Chronicles of Crooklyn: Episode 1 (Empire State of Mine$!)

By Noire

Are you ready to book binge? Then welcome to New York, the Big Apple! The City That Never Sleeps!

New from Noire, your Urban Erotic Serial Queen comes another serial banga!

Introducing EMPIRE STATE OF MINE$!

A Noire & Reem Raw Joint

This Urban Erotic Thriller is A Movie in a Book! Told in 5 Thrilling Episodes

EMPIRE STATE OF MINE$! takes you on a ride with the gunslingers of THE ZIP EM UP CREW!

Rock out with Slick, Wild Man, Jewelz, Noodles, and Whitey in:

Chronicles of Crooklyn
Queen of Diamonds
Money Makin Manhattan
Boogie Down Bronx
Wildin on Staten Island

Watch this Movie in a Book as they wreck shit in the EMPIRE STATE!

If you can make it there, you'll make it ANYWHERE!

ALL FIVE EPISODES AVAILABLE NOW!

BookFlix: It's a Movie in A Book!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Noire
• Release date: Feb 3, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310558276

Noire

Noire is the Queen of Urban Erotica and originator of the Urban Erotic genre. She is from Harlem, New York.

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

California Dreamin’

The young girl ran like the devil was after her.

And he was, too. He chased her down 136th Street all the way to Lenox Avenue. He ran her past pizza parlors, hair salons, and Italian icee stands. Past corner boys and street yummies working hard on the grind. The thick crowds parted as the good people of Harlem fell back in terror. They knew this devil. They knew him well. And they feared him just as much as the innocent young girl did.

Up ahead someone yelled out the young girl’s name. She glanced down Lenox Avenue and saw her whole family standing behind the window of the Dominican beauty parlor where she used to wash hair.

Grandmother, Jimmy, Cara, Dicey, and even Aunt Ree. They were all there in her terrifying dream. Huddled together at the window looking worried in the face. Peeping the devil on her tail, they started jumping up and down and beckoning with their arms. They screamed for her and reached for her. They begged her to run like hell.

The young girl’s feet were heavy as she fled toward the beauty shop. There was safety on the other side of those swinging doors, and if she made it inside she might just live.

But if she got caught…a bitter chill crept down her spine. If she didn’t get inside that shop then the devil was going to ride her until she wished she was dead.

The sun beamed down on her as she fled. A Johnny pump was open near the corner and a bunch of little kids played in its gushing spray. The girl darted past them and her feet splashed in the cold water. She had just stepped up on the curb when the devil’s hot breath scorched the back of her neck.

Flinching, she slipped and fell in the wet gutter. The skin of her knees ripped on the gritty pavement. She sat up soaked and terrified. She wiped her hands on her shorts, and to her horror the icy water was now steaming-hot and had turned red and slick like blood.

She yelped in disgust, and that evil-ass devil laughed dead in her ear. He scared her so badly that she almost surrendered right then and there. But she couldn’t. Because her people were waiting for her in that beauty shop. They were screaming for her. Crying. Begging her to move.

"You betta run, goddammit!" Dicey stood in the doorway and hollered. Her eyes bulged in her pie-face and when she opened her mouth the girl saw a mangled stump of flesh where her friend’s tongue should have been.

"Run, Juicy-Mo! Run! You seent how that evil mothafucka did me, right? Don’t you let him get a hold of you too!"

Jumping to her feet, the young girl scurried onto the sidewalk. With the devil hot on her tail, she sprinted toward the open arms of her old friend and the safety of the beauty parlor. Seconds later she lunged through the doorway. Her friend grabbed her hands and pulled her inside, and then pushed something soft and warm into her palm.

I made it! The young girl cried, sinking to the floor in exhausted relief. I made it!

She crawled past Dicey and further into the safety of the beauty shop. She looked toward the window for the rest of her family, but suddenly the front door banged shut, and just like in a dream... everything changed.

The girl blinked and glanced around. She was in a familiar place, but it wasn’t a salon full of Dominican hair stylists. No, she was someplace else. In a fancy, expensive joint. Then suddenly she knew.

And that’s when the terror hit her.

She was at the G-Spot. The hottest gentlemen’s club in Harlem. She glanced around the posh room. Everything about it screamed sex, money, danger, and drugs. Kingpins and high-stake rollers stood around wearing diamond Rolexes and high-priced clothing, and half-naked dancers aimed to please.

The girl glanced down. The floor she was kneeling on was spotless and made of real marble. Stripper music played in the background and the smell of Hennessy and crisp dollar bills floated in the air.

Oh hell no, the young girl thought, trembling in fear. She wasn’t in a beauty parlor. And it wasn’t Dicey who had snatched her inside either.

Her throat closed up when she saw the hellacious pair of alligator shoes that were suddenly right in front of her. She was scared to imagine who they belonged to, and she forced herself look up from her knees.

She shivered as her eyes climbed a pair of long legs clad in the finest of fabric. The devil might have been a liar, but he sure looked good and he smelled good too.

His teeth were bone-white and his hands were rough and black. Evil rolled off him, and she could tell he was pissed by the way he twirled the huge onyx ring on his middle finger.

Her eyes traveled further up his thick, muscled-up chest and paused near his throat. A raging pulse beat visibly under his smooth dark skin, just below his jaw line.

Get moving, you nasty bitch! said the devil. His voice scraped her ears like hot gravel and the girl knew she was going straight to hell.

"Move, hoe!" The devil swung his foot and planted it deep in her stomach. She collapsed, and he grabbed her by the hair and hauled her down a hallway and into a crowded room full of people.

The blue lights were dim, and the odor of smoldering hash and sweet Philly blunts filled the air. The crowd had been waiting patiently for the devil. They fell silent as he approached, and she could tell the devil had their love and their respect too.

He barked a series of orders, and suddenly the music stopped and all the lights came on. The devil dragged her out to the middle of a large stripper stage. The girl’s mouth went dry as she peered at the waiting crowd.

Her family had front row seats. A bloody sheet was draped over her mother’s slender, creamy shoulders. Grandmother had mortician’s makeup caked all over her face, and Jimmy-Jo and Aunt Ree both wore hats to hide the bullet-trimmed portions of their skulls that were no longer there.

Something warm pulsed and throbbed in the girl’s clenched fist. She uncurled her fingers and stared at the soft, wet thing she’d been holding.

It was Dicey’s tongue.

She yelped and flung it to the floor. The devil laughed, then stomped it like a fat cockroach under his shoe.

He held his hand high in the air and signaled to the multitudes. The room grew cold and still. He spoke in a rumbling voice that sparked terror, even in the hearts of the dead.

Listen up!

The devil growled from his fine, evil mouth. "This is Juicy-Mo from 136th Street. I’m gonna ask y’all once and I expect the mothafuckin’ truth. Who in here done had them some of this? I wanna know if anybody up in here ever sucked her or fucked her. If any of you bitches ever rubbed your clit on her. I wanna know if anybody ever had they fingers in her. Their tongue! Let me know right dammit now, if any mothafucka up in here done so much as smelled this pussy!"

The young girl cringed as nearly everyone in the room jumped up hollering, "Me! Me! Me! I did! I did! Yeah, I fucked her! I sucked her! I licked her too! Hell fuckin’ yeah I got me some of that! Me too! Me too! That’s a community pussy! I got me a lil bit