Chance could hardly catch his breath; so he stopped a moment and kneeled forward with sweat pouring from his face. He struggled to figure out what to do, where to go, who to call and how he got caught up in such a helluva’ mess! As the sound of approaching sirens grew closer, Chance dipped back to the car and pulled out of the dark parking garage. In complete shock, Chance sped down a dark back alley, disappearing completely into the night.
By Kole Black6 years ago in Filthy
Hypnotized by My Sexy Delivery Girl
I think I'm a pretty dominant kind of woman. I'm the executive of a huge company—think billions of dollars per year—and I have lots of people who count on me to tell them what to do. That's why I wanted to talk to you about your deliveries here. Every time you bring a package to my office, I somehow lose face with my staff. I can tell. An experienced manager always knows. So what are you doing? Spreading rumors? Opening my letters? Spill.
By Rhea Corvos6 years ago in Filthy
Week 1 (Days 1-7)
DAY 1 It was late, and I did not need the clock to tell me that. My earphones played the song I was hooked on in a loop. It had been a few hours and I was getting the itch to switch to something different as it felt more like one long never ending song, as opposed to a song on a loop. It took me hours, but I finally figured out that it was a hardware problem and not a software problem. In hindsight all those early hours troubleshooting programs was worth it just to be sure, though that did not help make me feel better. At this point I made a list of all the components that I needed to change, took a shower, and went to bed.
By Come Again6 years ago in Filthy
Day 6
It had been less than a week, and somehow, I could feel myself changing somewhat already. I have not been feeling as lonely as I had been feeling in the past, and as I was laying on the bed holding onto Violet, there was a sense of contentment within me that I had not felt in years. I was growing attached to her in a way I thought that I could only do so with another human. I looked at her, stroking her hair as I kissed her forehead, following which I held her tighter in my embrace. As I remained here, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep once more, despite it having already being ten in the morning.
By Come Again6 years ago in Filthy
Curse of the Moon
BEAU I needed help. I mean that more than in a business sense. I needed help with what happens to me, the thing that no one knows about. So I made my butler Grey make an appointment to interview a new personal assistant. “We have 42 interviews today, sir.” I swear it went on all day. All of them looked the same sounded the same.
By Destiny Smalls6 years ago in Filthy
