Leaving your hometown is hard, establishing yourself in a new city is harder, making a living as a painter is even harder, but re-finding yourself and opening yourself back up to love after your perfect dream crumbles around you is the hardest. This is the journey Aesha Thomas finds herself on when things go exactly how she dreamt they would then make a full 180 straight to Hell. She has to pick up the pieces, brush herself off, and get back on her grind but she'll be damned if she lets another man swoop in and break her again. Joe is WWE's hottest heel at the moment, having captured the Intercontinental and Universal Championships. He's finally the head workhorse of the company that he's always dreamt of being, sells the most merchandise, his three kids are healthy and happy, and he has a fine ass woman on his arm but that was definitely not part of the plan, neither was getting her pregnant. When he finds himself trapped in a precarious situation, Joe feels like his life begins to spiral out of control everything begins to unravel right in front of him. That is until he meets someone that awakens feelings in him that he hasn't felt in years but magnified by ten. When these two souls meet, it's platonic to stranger's gaze but their spiritual connection transcends what their minds think. He's an immovable object, she's an unstoppable force, but they both know deep inside that they need each other, they both feel it whenever their eyes meet. They'll have ups and they'll have downs but when they finally meet in the middle, the world will quiver in their presence as they witness the inevitable joining of Aesha Thomas and Leati Anoa'i.

Forget Jada. Forget Janet. Only one person had his heart till his last breath.

He looked up to meet my eyes and froze to stare at me. He must be shocked to see a black girl here.

"Say my name," Harry said, his hands groping my butt and pushing me against the wall. "Say it." "H-Harry." I whined, and he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me. "That's not my name." He growled. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heavy on my cheeks. "Daddy." _____________________________________________ This is NOT a l*rry fanfic _____________________________________________ #1 in Fanfiction - 05/20/17 #2 in harrystylesau - 04/28/23 #25 in harrystyles - 01/13/20 #32 in sugardaddy - 01/03/21 #101 in styles - 04/28/23 #171 in onedirection - 05/26/20

❝―black don't crack, boo.❞ © lofangs [completed]

"my baby wears ysl but his heart is pure versace." jourdan dunn & harry styles || au [highest ranking: #898 in fanfiction]

"Why do you look so....tired?" "Why is it any of your business?"

a sweet story about an autistic boy named zayn who is infatuated with his roommate. [interracial] zayn malik x justine skye © BookOfBandz 2017 started : (march 4th, 2017) finished : (april 9th, 2017) warning : deals with bullying, little self harm, low to mild heavy language, mild violence, and a bit of sexual content.

Before I know it Colin has me over his shoulder. I fight as much as I can, banging my fist against his back. "What the hell, what the---put me down!" I demand, trying my best to sound stern. Colin's steps are quick and steady. "I'm too heavy for you to carry me like this! I hope you know that!" Did I say that out loud? Yup, the alcohol is giving a voice to my every thought. I go limp in defeat, my nose rubbing against the back of his suit jacket. "Why would you do this? I thought you said you don't drink!" Colin yells over the music, sounding completely frustrated. Is that a hint of anger in his voice? COPYRIGHTED 2014 DO NOT REPOST

"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"