Please call me Farrah Abdullah. Or Little Farrah. Everyone does, whether I like it or not. Story of my life. I was born and raised in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, but moved to the city of ottawa, province of ontario, about a decade ago. I am still considered a newcomer to the Confederation of Canada, even though I have been here for a while. I am twenty two...
Hi again guys. Sorry for the extreme delay. I had actually written up a chapter a while back, but I didn't like it so much. So I scrapped it and rewrote the whole thing. This turned out much better in my opinion. I'd like to thank everyone who liked and commented on the first chapter. I'm really happy you liked it so much. Please leave a comment down below...
I gunned the Porsche Carrera up the freeway out of Honolulu, past Pearl City and on towards mom's beautifully secluded home just past Waimea Bay. Seated beside me, Sharon's dark hair streamed behind her, jet-black and gleaming in the strong tropical sun, her upper body bare save for a tiny little black PVC bikini top that attracted lots of stares from truck...
Jazz POV I couldn't have been hearing Zuri right. Did she just say she slept with Ky a week in a half ago? That's after the fact we confessed our feelings about each other and she goes out and fucks another girl afterwards. Not only am I pissed that she fucked somebody else after, but it infuriates me that it's my friend. I wonder how many other women she's...
Pitch black darkness swallows the very light of the stars, flashes of lightning temporairly illuminating the sky as beads of rain dance outside the window panes. Brr-inggg...Brringggg.... In the midst of a very vivid dream, I vaguely heard the phone ringing. At first I thought it was part of the dream until the incessant ringing succeeded in waking me. Fum...
I was decent at basketball. I could make lay-ups all day, but I enjoyed the display of power that comes from playing volleyball. I liked being the big girl in the middle. I was a middle blocker. In high school, I was told that I could play for a Division II school. I was not recruited though, and ended up playing at a community college. I guess that I was po...
The rivals were Becky Johnson and Stacy Willis. No one would have ever imagined the two girls used to be friends. It was long ago back back in middle school when they swore they'd be best friends for life. Becky's parents were more than satisfied with her choice of friends. Stacy's would have rather she hung out with someone else. Someone closer to her own s...
This story originally started as my story: Seasons: Summer. The story itself has been revised and re-edited so I'm uploading it again with a new title, because the story has changed a bit from what it used to be. Also, there will be sex in every chapter, whereas Seasons didn't have sex in every chapter. I hope you enjoy and thank you for taking the time to r...
My name is Azizah Suleiman, and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I was born in Somaliland in 1989 and my family moved to the Confederation of Canada in 2000. This beautiful nation has been my home ever since, and I've grown fond of it. These days, I study criminal justice at Carleton University and...
Chapter 6 A slave-girl joins the fun Six months later the divorce papers had been signed with the settlement agreed without the need for expensive lawyers. Miranda agreed with her mother for Geraldine to keep the house and her inheritance, which was a substantial amount. Geraldine, the important wealthy woman, was unable to make any contribution to the p...