I don’t hear no cops calling out bullshit commands, like freeze! I don’t hear the scream of the ambulance or the swift feet of the curious running to the scene of the incident. But after these three shots, I don’t hear no clap back, running feet, or screeching police sirens.

niggas, gunshots fired anywhere in the world means pay attention motherfuckers. No matter whose finger is on the trigger, a nigga vs. Gunshots! Brooklyn born, I know the sound. True fans won’t let Winter travel alone on this amazing journey. That’s what Winter thinks.Ī heartwarming, heart-burning, passionate, sexual, comical, and completely original adventure is about to happen in real time-raw, shocking, soulful, and shameless. Hell is the same as any hood and certainly the Brooklyn hood she grew up in. Will she blow Winter’s head off? Can Winter dodge the bullets? Or will at least one bullet blast Winter into another world? Either way Winter is fearless. Simone, Winter’s young business partner and friend, is locked and loaded and Winter is her target. But Winter is not the only one with revenge on her mind. She’s eager to pay back her enemies, rebuild her father’s empire, reset his crown, and ultimately to snatch Midnight back into her life no matter which bitch had him while she was locked up. Still stunning, still pretty, still bold, still loves her father more than any man in the world, still got her hustle and high fashion flow. The long-anticipated sequel to Sister Souljah’s million copy New York Times bestseller The Coldest Winter Ever.

Life after death a novel sister souljah