𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐨𝐦 "𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫" 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐈𝐭 : All their lives, people have sworn they've seen them both somewhere before. Two Girls. Different neighborhoods. Different schools. Different lives. But nearly the same face. At first it feels like a simple coincidence. Then it starts happening too often to ignore. When the two girls finally come face to face, the resemblance is impossible to deny. What begins as confusion quickly turns into anger and suspicion as buried secrets begin to surface. Years ago, their mother gave birth to semi-identical twin girls, she was told one of them died during delivery. But the truth is far darker. One baby didn't die. She was kidnapped at birth. As the girls dig deeper into the past, they uncover a web of lies, stolen identities, and a truth that should have never stayed buried. Learning they are twins is only the beginning. Trust doesn't come easy between two strangers forced into sisterhood, and the bond they're trying to build is tested by resentment, jealousy, and the painful realization of everything that was stolen from them. But blood has a way of pulling people back together and when the truth finally comes out, the sisters will have to decide whether the life they lost is worth fighting for... or if the family they found in each other is enough. [ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 >> 𝟐𝟓-𝟑𝟎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. ]

𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 , 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚.

"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.

•Completed with incoming edits• "Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies." - Aristotle They say everything happens for a reason, and the universe makes no mistakes. This is a different take on a black love story because we are not a monolith. Warning: This story does include mature content including adult scenes and situations. Please be advised.

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"How are you supposed to keep your man with your hair in that mess, Tamia?" "And has your hair been looking like that all week?" She went on talking about my hair now, considering it was blown-out instead of well kept, hot combed and straightened the way that she liked. "No, mama." I dragged, annoyed completely now with all of my peace gone in this moment. "I just got out of the shower and I just finished washing and blow-drying my hair." "I'm going to hot comb it and then flat iron it when I'm finished doing my skincare." "Yasin's not going to be home until tomorrow probably anyway." I threw in there but of course she wouldn't chastise him about why and where.

"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.

"ᴡᴀꜱꜱᴀᴍ ʙᴀʙʏ"

Everything in her life was perfect until her parents decided to get a divorce. That's when her life changed for the worse. Her dad moved to Miami with his new wife, leaving her in Atlanta with her mom who's decided to turn to coke and heroin to deal with her problems. Her mom abuses her, and has even tried to sell her daughter's body for a quick high. Not being able to take it anymore, she runs away and runs into the city's most famous kingpin, Blaze, who she's had a crush on for years. He helps her get back on her feet, but by him doing so, it only makes her fall for him more and more. What happens when she completely falls for him? Will he catch her, or will he walk away?

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.