Djinn Of Sin

Chapter 5

HEY! WOW 201 READS? I know this is not a big deal but to me it is very much of a big deal. 201 reads??? I was just about to delete this story but this gave me inspiration. I been seeing feed backs and comments and ratings...it encourage me to continue with the story...So I been up all night and during my job writing this chapter so please guys vote up and comment. All opinions are fine with me, it would just give me pointers on how to write a better story. Speaking of, I am writing another book called "Don't speak".  I just don't want to publish it yet because I want to make sure its perfect in my eyes. Well anyway back to the story.

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After I finished my last bone, I placed the plate on the dining table and leaned back rubbing my stomach. I was full to the max and I could no longer lift my fat self up. I would hear a chuckle coming from Kahiem. I opened my eyes and looked at him, as he watched me with his blue eyes, his arms crossed against his chest. 

"Full?" He asked, gathering our dishes and headed to the kitchen sink.

"Very.." I said trying to lift up but failed falling back into my chair again. "Jesus, I didn't expect it to be such a big meal. I mean, I can eat. Look at me!" I rubbed my swollen belly. He just lift up his left brow laughing at little. 

"Onyx I ate more than you. All you had was one leg, some beans and one spoon of mac and cheese. I damn near ate what we cooked."  He stated, washing the dishes, drying them then putting them in the dish rack.

I had a feeling Kahiem was trying to be nice. In fact the whole thing seemed...weird. A very talented and hot guy asks me out to his house...on a date...wait..This is a date right?But why me out of all people? I am not attractive. I know I am not. Dated one guy. Hello? But this goes back to what I was saying before. Maybe he is being nice. Realizing I been quiet for awhile, I checked my phone to see if I missed any calls. Only text I got was from my mother telling me to be safe and get home soon. Kahiem was soon finished and plopped on the couch.

"Want to see my old sketch book?" He asked, leaning back. 

"Yeah sure." I said getting up and plopping a seat right next to him.  He reach under the couch and pulled out a shoe box. Opening it he pulled out a leather book with a symbol embedded on the front. The book look torn, and old and had strings and tape holding the pages together. He looked at me as if he was hesitating to say something but then gave me his graceful smile. My cheeks flushed and I reverted my eyes back to the book. I can never keep eye contact for long, especially when I am blushing or lying and I am dying to tell the truth. He slowly opened the book. My eyes laid first on the picture of a guy with wings. He had tattoos all over his skin and his hair was all white in dreadlocks. He was holding a sword, aiming straight down as he ascended from the heavens.  He was going against an army of demons.

"This is Angel. Yes I know ironic. He is my character I been working on for my book I call Soul Game. I been working on it for about 9 years now. Can't seem to figure out what I been missing in my book."He said. Turning from one page to another. Each page was drawing me in deeper and deeper. But one caught my eyes instantly. A picture of a man who looked all too familiar.  He was wearing armor that looked like it was melting through his skin. He had a low cut and he was holding a blade..cutting off Angel's wings.

I sat there stuck in my spot, frozen in place. My eyes were wide. Kahiem immediately noticed my reaction and closed the book. "What is it?" He asked, concern in his eyes.

"That guy in the picture...I saw him before." I stated feeling my throat get dry and my stomach turning into a knot. My body only reacts this way when I feel that something isn't right. Do Kahiem know this man?? I turned to look at him and found my answer, because the look on his face said it all. Saying nothing he tossed the book back in the box, sliding it back under the couch.