Azalea adopts a baby it knowing that his father is her brothers friend....

She's a nicu nurse and a little baby girl in the nicu takes her breath away literally.. Sage has struggled with fertility and it has been having her life on hold for a long time now. But herself and her partner Zion have always put their faith in God. 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 𝐏𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝟒𝟔:𝟏-𝟑.

23-year-old Ebony Elijah Greene gets the opportunity of a lifetime to be a crisis manager for an NBA All-Star player with a bad boy image, Jabari Ty Barracka. Little does she know, things might get much messier before she can mend them. Disclaimer: This is a book that is made up of multiple points of view and does have some similarities to the real world with a mix of my own made up characters and teams to save you all some confusion. Also, a few of my characters (mostly my ball players) are based-off of or inspired by real players in the league. Please note there are also sex scenes/expletives, read at your own moral risk... If you love this book, be sure to follow so you can see what's next for your favorite characters!

She talk to much, She invade to much, And she's most of all to comfortable. He's mean, He's the plug And most of all I like him.

"There's more to life then what they're showing you Dai, just get out and explore"

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.

Read too finddd outtttuhhh.🥰

"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.

A love as sweet as a Frank Ocean song. Now Playing: Frank Ocean - Dear April

"𝘾'𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 "𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖"