She thought she knew the truth; and he needed her to know the truth. He would do anything to get her to hear him out, and he meant anything....

[wattpad featured story] ••• Highest Ranks: #1 in shortstory!! 7.18.19 #64 in funny!! 5.11.19 [book two in the UPS series.] ••• she over hears the number. she dials the number at a sleepover as a dare. she wasn't ready to hear his voice. ••• Cover by: @scrrilous i'm basically endorsing myself. [unedited]™

4 years have passed and there still hasn't been any type of communication between the two Sienna and August. When they finally see each other again, you can only imagine how this would go. Friendships will form, some will end and maybe even a new relationship will come about. Wanna find out what happens? Well you're gonna have to read for yourself. Get ready for some drama, deceit, and even a little romance.

Making decisions when your a teenager is like flipping coins with the devil......

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Jade and De'Ante Rodgers are happily married and are enjoying their now one year old daughter. They face challenges that will put them against odds. Will their love be strong enough to endure? MATURE CONTENT!

"Wait!" Stephen called and I puffed out a breath. I stopped but didn't face him, weighing out my options. I could keep going and head home or I could hear him out. Heavy foot steps were heard behind me until I felt a hand on my waist, whipping me around. His apple green eyes scanning me. "I want coffee" he leaned down whispering in my ear. 'Yeah! And I want your head buried between my legs!!' I thought to myself, looking at him like he was half crazy. Is he confused? "Well Steph I'm sure they have coffee here somewhere. I mean it is a grocery store..." I dryly told him. "No, you're misunderstanding me." He pulled my body closer, wrapping both warm arms around my waist. Everything felt right about what was happening, I felt safe in his embrace. His hold was inviting, strong, and protective. Felt like, home. "I want coffee at your kitchen table, after I've explored ever fucking inch of your body.."He kissed my neck so my eyes fluttered shut. Was this real? Did I hear him correctly? "Do you understand?" Stephen asked brushing a calloused thumb over my bottom lip. "Regular or Decaf?" I spoke breathlessly. This man is going to be the death of me. Stephen is just a postman in an over privileged neighborhood.

This story is about a PHAT girl that gets abused by her father and Peopel at school she really don't know how to love that much till a special someone comes along who is he? (Short Story)

"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.