In which I fall in love with my brother's best friend. ***** "Don't pretend like you don't feel anything." His voice is low, sending shivers down my spine. "What do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean." "I don't know what you're talking about." I pretend to ignore him, flipping some pages in my book. "Come on. I have all these assignments waiting. Aren't you supposed to teach me tonight?" "It depends on what you want me to teach." He smirks, his voice sounding even more dangerous. ***** I thought that my brother was the most popular guy in school, but as soon as I step into my university life, I realize how wrong I was. Meet Vaughn Cooper, his best friend. The guy is the epitome of every girl's dream. Godlike handsome. The quarterback. He's got the looks, and he's got the brain. Come on, he's got the scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in the country, while I have just barely passed the entrance examination after long years of struggle during high school. How could a guy who worked that hard and deserves nothing more but adoration be labeled as a bad boy? Yeah, the answer is simple. The moment we lock eyes, I realize something as I stare into those piercing, amber eyes. He's not every girl's dream. He's every girl's nightmare. In my case, MY nightmare. Calm down, heart. Our story hasn't even started. ***** THE SPENCERS SERIES BOOK #1 © 2020 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content, explicit language, and triggering themes)

The second book of the 000 Series. Wes and Katherine's journey may seem like it's going towards happiness and joy, but a road without bumps is impossibly perfect. Lies, jealousy, drama and conflicts all come at them in a short time, leaving them doubting their decisions. Will their regrets return or will they find a different side to themselves?

They say a bond is better than a title... right? That's what everyone tells Ruby, but somehow, she's always the one left feeling shortchanged. Her relationship with Demetrius has never been simple-it's been a wild ride of passion and pain, love and disappointment. Up one moment, crashing the next. No middle ground. Years later, when fate brings them face-to-face again, those same familiar sparks hit just as hard. But this time, Ruby's not sure if she can handle another emotional merry-go-round. Has Demetrius finally grown into the man she always needed him to be? Or will he keep holding on to the bond... while refusing to claim the title?

Cover by @_itskd Cassidy is a 20 year old girl who grew up without the love of a mother or a father, she never really learned how to love someone because she didn't grow up with that image of what love looked like and that affected her relationships more than anything she didn't know how to communicate or show her emotions but that all changes when she meets....... Read to find out

"back from the dead lost in the head i need help".

"The strength of a kingdom comes from its King, The strength of a King comes from his Queen" - Cody Edward Lee Miller THIS IS AN URBAN STORY !!! My Works #3 🧚🏾‍♀️

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"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.