Welcome to Magnolia, Louisiana, where the year is 2011, but it's more like 1921. Meet Delilah: an African American girl who's words are raw, uncut, and blunt. She's not bitter, she's "mad as hell." She wants to do more, but can't where she lives, where racial ties are holding her down. Meet Samson: Sports freak, not into the Klan like his father wants him to be. He's easy-going, blending in with the standard Magnolia white boy: straight A's in high school, football player/baseball player, ready to be initated in the Klan, and ready to take over Daddy's business as soon as he finishes college. Delilah doesn't want anything to do with Samson. After all, his dad killed Delilah's dad and got away with it. Samson doesn't want anything to do with Delilah. After all, she jeopardizes his once chance at being safe in this town, at being someone. He can't be with her... but he can't be without her. Can these two work out the difference before it's too late? Before Delilah gets hurt by Samson's people? Or Samson gets hurt by her people?

Imogen is a very successful model. She is a nonsense kind of girl until she meets billionaire playboy Zander Peters. He has been after Imogen for three years. After one night of passion she ran away and attending her best friend's party she will come face to face with the man that could change her life forever. This is a short story. I hope you enjoy.

People haven't learnt. Vampires are sick, they are twisted. They are masterful too, humans are inferior. Carter, she learns this the hard way. Falling in love with one whose existence is to hate. Whilst her vampire lord, the man who watches her, plays with his life in, watching and waiting to have her to himself. This is a dark piece of fiction. (Unedited- Will not be edited)

Vanessa Anderson is an uptight volleyball player for Savannah State University. She has never known the true meaning of falling in love with someone, even though she hopes for it to happen one day. Gabriel Merrit is a privileged man who works his way through college, as a maintenance man. When Vanessa and Gabriel's lives collide, their lives are changed forever. The attraction they feel towards each other is so strong, the magnetism is so intense, that they cannot stay away from each other. However, there are people that will do anything to see them fail. Will they make it? Or, will they walk away from love?

The year is 1963. Jocelyn Smith is a black sixteen year old who is frustrated with the ill treatment of colored people. When she loses her brother to racist violence, she is ready to give up. An unlikely savior changes her perception. A summer romance begins, but it's doomed from the start.

Aiden and Jasmine have been best friends since high school, and now at 28 and 27 know eachother better than they know themselves. Despite having an undeniable connection to eachother, they decided years ago that they weren't eachother's type. Aiden likes long leggy blue-eyed blonds. Delicate women. Jasmine is anything but, with a mocha complexion and more curves than a roller coaster and more sass than most men can handle, she surely doesn't fit that description.. And Aiden, well, he's any red-blooded women's type! Brown hair, intense green eyes, 6'4 and fit. Jasmine never denied her attraction to him, but she personally likes her coffee with a little less cream in it, if y'know what I mean (: As Heather, Aiden's girlfriend of 2 years, starts hinting at marriage the best friends begin to realize that their relationship is going to change if Aiden does propose. Heather has never been fond of Jasmine, and despite not liking her very much, Jasmine always has tried to respect Heather's relationship with Aiden. Heather makes it clear that the friendship Jasmine and Aiden share wont be tolerated if they do tie the knot. This is a story of best friends realizing how truly important they are to eachother, and finding out just how much pain, frustration, and tears it takes to hold onto something so special.....Before its too late... Please read & give your feedback ! (: ( PS. be nice im new at this. Oh and heads up this is an ADULT fiction not Teen haha. be warnedddddd ladies and gents ! Things are gunna get STEAMY )

Some Angel's have wings well this Angel has fangs and a bad attitude to match. Whoever said that death was the end was wrong. For Angel it is actually the beginning. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and not intended by the author. Copyright © 2013 by camerashy23. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Conventions as well as the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher. SO PLEASE DO NOT COPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *******************************************************

Hair ✓ Lipstick ✓ Smile (Perfect) Kenzie Clearwater is an average American girl. Although she doesn't consider herself to be a flapper, she still housed the same stylish attire-courtesy of her best friends- and visited the hottest juice joints in town. With her older brother on the brink of taking over the family bootlegging business, young Kenzie is forced into a marriage to the son of a ruthless godfather. But when the Irish mob set their sights of the infamous 'Boomtown' and stir up unimaginable trouble, strong alliances are made. No one threatens the livelihood of the Rizzitelli family and gets away with it... (Under Construction)

Mr. tall dark and handsome Jason Mills was always particular when it came to women that he associated himself with for one reason: they all had an ulterior motive and were out for something. So it was a wonder when he found himself attracted to a woman, whom he never expected to get rejected by not once but twice just because of his skin color. He's never had to chase anyone before but there was always a first time for everything. Machayla Daniels was running from love and life because of her fears. Fear brought onto her by the one who promised to love her. Jason was the last thing she wanted in her already complicated life but as she ran, he followed. His mission: Become someone she would not only need but want in her life no matter how dangerous it gets. Can she handle him and his desires?

April 4th, 1968. This was a very significant day of my life, or should I say death? That’s right April 4th 1968 was the day I died. The day I died, was the day the great Martin Luther King Jr. was shot and killed. It was 8 o’clock, 2 hours after MLK was shot and killed and about 30 minutes after he was pronounced dead. All of a sudden, I heard glass braking behind me. There was a lot of shouting and breaking of things. People were on the street fighting, shouting, breaking into stores, it was complete and utter chaos. I had absolutely no Idea what was going on, why these things were happening. Then I heard a shot come from about 2 feet over. I panicked, dropped my bags and ran. I ran until I could see the cover of the forest. I thought that if I got lost in the forest, my pursuer wouldn’t be able to find me, and I could live. But somewhere in the bottom of my stomach I knew was going to die. That I needed to. That feeling terrified me enough for me to stop running for a split second as soon as I got to the edge of the forest. That feeling, that split second, caused me my life. The moment I stopped, I felt a terrible pain tear through my back and stomach. I had been shot. I was able to drag myself into the forest long enough to get away from my pursuer, who wasn’t chasing me anymore, but I didn’t know. I had dragged myself to a clearing in the forest before I couldn’t go on anymore. I was lying in a spot where a single moon beam was reflecting on the ground.I looked up and saw a million stars in the clear night sky. The moon was bright and shining and at that moment, a comet flew across the sky. I remember my last words were: “What a beautiful way to die.” Little did I know that my life was just starting. Because I had a purpose, one I couldnt fulfill until I had died. A purpose to be a hero.