Deen and Paislee Vanilla and chocolate Day and night. Hot and cold Colored | White "You know we could never get married, you just flipped your lid. We would be a closet case." "Why couldn't we get our rings, babydoll?" His green eyes danced with confusion as he stroked my cheek softly. "Because you're white and well, I'm a negro. Everyone knows whites and blacks don't bash, that's just how it goes unless you like death. So marriage, that's-that's an odd ball, Deen." ° ° ° Nothing could go wrong in the busy town of Jackson, Mississippi, for everything was splendid. Absolutely splendid. Except for the occasional riots, or lynching of innocent colored girls, the heads hanged in the city square, or the burning cross' across the street from houses. The ear wrenching screams heard from dark alleys, the glares from men as you walked into "their" diner, going through the back doors at movie theaters, or standing on the bus after a day's long of work. This was all nothing to Paislee Miller, for she was your typical colored girl in the eye of the beholder. Living in Jackson all her life had brought her many things that she wouldn't trade in the world, even the constant racism and hate that flowed through the city's air. That is until she meets Deen Rivera. He was nothing far from perfect if you asked, and everything grand. As Deen and Paislee cross paths many times she starts realizing that her solid heart was starting to open up for this green-eyed, winsome country boy. As for Deen, well he fell in love the minute he casted an eye to her. After that, he couldn't stop seeing her, touching her, loving her. Even if that meant breaking a 'WHITES ONLY' sign, it would all be worth it. Hopefully. . . Catch 22 © 2018 RyChristina

When a beautiful African girl just starting her adulthood is kidnapped from her country and sold off to the Mafia, her life does a full 360. Will she be able to cope? ############### *She quickly gets on her knees and bows in front of me. "What are you atoning for?" I ask "I b-broke your cologne. I didn't mean to. I s-swear, it was a mistake. I was wiping the counter and I didn't see it, all I saw was the bottle broken on the floor and the carpet wet." She explains panicky. "And?" I ask trying not to sound amused. The sight in front of me is pleasing. The things I do to women on thier knees "I accept whatever punishment the Don gives" she says*

"𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞."

Mabel Jenisse. A simple librarian, The most precious flower in all of the gardens. Humble, kind, naive and beautiful, she was of true rarity indeed. Unaware of Mr. Novikov's watchful eyes, her presence stirred a silent longing in him he never knew existed. Diomedes Novikov. A determined businessman, He was the biggest business mogul from Russia. Establishing his name in North America through hard work and perseverance, he became one of the most respected entrepreneurs in his area. Despite his icy exterior and reputation for being heartless, his aura commanded fear and respect from everyone around him. No one truly understood him, and few dared to try. They kept their distance, wary of his presence and the power he wielded. Having never experienced the warmth of love, he was caught off guard when his heart stirred with attraction for a certain librarian. In her gentle presence, he found himself questioning everything he thought he knew...

Deja likes a guy with a weird name. She saw him for the first time at orientation. Smokey hazel eyes. Crooked smile. Dimpled cheeks. She thought she'd never see him again, but then she saw him in Freshman comp, then Calc 1, and now General Bio. Dacre likes a girl with a weird obsession. He saw her for the first time at orientation. Thick coily hair. Rosebud lips. Beauty marks. He thought he'd never see her again, but then he saw her in Freshman comp, then Calc 1, and now General Bio. So Deja likes Dacre, and Dacre likes Deja. Yet neither of them knows. Their friends always tell them to make the first move. Maybe it's their lack of experience, or fear of rejection, but they just continue to like each other from afar. Once again, they're in the same class. Only this time they're placed in the same group. On top of that, they're neighbors now. So now they see each other almost every single day. Now, greetings turn into conversations, conversations turn to laughter, laughter turns to friendly touching. Who knows what could happen next? Friendship, romance, or something else? *Rankings* #2 - College: 7/1/23 #5 - Cute: 7/1/23 #22 - bgwb: 1/3/24

"𝘽𝙤𝙨𝙨, 𝙬𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢." 𝙁𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤, 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮. "𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚." 𝙄 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚. "𝙔𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙤𝙨𝙨." 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨. "𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚?" 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙.

"My compliments to the chef." ~~~ Twenty-six year-old Kahlia Obisani is the youngest chef to have won the title of Food Doyen in the nation's toughest televised cooking competition. Overseen and judged by the biggest names in the culinary industry around the world, Kahlia became a national sensation when she won the title at the tender age of twenty. With her instant success and prize money, she set up her restaurant, a Michelin star establishment with her leading the helm as head chef. Her winning dish, now her signature dish, is the best selling item on the menu; a sweet dessert with root vegetables as the base ingredients. Thirty year-old Dorian Bankfurth is what most restauranteurs would consider the toughest food critic in the cooking scene. He's built and destroyed restaurants with a single review, putting multitudes of establishments on the map and driving even more into bankruptcy and closed doors. He's cold, judgemental, and cynical, but above all things he's fair. He gives reviews as honestly as he can, and has no problem giving credit where it's due. When his friends take him to award winning Obisani restaurant for his birthday, he's faced with a dish he never thought he'd encounter in his life; a dessert made from root vegetables. The kicker? Dorian hates sweet things. The moment he finally meets the chef behind the meal, both their worlds are rocked in a shocking contrast of sweet and sour. Kahlia's sweet disposition and Dorian's cold glare clash, sparking tension and whispers in those around them. Still, despite his abrasive attitude, Kahlia keeps smiling, infecting the man with a sweetness he hadn't known he was missing, and opening his palate to a whole new world he quickly became addicted to. When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Could he accept the one ingredient his recipe was missing?

Everyone knows the golden rule when it comes to siblings: don't date your sibling's best friend. Rankings: #468 in high school (4-3-23) #424 in teenlove (6-10-20) #1 in bgwb (4-3-19) #23 in bwwm (4-3-19) #39 in interracial (3-22-19) #75 in interracial (2-13-19) #156 in interracial (12-17-18) REVIEWS: "This is such a nice, simple story that reflects the day to day life of normal teenagers. It's very relatable. I'm really happy I found it." ~ realmaureen21 "Ooooh, I cant wait to see how this goes down. Keep up the great work." ~ Stars-vs-Chocolates "I really love that you've written a black female character, and you're showing the little things that black people have to think about and deal with." ~ realmaureen21 sincerelyjayy 2017 | all rights reserved ©

This story is about a girl named Zara Queens who fell in love with the wrong guy. He was the leader of the mafia, he was ruthless, heartless, reckless, evil and more but she didn't care. She saw good in him. Then there's Theron Armor. He loves this woman to death, even with her stuttering. His members think she makes him weak and he needs to get rid of her. What will he do?

I Nia Gardson hated Aiden Thomas with all my guts, and I'm sure he hated me too. With his blonde hair, icy blue eyes and that smirk of his, it really got to me. And when he looked at me, I couldn't help but feel something other than hatred, maybe lust? But it couldn't be because I am not attracted to Aiden Thomas in any way. He is an arrogant douche, and trust me, I wasn't his type. He went for anything with a pretty face. And I for one, didn't care what he thought of me. Aiden Thomas just really got under my skin, and I didn't like it... "I probably sound insecure and scary right now, but that's what happens when boys get under your skin. They make you feel things you've never felt before and it completely fucks up your mind." Find out what happens to the two opposites and fall in love with their weird love. Their weird Hate, Their Weird Relationship.