When the life of a not so average Stripper and a not so average Street nigga cross paths they create a extraordinary story. In the midst of falling in love, they break down so many stereotypes about strippers, street niggas and black couples! Their story has so many ups and downs, twists and turns, wins and loses but it all ends in love and success! Read it, I PROMISE you won't regret it 🤞🏾‼️

Like every school there are cliques. East Wood High was no different there are the populars, the band geeks, the mathletes, the outcasts and the nerds of course. In this case the populars are werewolves, their alpha being the most popular boy in school and captain of the football team Morpheus Mitchell who juts turned eighteen and in search for his mate lucky for him he found her on the same day. Amethyst Jones one the not many girls in school whose not under Morpheus' spell he's technically king of the school so why Morpheus the school's golden boy even notice a quiet girl like her she does know but she's in for a wild ride since she's The Alpha's Girl -------------------------------------- 🚫This story has some triggering moments and also a lot of cursing.🚫

• Brianne King is your mostly average Chicago State University senior with major heart eyes for the school's popular, soon to be pro, basketball team captain, Deshawn Harris Jr. • • Even though she's too afraid to talk to him, what happens when he willingly pays $300 dollars to go on a date with her at an auction? • • Will the lust turn into love? Can their relationship even last with their futures heading in two different directions? Or will Deshawn's insecurities, his exes, and past situations get in the way? First Wattpad book!

**This is Book One of the Fighting Temptation Series.** Mr. Right...shouldn't it be Mr. Left? Since on your right hand is where the engagement ring goes, and the left ,the wedding ring. I don't just want to get engaged, I want to be married to my "perfect for me" Mr. Left. Handsome and intelligent, fun and spontaneous, adventurous and ambitious, humble and loyal, pampers me and loves me for me, and finally GREAT IN BED!! Hallelujah praise be to God! Being a 29 year old virgin waiting for Mr. Left is not easy. Especially with all the fine specimens of men roaming the earth, and all your girlfriends taking about who rocked their boat the night before. I'd be happy if someone would even glanced at the dock. Its not that I'm against sex before marriage, it's your prerogative. I just want my husband to be the only man in all the world to have me. I know, I'm old fashioned. People tell me all the time. I'm a romantic. I want to be courted, and not in some bar or a club. I want him to be sure that it is me he wants and I want to be sure that he's the one for me. I want him to prove himself worthy of me because apparently, I'm a rare breed. Not my words. But nowadays seems like I'm invisible. All these ladies with their weaves and makeup on and there's plain Ol' me no makeup and natural hair. I'm not ugly...at least I don't think so. But I guess compared to the vast array of contoured and made up faces, I get phased out. I mean...why do I have to wear all that crap on my face to be noticed? Why do I have to wear a weave or perm my beautiful curls to look like some warped version of barbie? Why can't I get noticed and be me at the same time? Well, this is not some debate on to make up or not to make up. This is my story to finding Mr. Left, as told by a damn near 30 year old virgin...Lord Help Me. I feel sorry for everyone reading this, ya'll are not prepared what goes through my mind on a daily basis.

"Let me help you with that," I said rushing to help her with her luggage. "No! I got it. I don't need help from the likes of you. You guys are all the same," she said. What the heck is her problem all I tried to do was help her carry her stuff . I wasn't trying to do anything wrong to her all I wanted to do is help her carry her things since she looked like she was struggling. "Viktor her name is Felicia Pinto she just moved into the condo by the pool. I tried to hit on her but she turned me down before I finished. I don't think your her type either," he said "Shaun I wasn't looking to date her. I just wanted to help her," I told Shaun. His the only one that knows my story and why I'm here. Wouldn't you like to know what Viktor's story is. I'll have the first first 3 updates soon. @XxBookN3rdXx thanks for the cover. If you don't like my slow updates please don't read any of my stories and complain. I have a life outside of Wattpad.

{Completed} One Man. One Woman. One beach. What the worst that can happen? The odds are yet to come in The Beach Affect.

Highest ranking #37 in Humor Estelle Young. She's the girl with the ride and a few voices in her head. Impulsive with a knack for irritating people with her talkative nature, her personality proves to be a liability when she meets the anti-social. . . Abe Cunningham. The boy with a gun, secrets, and places to go. Oh, and let's not forget his complete lack of respect for anyone There's no doubt about it These two will be the undoing of each other. The only REAL mystery is WHAT, exactly, is waiting for them at the end of the road.

Lola Esposito: A strongwilled curvy half-Italian woman trying to move on from her horrid past and do something for herself instead of others. What happens when she's offered a job just by spilling coffee? Christiano De Luca: A highly conceited, rude, and Italian multi-billionaire who cares for no ones feelings but those of his, his family's, and those close to him. What happens when he gets a new secretary that doesn't take his shit? What happens when Christiano hires Lola as his and his brother's secretary? ...craziness? Definitely. ...friendships? Of course. ...fights and arguments? Uh duh!!! ...jealousy? What kind of story would this be without it? ...love? Maybe.

I stand there with my back away from him. I couldn't look at him not after he hurt me. How was I supposed to believe anything that came out of his mouth? "Helena. I'- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." taking a step closer. The heat of his muscular body penetrated my cold skin. "Leave, just - leave me alone. I can't take it anymore. You broke me. Don't you get that?" whispering the last part. "I did. Please..." "Don't, your words don't mean anything. You don't mean anything." I wanted him to hurt as badly as he hurt me. "That's not true. I know you don't mean that. You want me as much as I want you." his breath lingering in my ear. "Don't flatter yourself. I hate you. I.Don't.Want.You." hissing as I turned around to face him. He pursed his lips and I knew my words cut deep. I wasn't going to be nice anymore. Kane made sure that part of me was gone. Silence filled the room. It was suffocating me just like he was and right when I was going to turn around he grabbed me slamming me to his hard chest. "Too bad, cause I want you." smashing his lips on mine he kissed me hungrily as if his life depended on it. I tried pushing him away but I couldn't or simply I just didn't want to. Did I want him after what he's done? Lifting me up he walked us to the bed laying me down slowly. Pulling away he took his shirt off then kissed me again. "I want you. There's no one else I want more than you. Let me be your first and last." I didn't know what I was thinking or if I was at that moment, but I wanted him. I couldn't deny it. "Take me. I want you to make love to me." letting the words come out making him smile. Without another word he kissed me softly. "I've been waiting for you to say that to me for a while. I will make love to you until the sun comes up baby." then took my shirt off with everything else. His body pressed against mine. "I love you Helena and I always will." as he entered me taking my virginity just like he always planned to. #47- 11/23/16 #65- 11/24

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...