*Read "Sweet, Sweet, Calliope" first* Drug Kingpin's Michael and Caleb figure they have everything they ever wanted and for Caleb that rang true, but for Michael he was missing the one thing he had turned away from five years prior; Caleb's little sister Calliope. Calliope had watched the death of her father and then saw the toll the pain took on her mother and vowed that she would have nothing to do with the drug world as long as she lived. But that promise to herself is short lived when Caleb enlists her help when Michael is severely hurt after a warehouse raid. Being with Calliope once again convinces Michael that life isn't worth living unless she's by his side. But what is he to do when she refuses to become the Queen of the King? And what happens when Calliope gets forced to choose between a life of freedom or a life on the run? Black hour glass... Toast to cliches in a dark past... WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, explicit language, drugs, hard violence, and rape. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Twenty one year old Justine Skye, or as she goes by on stage Giselle chooses a lifestyle of sex, money and fame to earn her living and provide for herself. She wasn't a hoe, whore nor your average hooker. It was strictly business and she was willing to do it in anyway possible. After an encounter with Trevor Jackson, a young hopeless romantic she has a completely different outlook, slowly but surely.

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

If i had only known you'd give just one thing to me, It was your promise on our wedding day-the one didn't keep. You promised you would cherish me until we both grew old, The only vows you took to heart was "To Have" and "To Hold". "To Have" me? I'm a prisoner, an object standing still. "To Hold" me? Yes, you've done that too, but against my will. If walls could tell their stories, and doors unlocked themselves, Everyone would have a view into my secret hell. Crazy? That is what you want me to think I am, Telling me you meant no harm....and that you never will again. The nights you tower over me just to make me feel As if the blame and shame are mine-and my feelings are not real. But you don't know that with each blow and hurt you have to give, The more you build my silent nerve, and my will to live. You think that you have won, I'm broken on the ground, But you don't know the plans in place and strength that I have found. Just know there will come a day, not far within my reach, The only things to grip my soul are happiness and peace. I thank you for letting me see your true colors, now I'm loving the girl I've become. - To you, with resentment, love, your survivor.

Taken care of business is what needs to be done

𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.

Justine Skye x Dave East hope y'all enjoy 😊

Hatred. Enchanting. Love. Lust. I hate you, but the moments we shared with one another were enchanting. Your love molded me into the woman I am today, but our lustful activities made me a mad woman. I never knew what hell felt like in til' I met you... Excuse typos throughout this book.

{2021 MJFA's Best Urban winner} Michael Jackson, street thug, makes contact with a young girl around his age. He was battling his own inner problems and just when he thought life just wasn't getting better, she humbled him. She intrigued him, she was quiet and mysterious. Just when anybody could raise hell upon this young girl, he found himself riding with her in more ways than one. sav·ior /ˈsāvyər/ late bad era

Pretty hurt, yea right Ugly hurts the most.