"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.

17 year old Raegan Scott is trying to make her way out the hood the best way she can. The only thing is no one told her that it wouldn't be as easy as planned. While dealing with her head strong over protective older brother Raegan wants nothing more than to graduate with her friends and get out of Houston. That is until she runs into the one guy she thought she'd never see again who gIves her all the more reason to stay behind.

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Dating can be stressful. Try dating a man that's dealing with childhood trauma, personality disorder, and running a cartel. Christina Sanders, is in for a whirlwind with the oldest brother out of the Santiago clan. She's made an impact on Xavier, and Devil, but can she win over the coldest heart of all? This is the story of Xavier Santiago and Christina Sanders, a spin off of The Santiago Cartel! We welcome you, to The Devils Angel.

Two girls brought together by the thing that changed them the most. Abuse. Years, after the horrors that changed both Ziya and Denim's life they are closer than ever but have two completely different outlooks on love. For Ziya, using a man for his money is something she would never do. You could barely get her to talk to a man better yet use one. Soon, she meets Mecca a man in a league all of his own. Despite, her fears Ziya gives him a chance and she enters a world she never expected. Denim on the other hand, would love for a rich man to fall into her lap and sweep her completely off her feet. Denim wished for the life where she didn't work behind a desk at a call center. But instead she wanted the life of the chicks on Instagram, where every other picture was a new pair of shoes or bags. Although she has the looks Denim can't seem to find the one. Cue the hot headed, possibly insane Blaze. A man looking for everything but love. After a one nightstand between the two, Denim gets more than she ever bargained for.

"𝚃𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐." Read how two lost souls come together and save each other, fixing what was once broken.