Peer pressure is the leading cause of depression and insecurities. For Minnie, she gets associated with a man from a wealthy background. Changes are made and she soon finds out why he was spending so much on her. Sabastian has never been with a black woman before and seeks knowledge elsewhere about how they are. That women of color are high maintenance, not realizing that he's only pushing her away. For his actions made her feel insecure about making her into someone she's not. Depression involving her life is changing big time, and the only way to go is to leave. For there's more to a black woman than luxury. What she wants is a natural aspect of life. Nothing fancy. No fame.

22 year old Nivea Lee has had a rather uneventful life. With her best friend and sister being her only two friends, there was really no hopes of a social or love life. That was until she decided to venture to a party, where she met an intriguing man...Azriel Smith. Join these characters on their dramatic ride in finding love.

I squeezed my way through the abundant number of people, trying to get to the exit. I bumped into a lot of shoulders, until I found an opening. As soon as the door was in my sight, I heard Jessie calling out my name. Her voice grabbed my attention, and I briskly turned around. I knocked right into a tall figure, causing me to lose my balance and fall. All the people dancing blocked my vision so I couldn't grab onto anything to prevent myself from falling. My arms met the hardwood floor as I tried to catch myself, sending a shock of pain through my arms. "Forgive me ma'am." Someone said while extending an arm down to me. "It's fine. No harm was-" ✰ Status: FInished NOTE*** This story contains mental illness and suicidal themes. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION! ***and mild cussing My grammar probably sucks I researched thoroughly on bpd to portray Damien's character correctly but I'm sorry if it's not accurate. I in no way meant for the portrayal of someone with a borderline personality disorder to be represented wrong or only seen from stereotypes. ★ Best Rankings ★ Assault- #1 Borderlinepersonalitydisorder- #1 Bpd- #8 Captive- #44 Selfharmawareness- #55 Darklove- #57 Mentalillness- #81 Copyright © 2020

"Mami, it's not that I don't care deeply for you, but my life is fraught with danger. If I were to have a wife, I'd be putting you in harm's way. I've made a promise to myself that if anything were to happen to you because of me, I'd unleash hell on earth. I couldn't live with myself if I put you in danger." • • • HER: Not only did I find myself with an artist but also with the most feared don of Jamaica. Not only did he change my life for the worse, he changed it for the better. Even after everything, though our journey was rough, I would still choose him over any and everything. But sadly, not everyone gets their happily ever after. • • • HIM: Love? Been there, done that, got heartbroken not once, but thrice. The only difference is the last one was hit harder. I have kept away from that feelings for sometime, but then she came into my life and the next thing I knew, I fell, lick mi chip in love. She made a gangster a lover man, a romantic gangster is what she calls it. She became the reason why I wanted to live. I was her romantic gangster, she was my everything. But sadly, life is expect the unexpected. BOTH: Our paths collided, sparks flew in distain, yet love flamed bloomed. Though time a thief, betrayed and stole our moment, fate and destiny vows our stars will align. What will become of their relationship when they find out about each other's identity? Will it affect their new found relationship or is there more than meets the eye? Read to find out!!! © All rights Reserved

"Gwaan poh yuh head." "Wa?" "Yuh nah hear?" "How mi aguh duh dat when mi foot tie up?" I sighed but obliged whilst holding onto his hand for support. He rubbed my folds and teased my clit before positioning himself at my entrance and jumped in. "Bomboclaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat dat hot inuh my yute." "Cocky drop ina yuh belly like bomb!"

"A wahm to deh bumboclaat bwoy yah man me seh fi let me guh!" I shouted at him. He stood there looking at me with a smirk on his face. "Chawgi me seh me want yuh and a yasso yah tan...tap eh bumboclaat noise a me fucking head nuh melia!" He spoke in an irritated tone. "A who yuh feel like yah chat to suh dranko? I ask, growing more and more furious seeing that he was not going to let me out. ~ NB: THIS BOOK IS PURELY FICTION AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE LIVES OF THE CHARACTERS NAMES THAT I'VE USED!!!

What's one thing that's every mortician's fear you might ask? I mean what fear should one have when they are literally dealing with the dead? Well....for Alafia Harris there's only one fear that lurks in the walls of Pearl's Funeral Home. The fear of a body that's been pronounced dead somehow coming alive. That's impossible! One might say....but is it? ✗ Disclaimer⚠️! This book will contain -graphic mentions of death, -torture -sexual intercourse -Gore -Stalking -etc It is merely fiction, therefore treat it as such. NO THIS IS NOT A DUPPY STORY... Nothing written within this book is morally acceptable by the writer. However, this is Wattpad and there's no sense of morality here. Do not read if you may be uncomfortable!

Read at your own risk. Thorned figure and Through thin curtain...