" Who are you ? " they whispered . They always whispered . " Who are you , Taylor ? " " I don't know . " she sobbed at them , laying naked in her big clawfoot tub . Her mind was racing as the water dripped from her chocolate skin . " WHO ARE YOU ? " they yelled making her cry out and grab her head . She screamed , grabbing the gun laying on the table next to the tub and raised it to her head . POOWW ! ° All Taylor Marie Stevens wanted in life was peace . To be in a peaceful set of mind but life had other plans for her . Her destiny was already set in motion centuries before her time . A destiny that involved magic . A magic so strong , it brought love . A love that never ends . Follow her on her journey to greatness .

Twenty-two year old Hazel K. Langston made a bad decision back when she was 16 years old. Thinking the decision wouldn't affect her in the future, Hazel kept the aftermath a secret. Little did she know, her bad decision came right back to her 6 years later.

© 2019 -𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐞 𝖨𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾. "𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 , 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇." Started: 11/28/19 End: N/A

Delete the old version of me in your head please, I'm not her anymore.

Dɪssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ- ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜɪᴛʏ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs, sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢs, ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ. -𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭-

She cleans up the mess. He figures out why. Working for two completely different sides, when these two people clash do they have it in them to understand one another. Is there a deeper meaning and reason for the actions they take? When their worlds collide will they join forces or run away? Explicit language, chapters of a dangerous and sexual nature.

Sequel to Beyond The Exterior

Before I could walk away completely, he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall. My wrists were caught in his grasp as he placed them above my head. I tried my best to avoid eye contact with him, knowing that if I didn't, I'd fall under his spell. My face held a blank stare not trying to give him the satisfaction that he actually had an affect on me. His cool breath spread across my face while his eyes roamed over my body. "Why the fuck do you make it so hard for someone to like you?"I kept my mouth closed irritated that he was actually talking this way to me."How hard is it to show some consideration for others?" "That's rich coming from a nigga who when he first met me, didn't even shake my hand. You're an arrogant, egotistical, asshole, who thinks the only place for a woman is on your penis." "At least I'm not a self centered, power hungry, bitch." "Fuck you."Before I realized what happened, his lips were on mine. The sweet taste of mint gum was being absorbed by my taste buds. Coming down from my high, I pushed him away. Both of us touched our bottom lips looking at each other in confusion.

Revenge is always bittersweet, but most times it's necessary.

i·dée fixe ēˌdā ˈfēks/ noun an idea or desire that dominates the mind; an obsession. "Obsessions can be deadly."