My story matters. I am often judged by what I do, as if being a prostitute is some character trait. #### Fiction The places mentioned here have nothing to do with the story.

Fresh off the streets is a street kid named Mango. She has lived in Johannesburg, South Africa her whole life, but only discovered the cruelty of the streets five years prior, when her dear mother died. She meets a police officer who offers her all she can dream of, but she has to refuse - it's too much of an offer to accept. She's kindly forced to live with the policeman's son, Khaya, who she finds quite intriguing. She thought living on the streets was as bad as anything could get, until she realises how much it takes to get up after a million setbacks and unruly people. She realises living on the streets would be much better than the horror she is yet to face. **** Highest rankings: #1 - somethingnew: May 31, 2020. #1 - mango: September 25, 2020 & January 1, 2021 & March 2 - 31, 2021. #4 - auction: May 9, 2021.

A perfect love story Boy meets girl They date Fall in love Get married Then she gets the shock of her life

Words We sat on opposite sides of the room, she was asleep. I think he was exhausted, so was I,but we both didn't want to sleep. We couldn't sleep, maybe a bit scared that if we close our eyes then she will be gone. Nathan"I'll ask the nurses if they can organize a bed for you" Me" Am fine here" He didn't argue, for once he didn't try to control the situation. "You can get one for yourself" Nathan" I'll sleep next to her" For the next two days we spent waiting for her to wake up. Each day felt like a huge battle that we were losing, it felt like she was gone and maybe we both knew she was gone but we didn't want to admit it. Days turned into weeks, Nathan and I refused every suggestion the doctors made. Some days they said she was improving, would be taken to surgery then they would discover something new. It just felt like nothing was working, and our options were limited. Me" I can't stay here" He didn't answer me, I grabbed my things and went to the door. "Don't give up" He whispered, I turned around and looked at him. Me"I need to bring her toys here, I need to bring Mr Elephant, she needs her toys here." "I just need..." I bit my bottom lip fighting the tears "I'm sorry for everything" Pulling up in our drive way, my mind took me back to when Nate and I moved in here. The house has changed over the years, we have also grown up in a lot of ways. We were happy, we thought we had it all figured out and it turns out we knew nothing. I also never imagined myself here, in this house with him. Maybe subconsciously I know I don't belong here, maybe I am the reason my daughter is fighting for her life right now. My bad luck, why did I think I could be happy?. I drove back to the hospital and Nate was sleeping, I put the sandwich on the table then Mr Elephant next to Claire. Looking at them, I couldn't help but reminisce about the first time I met Nathan and how we got to this point in our lives. !

Lesson in love

This book is connected to Loving a Married Xhosa Man (book 1) through some familiar characters. To get the most out of the story, kindly read the following: Loving a married Xhosa man (book 1) and Eyami lendoda❤️

Dikeledi, a young and ambitious woman, is on her way to a life-changing job interview. As she rushes through the busy streets, she accidentally bumps into a charming stranger. Their eyes meet, and Dikeledi's world stands still. It's love at first sight. But as their relationship deepens, she uncovers secrets he kept hidden - torn between love and loyalty, she must decide. Will she forgive his deceit and risk everything for love, or will she walk away, protecting her heart and integrity?

Prologue " I love fearlessly and I want to be loved the way I love. I am worth it, and because I know my worth I don't know how to settle for temporary pleasure or love. So please don't bother me, unless you are planning on loving me the way I deserve to be loved." We both stared at each other not saying a word, afraid to speak next because whatever is said next sets everything in motion. " You should go" I said walking towards the door then opened it. He cleared his throat, then grabbed his jacket mumbling something under his breathe; " See what happening right now? Where we are right at this moment is all your fault" He said his ocean blue eyes staring at me shimmering with tears; " You wouldn't know love because you don't even love yourself. You are the problem Zoey, no one else but you"

Serenity P.o.v "Justin how could you ever do something so foul like that?" I asked him as I felt the burning sensation in my eyes. Here comes the water works. He embarrassed me in the cafeteria. He told everyone I slept with him, and I gave him chlamydia. "You know what I want. Did you think this was going to last? I mean you're beautiful, but look at you. You're a mess. You're not shit. Why don't you start back cutting, and kill yourself! Get the fuck out of my face." Justin spat at me. His words burned deeply. "Y-y-you don't mean that." I told him as I tried to grab onto his hand. He pushed me back, an punched me in the eye. "Don't put your fucking hands on me. Damn Precious looking bitch. Now either you're going to give me the pussy, or you're going to run back to Malik. Hurry up my sloppy toppy appointment is waiting for me." He said. I don't like him to give him the most precious piece of me. I shook my head no, and headed for the door. I soon felt my hair being pulled he threw me on the chair. "Please don't do this Justin." I searched his eyes, and they was jet black. Honestly, he looks so different. Almost like he was on some type of drug. "Bitch I'm getting what I want today." He said. I felt something hit my head then I was knocked out. Will Serenity ever have a normal life? Will Serenity ever get her "White house, with the picket fence?" Or as most say "The American Dream." Read more to find out.