"Been about you, since I met you and imma keep it that way" You're special to me. You're the only one who I wouldn't mind losing sleep for, the only one who I can never get tired of talking to, and the only one who crosses my mind constantly throughout the day. You're the only one who can make me smile without trying, bring down my mood without the intention to and affect my emotions with every action of yours. I can't explain with just words how much you mean to me, but you're the only one I'm afraid of losing and the one I want to keep in my life. So, please don't leave me. ~April 18, 2021 ~July 21, 2021 Rankings: #4 in mentaldisorder 9/16/2021 #6 in highschoolsweethearts 9/16/2021 #38 in urban 9/16/2021 #14 in blacklove 9/16/2021 #5 in angerissues 9/16/2021 #12 in urbanromance 9/16/2021 #3 in bwbm 9/16/2021 #20 in contemporarylit 9/16/2021 #29 in urbanstory 9/16/2021 #2 in africanamerican 9/16/2021

Selah and Micaiah have been best friends for 7 years. They happen to be a little more but choose to keep it a secret. Micaiah wants to be noticed but Selah doesn't feel the same way. She's scared to let everyone know about them.

"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.

He slowly backs up until his back is against the wall like my own, "You're..my neighbor?" He points to my door and I nod my head quickly. He hums softly, "You been here a while?" He asks and I nod my head once again. He chuckles, "Ya head hurt?" I nod again but stop as he laughs softly, "I-I mean.. no.. it doesn't." My cheeks burn red as I look at my shoes, "I-It doesn't hurt.." I repeat like a dummy and listen to him clear his throat, "So do you actually live there or was it bull?" He nods to my door and I play with my fingers, "Yeah.. I do.." I feel his eyes watch me and I quickly stop. "You live with your boyfriend or do you like sweatshirts that reach your knees?" He teased, making a giggle slip past my lips. I look away to the floor again, "I-I like big shirts... a lot." I mumble softly and he nods his head, "Hol' up." He puts his box down before walking over to one of the grey bins. I nosily watch as he pulls out a big grey sweatshirt, "Here." He holds it out for me to take and I stare at him with wide eyes, "F-For me?" I hesitantly grab the soft fabric as he chuckles, "Nah for ya mom." I puff my cheeks a little and give him a small glare, "Hush." He leans back against the wall and shakes his head, "It's cold out. You should put it on." ____________________________ She was a shy girl from the city with no spine and a list of problems so long that it could touch the floor and roll off her shoes. Though troublesome, she never truly minded because despite her fears, she was a smart little thing and worked around it. But like many of us, it kept her trapped in a tight little box. The fear of pain, insecurities, and endless thoughts held her back from the life she dreamt of. Until she met him. He was everything she could pray for and more. Tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, and caring. Perhaps she could peek out her little box.. just this once? __________ PLEASE STOP COPY PASTING MY BOOK!!!! THEIF!!! #1 in Daddy (1/1/2021) #1 in Black Romance (5/15/21)

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"The sexual tension was so thick in the car you could cut it with a knife...He gripped my waist and hoisted me in the air, my legs were around his waist. I could feel his erection poking me through his pants. We couldn't seem to get enough of each other." Avaa Scott is one of the most sought out psychiatrist in Philadelphia. She's the best at her job, but her personal life is a little jacked up. Her boyfriend has cheated on her for the last time, so that night she and her family decide to go to the club. But Avaa doesn't leave with them. What will happen when she has a one night stand with a mysterious man? Will they meet again? Read to find out This story includes mature content. Read at your own risk.

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Laylah is a high school teacher. She is very independent and she is 27 years old. She has been through a lot and she has trust issues due to past relationships with family and friends. On Friday her twin sister and her best friend begs her to go to this Bryson Tiller concert. Laylah refuses because she is not a fan of Bryson Tiller. But eventually she goes. Bryson Tiller bumps into her while he is walking to his limo for his next performance causing her to drop her purse. He apologizes and runs to his limo. About a month later she goes to the mall and they see Bryson Tiller shopping with his daughter Harley. At first she isn't interested in him at all and plays hard to get but after a while they begin to build a strong relationship but her issues get in the way of all that and they go through many challenges. Comment, vote, and follow me please!???

Onika is a successful businesswoman finding the pleasure she wants and the way she wants it that is so not worth losing the things that she has. She has the perfect life, married for 8 years to the man she has loved since childhood, CEO of Chanel, and a beautiful daughter. Onika seems helpless with a crazy addiction to sex. She is a woman searching for fulfillment, almost something darker, deeper, and dangerously deadly. Her secrets will tumbled from her mind and temptations that'll lead towards a climax that will threaten her sanity, her marriage, and even her life.

New York' Shayla Grant born and raised in South Side Jamaica Queens. She is determined to use her knowlegde and ambition to get her out of Baisley Projects with hopes of attending New York University to pursue her dream as a Pediatrician. Everything takes a turn when she is sent to reside with her Aunt on the west coast for the summer due to her mom new promotion. A night of fun runs her into Compton's Very Own Eric Wright. Watch as Shayla enter a world of Love, Lust, Deceit, Fame and Hip Hop - From Compton, With Love ♥ ✨ Writers Award Nominee ✨Winner of Best Romance Fan Fiction- NWA FFA 2017 ✨ Winner of Best of Discovered Fan Fiction-NWA FFA 2017 [PRIVATE CHAPTERS. FOLLOW TO READ. UNEDITED] ** All Rights Reserved to "Shayylondon" ©2016. From Compton With Love is under direct ownership of the author. For copyright purposes, I don't own any photos; images, or music that are apart of this novel. Content has been retrieved Via the Internet