"In life, we form bonds and relationships with those who've never experienced themselves in all seasons of life-at their highest and lowest points, in grief and sadness, happiness and anger. We expect people to know themselves coming into our lives, but we never think about the seasons they haven't experienced."

"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.

"You don't know what it's like to be my size!" I yelled at Naomi. "Me? I wish I could be your size!" "No one wants to be me, no one dreams of being plus sized!" "You dont think it's hard being skinny? I WISH I could gain weight!" I sucked my teeth. Fetishing my weight is not real. Being overweight is dehumanizing. I disgust people. No one wishes to be big. Dreams aren't for real. Thin is in, always have been. Always will be. One more thing. Wildflowers don't exist.

*Description "ANGEL":a 20 year old big girl that would go above and beyond for the ones she love. She was raised on the south side of ATL. With her mother being a drug addict,and not always around she had to grow up and learn responsibility at a young age, especially seeing that she has to care for her 1 year old baby sister. She doesn't mind at all though she treats and sees her as her own since she's been raising her all her life. Angel had to grow up and not know who her father was. So,growing up and not learning what love feels like from her mother or father has not be very beneficial to her especially for her current relationship. But,what will happen when her and the BIGGEST king pin in the south side of ATL bump heads? "Kyng": a 23 year old "PLAYA FROM THE HIMALAYAS". The biggest and most known drug lord on the streets of south ATL. Every female wants him, but the way he's set up it's" fuck bitches and get money". Kyng doesn't trust a soul out here on these streets except for his auntie who raised him. For him it's either "KILL OR GET KILLED". Kyng has many demons he's fighting every day. Because of his many enemies you would think he would be scared to walk out the house every day with his head held high.But with the way his demons have been torturing him lately he'll be better off dead, But that is until he meets Angel. Will they connect at sight of each other or continuously bump heads forever? Will this be "A BIG GIRLS FANTASY"??

Sequel To The SPY... This story is about plus size women who love themselves regardless of what people think. Grow out of your insecurities about yourself (body). Love yourself and people would follow suit.

"plant your seeds, provide me light, water me. I will grow." my works #1. #1 in urban story, 03/31/'19. #1 in urban romance, 03/26/'19.

Storie Sovany is used to being dismissed as the fat friend, until she moves from New York City to rural Ohio for college and the charming frat boy Liam Alexander approaches her. Torn between disbelief and flattery, Storie hopes her luck may have finally changed - but is it too good to be true? [author's note: this is not a romance!]

in which a woman tries to survive in the projects of south side. ➸ let me be your guardian so you won't have to struggle so much, shawty. --- I wrote this story using my imagination. If it is similar to another story then it is entirely by coincidence. © PhotoKit 2017

"If i wear a maid suit you'll give me pussy?" "Yep"I said smiling He nodded signing the agreement i made. "No running and calling me daddy even in front of my friends and your friend. And no teasing me"he proceeded "Deal"I said shaking his hand and signing my part of the paper agreement. JANUARY 25-FEBRUARY 2 Book was written when I was 15 years old so like be aware of cringe😀

Fiercely independent Genevieve had her whole life planned out until her fiance dumped her and her finances fell apart. Living with her friend Janet until the college semester ends, Genevieve is offered an internship that could solve all of her financial problems. The only trouble is, the internship requires her to repair the relationship between the press and Prince Alexandre of Montalivet by pretending to be his girlfriend. With no other way to fund her schooling and time running out, Genevieve accepts the position, but quickly learns there is more to being a princess-in-training than meets the eye. And when she develops real feelings for her fake boyfriend, she has to decide which is more important: her job and her good name, or telling the prince the truth. ~*~ I'm incredibly proud to have been featured on: Community Curator list by _jnicole_ - February, 2022 StoriesUndiscovered - September, 2020