You live in New York, editing director for the New York Times. Living in a tiny house with your dog Clyde. After a book gets delivered to the wrong house your neighbor Daveed Diggs extends the olive branch.

You got a jawline like a model You stay fresh from head to toe Got your own money, never borrow On your grind, I like your hustle But you're no good for me Cuz them pretty boys not pretty On the inside of they souls And even though I know you're bad for me I can't let go You're no good for me No, you're no good for me But I can't stay away No matter what they say I keep comin' back for that bad boy Even though I know you treat me bad, boy I can't stay away No matter what they say Even though you still treat me bad My dumbass keep on comin' back, no

"It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we'd drink it anyways... " // D E V A N TE S W I N G NOVEL //

"we fell in love the way you fall in leaves." Juwan "Rocky" Rockwell has had a pretty hard life. Between trying to find a way to fend for himself and dealing with the normal hardships of teenage angst, he had nowhere to turn as an adolescent and no time for anything other than taking care of himself. Having been set on survival rather than love itself, Juwan, now twenty-four years old, is ready for a change. He just hasn't realized it yet. Quinn Campbell, a woman accustomed to the moderately luxurious lifestyle that her parents immersed her in, has been passive all of her life. Having been torn between parents who are both demanding and have been divorced since she was nine years old, trying to find her way in the world as an adult has proven to be challenging especially since her overbearing parents have been making decisions for her since birth. One morning, on a whim, she finally decides that it's time to take control of her life. The first step is finding a change in scenery. Who ever would've thought that the second step would be becoming smitten with a man who claimed to never have had a heart? [based on "falling in leaves" from my book of one shots.]

Essence & Pharaoh are back with the tables turned. What will happen when the player gets played with? Will they find their way back to each other?

"Woah, slow down. What?" I heard him say and I furrowed my eyebrows, looking up. "Ma.." He trailed off and I already knew it was his mother. "That has nothing to do with you." He said and I sat up because I could hear him getting angry. "What's wrong?" I asked him and he put his phone on speaker. "I can't believe you got that little.." She trailed off, too angry to even get her words out. "..whore pregnant, Sage." "And then the little slut gets an abortion, I hope she knows that she will rot in hell." She said and my heart dropped. He hung up the phone on her before she could say anything else. "Baby." He looked at me as I bit my lip, standing to my feet. "Olive." He stood to his feet as well. I quickly walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me before Sage could catch me. I broke down crying as he stood on the other side of the door. "Babygirl, I love you." "I love you too." I told him, breathing heavily. "Don't cry, love. Nothing she says matters, she's just mad because I love you so much and there's nothing she can say to change that." "Open the door for me please?" I wiped my face before I slowly opened the door for him. "I'm done with her." He said, shaking his head. He pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist as he shoved his head into my neck. "Until she can learn to respect you as my lady, she's out of our life."

an all american girl that's skilled with a pencil remembers those brown eyes and raspy voice, but only from dreams. she'd fallen in love with those eyes every time she'd fall asleep. a boy surrounded by struggle he's entire life drowns out the madness with his poetry. he ghost writes music that she inspired. he'd fallen in love with her glowing skin every night.

"Hello, Sincere. How are you feeling today?" "Same as everyday, can't sleep, can't eat.." I trailed off, looking down at Sinclair who had a perfect mixture of both V and I. "That's not good." She said and I shrugged. "None of this is." I said and she nodded understandingly. "Have faith." She said, placing her hand on my shoulder and I nodded. I tried hard to keep the tears in because I had to be strong for everybody. The family was really going through it and I just wanted her back in my arms. V had my heart and if I lost her for good, I'd never look for love again. The doctor walked out as I sat there quietly and Clair looked over my face while she made spit bubbles. I bit my bottom lip, holding back tears as I looked at V laying there with tubes in her. Not able to hold on any longer, I broke down. "Baybeh, I need you..." I trailed off, shaking my head. "I need you so bad, I can't do this shit. I can't do life with you." I explained, looking down at the floor. "We need you, ma." My voice cracked, looking over to Sinclair who was still looking up at me. "Our baybeh girl is so beautiful, ma. I want you to see her, I want you to see her grow up. I want you to be here with us.." I trailed off, collecting my words. I wiped my face as more tears poured down and I shook my head, sighing deeply. "Wake up, baybeh." I spoke, breaking down as I bit my bottom lip.

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