𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒, 𝑔𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑢𝑧 𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘.

My first book sorry for mistakes...enjoy😘 First publish: 2019 Finished: 2020

𝐀𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝗼 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐠𝗼𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝗼𝐝𝐲. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝖺𝗎𝗀 2020 - 𝗃𝖺𝗇 2021

"And you ain't never slimed nobody out so why you screaming slat ?" | Aug 2020

WORK #2 - MUST READ "Too Good Too Be True" FIRST TO UNDERSTAND WHATS GOING ON ! In the midst of a war who will stand tall and who will fall ? Will the women stand by their men or will the stressors of the war cause them to leave and find a better life for their children? They will often find themselves thinking "Is this as good as it gets?"

She never thought she would find someone that she could fall so fast in love with. He changed everything. He showed her that she could have someone who she could depend on, someone who would love her unconditionally. They face problems, several challenges that causes hurdles in their relationships and lives. Will they be able to overcome them? Will they be destined to be together at the end? Read and find out. ‼️SEQUEL TO STORY OUT NOW - CRAZY: THE SEQUEL‼️

Success doesn't equate happiness. I've had to learn that the hard way over the years. With every disappointment, every let down, every heartbreak, my solution was to just achieve something. Gain a new award, a higher accolade, a bigger position. The distractions only work temporarily, but once it dies down you realize that you're left with just you. You realize that you're still alone, still a failure in other aspects of life, and still hiding from the past. My name is Brynn. I got married at nineteen to my college sweetheart, and at the age of twenty four I found myself packing up and leaving him in the middle of the night. During that ungodly hour is when everything starts to hit you, when everything begins to resurface. My husband never attempted to come after me, never even attempted to reach out to me. Yet I still find myself going to sleep with him on my mind. I can still feel his touch if I dream hard enough. I still find myself keeping up with his social media, following his life from a distance. Only in that ungodly hour do I let my fantasies roam free and allow myself to miss him. I allow myself to still love him, still care for him. As long as I know that once morning hits it's back to business, back to being distracted, and back to being alone.

❝ SHE WANT A RICCH NIGGA, SO SHE CHOSE US. ❞

"Don't worry baby, you know that you got me," Sequel/Spinoff for Kismet