"𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋." © -𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽

"𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.. 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀, 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀" © -𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 ✍︎︎

you're just too good to be true... can't take my eyes off of you.

My works #12 //. Part One : All I've ever wanted was to be Accepted, rather by others close to me or even just my mom. Part Two : It's just some things in life that you have to learn to accept, whether it's disapproval from ones close to you, a person you thought you loved or a person you used to call a friend. • • • DiaTheLit™ ©2016 all copyrights reserved

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦

He slowly backs up until his back is against the wall like my own, "You're..my neighbor?" He points to my door and I nod my head quickly. He hums softly, "You been here a while?" He asks and I nod my head once again. He chuckles, "Ya head hurt?" I nod again but stop as he laughs softly, "I-I mean.. no.. it doesn't." My cheeks burn red as I look at my shoes, "I-It doesn't hurt.." I repeat like a dummy and listen to him clear his throat, "So do you actually live there or was it bull?" He nods to my door and I play with my fingers, "Yeah.. I do.." I feel his eyes watch me and I quickly stop. "You live with your boyfriend or do you like sweatshirts that reach your knees?" He teased, making a giggle slip past my lips. I look away to the floor again, "I-I like big shirts... a lot." I mumble softly and he nods his head, "Hol' up." He puts his box down before walking over to one of the grey bins. I nosily watch as he pulls out a big grey sweatshirt, "Here." He holds it out for me to take and I stare at him with wide eyes, "F-For me?" I hesitantly grab the soft fabric as he chuckles, "Nah for ya mom." I puff my cheeks a little and give him a small glare, "Hush." He leans back against the wall and shakes his head, "It's cold out. You should put it on." ____________________________ She was a shy girl from the city with no spine and a list of problems so long that it could touch the floor and roll off her shoes. Though troublesome, she never truly minded because despite her fears, she was a smart little thing and worked around it. But like many of us, it kept her trapped in a tight little box. The fear of pain, insecurities, and endless thoughts held her back from the life she dreamt of. Until she met him. He was everything she could pray for and more. Tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, and caring. Perhaps she could peek out her little box.. just this once? __________ PLEASE STOP COPY PASTING MY BOOK!!!! THEIF!!! #1 in Daddy (1/1/2021) #1 in Black Romance (5/15/21)

Chai [shy] Bennett never thought love would lead her astray after risking it all for her high school sweetheart. He promised her a life of luxury and ease, but the cost was more than Chai could bargain for. She becomes a slave to the man she once knew and her opulent living quickly turns into a life of hell. Saint Campbell is another prisoner to his decisions as he tries to break the shackles of his past and find himself outside of the stigma. Being a former convict is a harsh start to his new beginning and his inner circle doesn't make it any better. Having to choose between his family, friends and future leads him down a dark, uncertain path. These two worlds collide in a brutal fight to freedom where life doesn't play fair. The battle tests their limits to the very end and creates a whirlwind of chaos. Will they make it out alive or will it just be another day in Chicago? (Completed in 2022 | Unedited) DISCLAIMER: This book contains details of physical and sexual abuse, with controversial topics. Reader discretion is advised. Please have respect for the subject matter and read with an open mind. Thank you.

What happends when Xiomara & her next door neighbor, who suddenly becomes her boss after a switch in her career start feeling each other? How will it effect her life? Find out here. (I'm not good at descriptions i promise its good lmao)

"𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗅, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌." She was everything he wasn't. Confident, precious, mature. Kentrell stared at the older women as if she had hung the moon and painted the stars across the dark sky. Amani was everything to him, but in such a quick accident, Kentrell soon feels his everything becoming but a distant memory - a...dream, some may call it.