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It's already hard being Black in America, but it's even tougher surviving America as a Black Vampire. N, who is a African vampire, has been on a long search finding the White police officer who killed his family and cut off half of his tongue when he was young. He believes that the cop is in Virginia; he goes on a grueling battle to find him. But he also ends up falling in love, meet other unique black vampires like him, find his true origin, and leads a revolution to end police brutality and racism. Black lives, Sierra Leonean lives, Nigerian lives, Lagos lives, Ghanaian lives, Egyptian lives, or any African lives will always matter! You matter! ❤️ Cover art made by: @Alabihoney Read this book on GoodNovel and AnyStories! Word count: 105, 487 Started: July 1st, 2020 Highest ranked peaks on Wattpad: #1- blackvampire #1- africanvampires #1- blackvampires #4- policebrutality #7- injustice #23- discrimination #45- policeofficer #20- scarystories #48- blackpeople #92- jail #47- blacklivesmatter #65- Africa #139- African American #14- Risingstar #38- watty2021 #90- rising

Lay'lani's life been hell behind closed doors-pretty smiles covering bruises, silent cries no one ever hears. Her boyfriend Man-Man? Ain't just abusive... he's obsessed. Controlling. Feared in the streets. And when she finally tries to leave, he makes one thing clear-if he can't have her, nobody can. Then Da'joun steps in. Lowkey but dangerous. The one who sees through her pain. He never asked to fall for her-but now that he has, he'll do anything to protect her... even if that means killing for her. Now with a baby on the way, enemies circling, and Man-Man hunting her like prey-every moment is borrowed time. This ain't just a love story... It's survival. How far would you go to protect the one you love... when love itself could get you killed?

He left a mark I never asked for. Now he wants to finish the piece. Amina Westbrook didn't choose motherhood. But when her younger sister dropped a baby and disappeared, Amina stepped in, raised that little girl as her own, and never looked back. Seven years later, the past comes tatted, cocky, and fine as hell, standing in the grocery store with the same hypnotic eyes her daughter sees in the mirror. Santiago Vega. Zuri's father. The man who left before he ever knew she existed. Now he wants in. He wants time. Forgiveness. A chance to be a father. And every time he shows up with that deep voice and soft smirk, Amina hates how bad she wants to let him. He's not just showing up for Zuri-he's showing up for her. Fixing things she didn't ask him to fix. Dropping money in her hand like it's his right. Touching her like he already knows how she breaks. And Amina? She's been holding everything together for so long that she doesn't know how to let go. Doesn't know how to want someone who actually stays. But Santiago? He stays. Through the attitude. The boundaries. The sparks that keep catching fire. And when he finally gets his hands on her? There's nothing soft about it. Now she's spiraling in his sheets, fighting him in front of her family, and falling harder than she ever meant to. Because Santiago doesn't just want to play daddy. He wants the whole damn family. And this time, he's not leaving until he has them.

************************************************* Amaya Moore wasn't lookin' for love. Fresh outta high school with no car, no solid plans, and too much on her mind, she kept to herself - headphones in, world off. Alejandro Ramirez. Known in the streets for two things: his '98 dark purple 240SX and never catchin' feelings. A 19-year-old street racer with tattoos, family to feed, and zero time for distractions. What starts as a ride home turns into late-night drives, record store dates, and real conversations. Now Amaya's deep in a world she never thought she'd touch - loud engines, underground races, and a boy who shows her love without sayin' much at all. *************************************************

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦..

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

"Please Jesus, free me of the spirit of lust." "I know that relationships built under your word can last forever. So free me of the thought, free me of the feeling and free me from my flesh trying to cloud my judgement." "I don't worship lust, sex or desire. I worship you Jesus, please don't allow me to lose sight of that." "In Jesus name, I pray." "Amen." I spoke desperately as I stood up from my knees.

Mardochee Altidor is a Haitian teenager who just immigrated to Brooklyn New York. She's a beautiful darkskin female. She stands at 5'7, and her curves can blow any one away. She meets Luis who's eighteen and he's of Dominican descent and a major fuckboy. As soon as Luis lays eyes on her he falls in love. She also meets Hakeem who's twenty and he's of Puerto Rican descent. He's more the family oriented type and he has a son, but when he sees Mardochee he immediately falls in love with her. On top with that she's dealing with drama and school work. Will Marsochee be able to handle it

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘍𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵. An interracial urban story in which a girl meets a boy who is the opposite of her but another version of her at the same time. They go through ups and downs as their love for each other sinks deeper into the roots of when they first met. She becomes so distracted trying to unwrap all of his layers, she forgets to guard her own; unbeknownst that he was doing the same thing. Only he was getting way closer to the goal than she was. -𝐌𝐒. 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐎-