Melony moves from South Africa, following her dreams of trying to make a name for herself. She meets Zayn along the way. It's attraction at first sight and they soon learn that they can't stay away. Will their relationship survive, or will the interracial boundaries and 'once in a life time' career opportunities prove to be stronger? Follow Zayn and Melony as they discover which lines are worth crossing. Highest Ranking: #1 in Zayn out of 77.1K stories #11 in Malik out of 46.7K stories #140 in International out of 20.3K stories #478 in bwwm out of 15.8K stories #1 in Melony out of 56 Stories #2 in Mrs. out of 1.7K stories #5 in Mr. out of 3.2K stories

They both have a traumatic past that haunts them but together they find the will to live.

They say "ubuhle bendoda izinkomo zakhe" ( a real man is judged by the size of his pockets) well I disagree cause I've seen women married to rich men living miserable lives, I've seen slay queens dating rich guys who treated like them like shit and they stayed because of money so to me even if you work a 9 to 5 job and you can't afford to buy me a Brazilian and Peruvian hair, even if you can't afford to take me to the most expensive restaurant or to Dubai or even Durban or Cape Town I'll still love you..... as long as I don't sleep hungry and you make me happy and try by all means to cater for me and you respect, love and you are honest and faithful to me then I'll treat you like a king. So what im trying to say is there are still ladies out there who aren't moved by material things and once you have her make sure you never lose her cause you'll watch from a distance as another man makes her happy while you are married to a gold digger....remember glitter is not gold and the grass is not always green on the other side! Anyway walk with me on this journey as I take you through the challenges a lady called Marang and her best friend Dineo face as they tackle life's challenges and finding true love.

She's lying peacefully on my chest, holding on to my new leather jacket while I walk us up the campus steps and into the staff closet. Relax, I only have the keys because I'm friends with one of the department cleaners. I'm not much of a socialite so I spend my lunch breaks in here rather then the canteen like regular students. I lay her down on the only cushioned sofa that could fit into this tiny room. With my parents being social workers, home is far too crowded with people in need of help that I prefer sleeping in this place sometimes. There aren't any windows so she should feel safe. I close us in and wait until she gains conscious. Her eyes blink as I look into them, she mumbles a few words and after what seems like years, she speaks "where am I? What is this?" I say nothing but stare, I can't help it. She seems to recall what took place a few minutes ago when she decides to speak, "thank you and I'm sorry for taking your money". #Mustread #SA #Africanwriters Author: Asanda Khathi Happy reading!???