After being abandoned by her father, Delicious Franks turned to the streets for protection. Selling her body and doing drugs brought her temporary comfort and warmth. Delicious found herself being pimped out and selling her body off to men. Without...
SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE! I TOOK A SABBITICAL AND NOW I AM BACK FEELING REFRESHED AND READY TO PUSH OUT THESE CHAPTERS! HAPPY NEW YEARS. WISHING YALL THE BEST AND AMAZING YEAR! I WANNA STRESS THAT YOU CAN HAVE ANYTHING YOUR HEART DESIRES. IF YOU THINK IT YOU CAN HAVE IT. NOTHING IS OUT OF YOUR REACH. THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER WHATEVER YOU DESIRES AND LONG FOR BELONGS TO YOU! BTW: I AM ITCHING TO WRITE A 18+ SCENE SO BAD. EXPECT ONE COMING PRETTY SOON *rubs hands like birdman and cackles loudly*
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Yoshun's meditation was abruptly shattered by the door flying open, slamming against the wall with a loud crack. The sound reverberated through the room like a thunderclap, jarring him from his thoughts. His once serene expression twisted into a scowl as he turned toward the source of the disturbance.
"Yoshun!"
Rasheeda stormed in, her voice already at full volume, a torrent of fury spilling into the room. Her long dress swept the floor, its fabric rustling sharply with every movement. Beads and crystals sewn into the garment caught the light, creating a chaotic symphony of shimmering reflections that danced wildly across the walls. Each sharp click of her high heels echoed through the previously silent room, the rhythmic clacking a relentless drumbeat announcing her rage.
Yoshun flinched slightly, his composure momentarily broken, and sat up straighter, his frown deepening as he glared at her. His brows knitted together, irritation flaring in his eyes as he felt his focus slip away, replaced by an impending argument he didn't want to have. When he saw his mother striding toward him, her expression set like stone and her steps deliberate, his frown deepened. Her anger radiated through the room, heavy and oppressive. Her expression was stone-set, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and frustration. A sudden gust of wind swept in through the open door, sending papers fluttering off a nearby table and grazing Yoshun's exposed chest with a biting chill.
Rasheeda gave her son a deep and long death stare that casted a dark shadow over the room. Her chest heaved with every breath, her nostrils flaring as if she were holding back the urge to scream at the top of her lungs. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides, and her presence filled the room with a weight that was impossible to ignore. Yoshun rolled his eyes and took a long exhale. It seemed as if his mom had something important to tell him. A confused expression was painted on his face as he placed his hands on his knees.
