"You no tell this girl that I said, I want no relations with a darkie?" She spat to me, making my eyes go wide. What? I thought to myself and Gio tried pulling me away but I snatched away from him, knowing I heard right this time. "Wait, what?" I spoke out loud and Gi grabbed me roughly, trying to pull me away again. "Why you saying these things? She's beautiful." I heard his abuelita sticking up for me as she stood to her feet and all the guys began to as well, telling their mom that she was wrong for what she was doing. "That puta heard me." She spat, pointing her finger at me. "You're too dark." She held up a brown paper bag that she was drinking her beer out of. "You no match this bag or lighter, you're too dark." "You look too much like his father. I no want you around me." She shooed me off, instantly breaking my heart into a billion pieces as I looked up at Giovanni who was looking down at me with hurt in his eyes. "Baby, please." He begged and I shook my head at him in disgust before putting my attention back onto her. "Get that darkness out of here, Giovanni. She's a demon." "Only demons have her color." She kept on going and I felt sick to my stomach in this moment as I stood there in complete shock.

"Damn. Hasn't even been that long and you got a whole rock on your finger now, huh?" "...What are you doing here?" She unthinkingly rubbed her swollen belly, the tight knots forming in her stomach at the same time. "What you mean? I came for the art." His tone was sarcastic as he gestured at the paintings on the walls. She watched his eyes drift down her body, before he tightly clenched his jaw. "But I see I have more than one thing to congratulate you on." He said, bitterly. • • • • • • 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. A 'His First Valentine' Sequel... ❤️‍🩹👻

Hendrichs is an egotistical man hiring a skilled mechanic for his automotive shop, more specifically a male mechanic. Shane finds herself going for the interview, with a hundred percent confidence she will get the job. Pride meets Fierce when he does not think she can do the job, nor does he want her to be a part of the business. Wanting to prove the man wrong, and in desperate need for the job, she asks him to allow her to prove her skills and if she does not measure up, she'd resign with immediate effect. With no pay for the work she had done. This is an offer he cannot resist, and thus finds himself taking the offer. What he did not know was that, he had finally met his match. #1 Urban Drama - 07.30.22 #2 poc - 03.23.23 cover by: @xoroyaltywrites

Several months later and life for Sioni 'Luvie' Asher has altered in ways she couldn't imagine. After befriending and eventually falling in love with the brother of the man who murdered her uncle, Luvie ultimately felt abandoned by the very person whom she defended against everyone-including her family. Although the one she once loved was now the one she hated, the chapter between Luvie and Asanté was far from over. With new relationships in their lives and new obstacles that will arise, both Luvie and Asanté's mental will be put to the test. And it will only be a matter of time before one of them finally breaks.

She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses. He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him. She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower. Passionate. SADITIFIED.

"Woah, slow down. What?" I heard him say and I furrowed my eyebrows, looking up. "Ma.." He trailed off and I already knew it was his mother. "That has nothing to do with you." He said and I sat up because I could hear him getting angry. "What's wrong?" I asked him and he put his phone on speaker. "I can't believe you got that little.." She trailed off, too angry to even get her words out. "..whore pregnant, Sage." "And then the little slut gets an abortion, I hope she knows that she will rot in hell." She said and my heart dropped. He hung up the phone on her before she could say anything else. "Baby." He looked at me as I bit my lip, standing to my feet. "Olive." He stood to his feet as well. I quickly walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me before Sage could catch me. I broke down crying as he stood on the other side of the door. "Babygirl, I love you." "I love you too." I told him, breathing heavily. "Don't cry, love. Nothing she says matters, she's just mad because I love you so much and there's nothing she can say to change that." "Open the door for me please?" I wiped my face before I slowly opened the door for him. "I'm done with her." He said, shaking his head. He pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist as he shoved his head into my neck. "Until she can learn to respect you as my lady, she's out of our life."

"Shit happens everyday, bro. Might as well forget about it." - 12tH.S. God gives you a second chance for a reason. Either you acknowledge that chance or just let it go to waste. Only those who really want the second chance will take it and acknowledge it. Will a felon and a teenager, who was almost knocking at her death's door, take their second chance or will they let it go to waste? Published 2017. ©

To think it all started with a broken ankle and a pair of keys... #1 Urban - March 2020 #1UrbanNovel - April 2021

Jordan Terrell is tied to the Stonehall County Library by an emotional tether that she can't for the life of her break. Dominic Richards, however, is being forced into the library every day, a punishment for a bout of bad exam results. As the two's lives suddenly collide and they slowly become aquatinted with each other, uncovering dark truths and shameful secrets along the way. __ First posted 01/05/16 Completed 09/10/16

Being A Preacher's Kid Isn't At All What It's Up To Be. You're Always At Home Because Either Your Mom Is Overprotective Or Your Dad Is An Uptight Preacher. I'm Nineteen, And I STILL Can't Get From Under My Parents' Thumbs. Something Has To Change, And Something Has To Change Now. *** I Should've Listened. My Parents Were Right From Shielding Me From The Real World. How Am I Going To Get Myself Out Of This Predicament? I Just Wanted To Sing...