She wasn't what he was used to....he had finally met his match.

They were each other's drug, the only choice was to relapse.

India Manory thinks life in Queens, New York will never change. It's the same routine, same bullshit she has to put up with. But can one faithful month change her whole perspective on life itself? "Same people, same expectations. There's no room for change. Change is just another way of saying 'Hey this is how things are whether you like it or not. Get used to it or get the fuck out.'" I kicked the dried up mud off of my black and white Converses. "Let me change your mind." Chris pulled his lips into his mouth, extending the length of his cheeks bones and causing two indents to form on the sides of his freckled face. "How do you suppose you're gonna do that?" I furrowed my brows and faced him, seeing his promising expression which intrigued me. "Give me a month. I bet I can change your life." A sly smirk tugged on his full lips. "For better or for worse?" "Only one way to find out."

•Highest ranking: #74 in TeenFic & #12 in ChrisBrown "What if you find your soul mate... at the wrong time?" ― Lauren Kate, Passion Foolishly, but desirably in love. One person means everything, unknowingly. Sometimes in love the love is a lesson taught. But so oblivious you are because of the words and the gestures. Such a cliche... Chris Scott, the captain of the basketball team, and Miya Jackson, the quiet ambitious girl. Both have so much going for them... A simple spark that turned into something more, and suddenly it's more than the cute girl tutoring him. One moment. One love. One chance. And sometimes that's all you'll ever get...

Kai'lani Perez is the head photographer for one of the most popular hip hip magazines XXL. She has had the chance to work with the hottest rappers and R&B singers in the game. One day, she crosses paths with multi talented recording artist Chris Brown and things will begin to happen. Feelings will arise, problems will occur. What will happen? Will they make it or will it all just be picture perfect?

She say he's just a friend...

Desperate to keep everyone off her back about her love life, Sydney Michaels goes to extreme measures to prove to the people around that she's capable of having a happy ever after.

Sequel to Tough Love Christopher Brown was known to have it all. The money, the fame, even a beautiful family. Yet, there was something missing to this dream world he was living in. Aya Weathers was his fallen angel who had everything taken from her. She once was a part of Christopher's world, she shared what he had. Until one cruel man took every last ounce of that paradise right out of her hands. She stayed hidden, underground from the rest of the world. It was figured that she would be much safer there. She thought she could escape everything that way. But when the past she hasn't dealt with comes back for the last fight with her, what will she do? "I've just been running, and running, and running, and I'm tired, Chris!" Aya cried out hysterically, getting weak in the knees. She slumped down against the cold wall and allowed her body to drop down to the floor. "I'm tired." She whispered weakly. "Why won't you just let me go?" "Letting go was my first mistake. Doing it again would make me stupid." Chris touched her arm, her entire body tensing up. "You'd be stupid to keep me here." She shook her head and pushed his hand off of her arm. He took her chin into his index finger and thumb, picking up her head to face him. In her eyes, there was nothing but a shattered heart, a scared mind, and an empty soul. This wasn't the girl he fell in love with years ago. This wasn't the girl who gave him a beautiful son. This wasn't the one who got away. But he knew she was in there. And he'd do whatever it took to bring her back. "Then that's a risk I'm willing to take."

Aya Weathers is a hardworking, talented, aspiring songwriter who prefers to put her goals before her personal life. Christopher Brown is a stubborn, rude singer who has his guard up and doesn't plan to let anyone in. Together, the two of them will be prominent figures in music history. That's if they can get along first. "You're not gonna win any awards being rude, Christopher." Aya slumped back in her chair, taking a long sip of her black coffee. "It was doing me just fine before. And can you stop calling me that?" Chris shot his head up, resting it on his fist. "No, I'm good. Thank you for asking nicely though." She grinned before clicking her pen and jotting down something in her notebook. "Why you keep playing with me? It's not funny." "I'm not playing, Christopher. This is strictly business, not a game." Aya stared at him with grim, serious eyes. She meant what she was saying. "What if I wanted it to be a game?" "Is that a bet?" Aya tested with a heightened eyebrow. "Do you want to make it one?"