"You ain't even that cute." Jojo playfully rolled her eyes allowing Dice to pull her arm to wherever he seemed to be leading her. "Where are you taking me!" She grew annoyed with the anticipation. "On a trip, just chill." -- For as long as she can remember, Jojo Rosewood has lived a picture-perfect life in a suburban area located in Chicago-designer clothes, private schools, and a glamorous lifestyle all thanks to her high-powered mother. Evidently her perfect world seems to be a lie when it comes crashing down as her mother's secrets come to the light, forcing her to face reality. Now having all of her family's assets cleared she's every bit of confused on what to do. With nowhere else to turn, Jojo is forced to leave behind everything she knows and move across a plethora of states to live with her father, a man she barely knows due to distance, and his new family. Learning to balance the shift in culture and the chaos of her first year in college all in one, Jojo struggles to adjust to her circumstances and blend into a world where her privilege no longer holds any weight. Things grow even more complicated when she meets Dice, her half-brother's best friend-a well mannered , street-smart young adult who seems to embody everything Jojos maternal side of the family warned her about. Dice is equally frustrating and intriguing, with a no-nonsense attitude that calls Jojo out on her unrealistic expectations. As their chemistry builds, Jojo finds herself questioning everything she thought she knew about family, loyalty, and love while Dice struggles letting Jojo take a trip to his world. Started; December 18th, 2024 Published; January 4th, 2025 Finished; March 2nd, 2025

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

Blind to his relentless gaze, Ciauna moves through her day, unaware of the noose tightening around her. It only took one glance-just one-for Obeye to decide she would be his. From that moment, he watched from the shadows, his patience unnervingly steady, biding his time and savoring the anticipation before he struck. By the time Ciauna feels the shift in the air, a chilling prickle at the back of her neck, it's far too late. He has her now, ensnared in his grip, forced to bend to his every dark whim-no escape, no turning back. But the worst part? A small, unyielding part of her doesn't want to resist him at all. ________________ As I reached the edge of his desk, his hands gripped my hips, the sudden contact making me gasp. His touch was firm, almost painful, as he spun me around to face the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. "Look out there," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "See all of that?" I nodded, my eyes blurring with unshed tears as I took in the twinkling lights of the cityscape. "That's your world," he whispered, his grip tightening. "And I control it. Now, bend over the desk." 📚 Now Available on Amazon This story is officially published. You can now read the full, edited version on Amazon Kindle. (Link in bio)

"Ahhh!!!" The man's body falls to the floor limp and I fall to the floor out of terror, "Why are you screaming? I saved you from being raped." I look at the man who is holding a gun with a little smile on his face. He holds the gun up to my head and I start crying, "P-Please, p-please don't do this. I-I won't tell anybody." He bends down and I whimper, "I don't think I can let you go. What happened you run and tell in the next three days? You've already seen my face and heard my voice." I shake my head, "I swear I won't tell anybody! I-I don't know anybody!" He looks at me up and down, "I'll give you two choices. I kill you now or you come with me. You can keep me entertained for a while." €€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€ Lyric Dime is a twenty-one year old loner who works in a top tier casino. She has no friends or family and she lives alone in a nice apartment. She's well off, so there's nothing she should complain about. Lyric doesn't talk much so that's why it's hard for her to make any friends or meet new people. But happens when she see someone get murdered in front and has no choice to listen to the killer? €€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€ I notice that most of my readers hate crying so I'm going to warn you all. The main female character cries a lot and I mean a lot. You have all be warned. Lol. Cover By: @thenovelbully

"That's your fucking problem right there, Kai." "You want me to keep chasing you and I'm not doing that shit no more." He spat, looking into my eyes as I looked back into his. "You want to leave without letting me explain, then go ahead and leave, Kai." "I'm not stopping you." "But if you want this shit, Kai.." "Then come get it." He spoke sternly, unbuttoning his button down shirt as I stood there in shock, turning around completely to look up at him. Taking his shirt off, I watched as he stripped himself down as his muscular, tall, fit figure appeared and I can't say this man wasn't drop dead fine. Though I was so mad at him in this moment, my mouth dropped, looking at how good he looked. "I'm done chasing your ass, bruh." "You want me, come get me."

"Hey umm Sincere? Thank you for.. you know helping me back there." She said looking at his hair she had a bad habit of staring at people hair since she's a hair stylist it's always been a habit of hers, but she really liked his it was different you don't see hair like his in Birmingham a lot... "I ain't do it for you I just ain't want y'all to beat the nigga up and start a brawl in here." He said looking at all her features but mugging her at the same time. He was mad as fuck and didn't know why. "Well never mind then nigga!" She spouted, finally looking at his face features. She turned around ready to walk away and he grabbed her arm. "You mad or some?" He asked looking confused. "Yea nigga you act like you don't know how to just say you welcome." She said mugging him and he laughed. "What's funny?" She asked, confused. "You.. Let me ask you some, you mad that I didn't say you welcome or because I said I ain't do it for you?" "Obviously because you ain't say you welcome instead of all that extra stuff this conversation could've been over with." Lyric spouted watching him lick his lips staring down at her. "Maybe I didn't want the conversation to be over fast." He teased. "Well, if you just wanted to talk to me, you could've just said that too" Lyric joked, and they both laughed. "You welcome pretty and I wanna talk to you is that cool with you?" He asked smirking. "Is that why you been staring at me all night?" Lyric accused and just when he was about to respond they heard gunshots. Sin grabbed Lyric and put her in a room told her to stay on the floor and ran back out taking his gun out of his Nike Tech pants. ~ Lyric is an introverted girl from Birmingham Alabama with a mental illness that prevents her from leaving her house. What happens when she meets Sincere a persistent hood dude from Florida who just wants to be whatever she needs him to be.

Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it a memory... You know you're in love when you can say anything to the person and you know they won't laugh at you. When you can see their face when you close your eyes. When you can still feel their arms around you holding you tight after they're gone. When you can still taste their kiss after you have said goodbye. You can tell you're in love when you miss them before they're gone. When their voice lingers in your ears. When their presence eases any pain. When their name sends chills down your spin. When they're the only thing you can think about. You know you're in love when you can see all their hopes and dreams and their soul when you look into their eyes. When they call you at four in the morning to say, "I Love You" and mean it. When your tears stain not only their shirt, but also their heart. When even a simple chore done with them can become a lasting memory. Ultimately, you know you're in love when you can't imagine living without them and can't figure how did you live before you knew them. When they fulfill every need and without them you're incomplete. The love of someone else completes the heart, and sound and mind all at once. 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟓, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎-𝐟𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟎, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦

"you gotta show me you not like these other ni**as , cause I'm not like these other b*tches*"