"I don't really f*ck with you new folks , put him in the chair nigga , death row." 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎. Completed.

You the one I wanna be next to Hope you don't mind when I text you

Sixteen year old Amala Taleah Moreno is known as a plain old goody two shoes. Until one day, she decides to stop being a goody two shoes for once in her life and takes a risk. Little did she know that that risk would take a toll on her life.

I found my homie and my best friend I'mma be there for ya till the very end No matter what, no matter what , no matter what.

-𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯. 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.

the sequence to the first one 😘. read 😛. THIS WILL MAKE YOU MAD ASH 😭😭. FINISHED.

read (&&) find out 😉. finished !

It was just a one night stand.

Shanea "NeNe" Walker is a 22 year old Nursing Student. Born and Raised in the streets of Miami...Her life went upside down A couple years ago when her mom got locked up for killing her father.. She goes to school by day and dance At Club Plush by night. Will she survive this lifestyle? Read to find out! 💕 My first book 💕 I do not own copyright to any photos , used for Fictional purposes only Copyright © Miss.C 12/2019

"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.