Quasim III: King Inferno (Season Four: Inferno Gods Book 3)

by Jahquel J.

The moment you borrow another’s flame to light your path, you’ve already dimmed your own. Imitation isn’t inspiration — it’s desperation. There’s only one me. Like there is one you.

That was the hardest part of losing someone. You longed to hear them again, knowing that you wouldn’t.

When she sent me an eggplant emoji, I was confused and figured she wanted eggplant parm and went to her favorite Italian spot in Brooklyn

that she had loved. Imagine my surprise when I came home with a pan of fucking eggplant parm, and that shit meant something different.

Lmao

Do you know how comfortable and safe a man had to make you feel for you to completely let go?

Fuck soft girl era. He put me in my secure girl era. A place where I felt safe, seen, and secured.

Soon as her soft hands with those red nails caressed my face, it was all gas and no sense behind her.

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FLIPMODE

He didn’t get the name Bajan butcher by playing fucking uno.

Your child would always be your child, even when they grew up and had children of their own.

“Hoe, is you a fucking wizard?” I nearly screamed, trying to understand what the fuck just happened. How the fuck did we come through this door, and everything was completely different? I felt like I stepped into a Granger novel with a talking cat named Quan.

“Charity gala I’m attending for children with crooked mouths.” Menace replied, looking past me.

Menace aint shit lmao

“Gods burn the faces of their enemies,” I started. Blaze smirked. “The flames burn slow because the Gods are Inferno,”

From young, she kept a book and spliff in her hand. Always preaching about the power of words while using her extensive vocabulary to cuss any man that tried to talk to her crazy. I got my spiciness from my mother and never denied it.

I watched as she demanded what she deserved from men and then showed them she wasn’t to be played with. It