Insert from story "You have kind eyes." He said, holding my gaze. "You look innocent." That was on purpose. "Are you ever going to tell me your name?" He asked as he started to clean my foot. "I already did. It's Heather." "Heather." He said, keeping his voice even. "Yes, Heather Dean." He just chuckled, like he didn't believe me. "Why do I get the impression that you think I'm lying?" I asked. "Because of how you respond every time I called you that." Oh...Crap, that wasn't good. "You haven't shared your name either." I pointed out. "I'm waiting." He answered simply. "For what?" "For you to tell me the truth." He looked back up at me. "It only seems fair right?" "It would only seem fair if I was lying." He looked at me for awhile before saying, "So, you're going to stick to that story, huh? All right. Well, when you're ready to be honest, I'll share my name." He had a point but....I still needed to be careful. Yes, he had been kind but that still wasn't reason enough for me to trust him just yet.

"I may not remember much, but I do know that I had the best time with you last night." Charlie drops his hand from his mouth and lifts his head to stare into my eyes, pushing his hair back from his face at the same time. "And I know this is awkward now, because I'm pretty sure we were both naked together in bed last night..." I choke on air, trying to dispel the imaginary object from my throat. Charlie reaches out and lightly grasps my hand; my eyes slide from our interlocked fingers to his shining pupils. "...but I still wouldn't change a single thing about it. So, I really do look forward to hearing from you later, Kaiydeen." It's like I've been taken hostage by his electric stare. I don't want to look away. I never want to look away. The busy noises of the street and the honking of the traffic fade as I lose focus, nothing strong enough to force my attention away from this boy. Finally, Archer loudly clears his throat as he flings his door open and plops into the car with a huff, breaking the trance between the two of us. I look away as I withdraw my hand from his grasp, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. This is going to be a long 6 months. ●●● Kaiydeen has always known what she wanted, more like who, but she never knew exactly how to get it. So she's complacent with biding her time until it, actually he, comes to her; no matter how long that takes. But then one day she crashes into someone she doesn't expect. Someone that has always had an eye for her, and he isn't satisfied with biding his time until she's his. But when the one person she's always wanted admits he wants her, too, she's forced to make a choice. Should she go for the boy she just met or the boy she's always known? There is some use of mature language in this story, so if your eyes are innocent and you want them to stay that way this might not be the story for you. Credit to @slueths for the incredible cover!!

ARES I was named after the God Of War.Trained at a young age to be nothing but ruthless.To be the best assassin the Makris Mafia Family has ever seen. It was supposed to be a simple mission assigned from my Uncle.Protect my twin brother Apollo Makris from danger while he's at college.He abandoned our family and I was supposed to protect him. The funny thing is about War, Love is always involved in some way. Her name was Naya Andrews,my brother's best friend. I hated her. Her attitude.Her mouth.How fucking beautiful she always looks. She was my kryptonite ..she was my weakness. Little did I know she would be my darkest deception. ------------------------------ NAYA PROTECT the abandoned son of the Makris Mafia family. A simple job really. At least that was until his brother comes into the picture. He embodied everything that Apollo wasn't. Everything I always craved. I shouldn't get attached, we aren't supposed to be friendly. But I can't hide the way my heart and body feel when I'm around him.

Street Love is the relationship between Evette Johnson (an African American teen) and Antonio Cortez (who is hispanic). The two have been going to school together since middle school and couldn't be more different. Evie is determined to be successful in school and leave their east side ghetto to go to college. Tony however, has been living in ghettos his entire life and doesn't think his life will ever amount to more. Will the two of them ever work as a couple? And can Evie convince Tony that there's more to life besides life in the ghetto, getting drunk every night and joining Pandilla?

Delilah Jackson is a 22 year old teacher in 1935 Brooklyn, New York who's finally on her own. Life seems to be routine, until the mailman puts someone else's letter in her mailbox by mistake. Because of this mistake, Delilah meets 28 year old Valentin Cordero. After the first letter is sent, Delilah and Angel are cuffed together in an intricate relationship...

The Nobles, that's what everyone who had a heartbeat at Mentorist High called them. They were the definition of superior and undeniable beauty. A boy, no a man, who exuded power and confidence and played girls almost as good as they played sports. And of course, weren't too bad to look at. They were in need of a three and one cold blooded murderer fit the script to Ire's horror. Ire is seen as a prune, boring some might say. She would rather read a book than to drool over The Nobles and who they played with. All she wanted was the worse night of her life to disappear and that's exactly what didn't happen. She was the only witness and he wanted her to forget. And not just by looking at his, drool-worthy-tattooed-golden-yes-daddy-body.

"It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we'd drink it anyways."- Atticus *** I knew that there was no one else for this woman than me. With no apology to my brother, if I couldn't have her, then nobody would. Athena brought out the absolute worst in me. I'd never had any business doing things to please anyone else but myself, so now I'd admit it a thousand times, I wouldn't die for Athena, but I'd kill and betray to be with her. **** UPDATES BACK TO EVERY FRIDAY

Cliché /klēˈSHā/ a very predictable or unoriginal thing or person. Cliches. They're everywhere. Hated by everyone. But no one hates them more than Pandora Joyner. She grew up reading those horrible bad boy/good girl cliché ridden books and, boy, was she tired of them. She had despised the thought that she could ever be basic and predictable. Since then, she had tried her absolute best to avoid those kinds of situations. Little did she know that literally the most predictable thing would basically be dropped on her doorstep. Kane Castro was the name and being the new bad boy/player two houses down was his game. Him and his stupid cliché tendencies came and caused her foundation she had worked so many years on come crashing down right in front of her. Oh how Pandora loathed clichés. #1 Diverse 1/20/19 #9 Interracial 4/6/19

" THIEF! " " TRASH! " " HANG HER! " All this for me ? Wow. How kind. "Please. Just give me a chance to explain. I'm 99.9% positive we could work it out." I yelled , backing up as the mob of people edged closer. " SNAP HER NECK SHERIFF! Okay... Maybe 98.99% . This is the 50's baby and these two star crossed lovers are stuck in it. Nova, the fast talking, sharp tongued African American girl finds herself for the first time, with no control. Thomas, the white, well meaning, living epitome of trouble makes a decision that lasts a lifetime. One choice changes everything. Two colors threaten to destroy it all. Is it love or is it just a shade of something less?