Needful Noor: Collector's Edition

by Takerra Allen

Noor… You know what Noire means, right?” “Black,” Dorian chewed. “I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about like the movies. Violence, sex…” “I doubt that’s what her parents had in mind,” Dorian killed his dreams.

swear Noor means moon light...

“Chill. I know you all ‘Dorian Hill’ now,” he did finger quotes. “And I know you love the shit out of Em; we all do. But I also know how you used to get down. And you're still a nigga. At least you used to be.”

snake

SHE WATCHED FOR A MOMENT, trying to glimpse the real him. With his elbows bent on the banister, Dorian’s gaze set somewhere past the trees. He didn’t seem so scary. In fact, he seemed vulnerable, with a palpable sadness layered around him.

check on your strong friends moment

Stony moved in closer, and Noor’s muscles locked up. Was it imagined, the hardness pressed against her ass? His thumb grazed over her breast in her t-shirt. “Your hair smells good,” he whispered in a different kind of voice. “You use her shampoo.” Her… Aunt Felicia. Tears prickled her lenses, but Stony’s sobs were on her ear. He was crying. Crying and clasping. Crying and pressing into her, holding her tighter. Before she could form any type of reaction, Stony drew his arm back. “Let me go back out to the couch before she comes in here overreacting.”

ikyfl!

Who was the guy that sang Superfreak?

I'm Rick James, bitch!

“You fucking…” Mitch balled his mouth. “You fucking that flashy-ass pretty nigga?” So much wound was in his voice, and Noor knew it had a lot to do with Mitch having a face – and a mansion – to put to Dorian’s name.

well my name is Susie and Gucci think I love him

“Needy!”

how're yall carrying on this loud and no one can hear? how big is this damn house?

“New Jersey used to be known as the slave state of the North. Out of the entire North, Jersey – as small as it is –owned about two-thirds of the slave trade,”

really?!?!

“But safe? You are. With me? Always.”

this sentence structure!!!!!

“Don’t you ever let your past speak for your future,” she spat. “Because he damn sure doesn’t.”

“I fucking dream about kissing these pretty lips.”

“I think you know that, though,” he accused,

blowing her mind. “I think you know you’re my obsession. You’ve been it for a while.”

“My fucking weakness,” he groaned in a voice new to her. “Goddamn, Needy. You were made for me.”

twin, where have you been