Idk yet, it's good though just read for now until I have a good description🤭

"it's a ghetto love story."

Who would've thought a therapy session would end like this. Lies. Betrayal. Lust. Love.

Aya Weathers is a hardworking, talented, aspiring songwriter who prefers to put her goals before her personal life. Christopher Brown is a stubborn, rude singer who has his guard up and doesn't plan to let anyone in. Together, the two of them will be prominent figures in music history. That's if they can get along first. "You're not gonna win any awards being rude, Christopher." Aya slumped back in her chair, taking a long sip of her black coffee. "It was doing me just fine before. And can you stop calling me that?" Chris shot his head up, resting it on his fist. "No, I'm good. Thank you for asking nicely though." She grinned before clicking her pen and jotting down something in her notebook. "Why you keep playing with me? It's not funny." "I'm not playing, Christopher. This is strictly business, not a game." Aya stared at him with grim, serious eyes. She meant what she was saying. "What if I wanted it to be a game?" "Is that a bet?" Aya tested with a heightened eyebrow. "Do you want to make it one?"

Sarah has had enough of August abusive ways will she be able to escape. Read to find out about more. THIS STORY IS MADE UP, NOT BASED ON REAL EVENT! There will be so errors, I'm slowly working on that so work with me. Copyright 2015 Original work don't copy, Thanks

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 & 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 :)

Secrets no one would ever imagine filled the small town of Lockwynne. Centuries ago a curse was placed on the two original family of Lockwynne, now they have returned to seek to help. The feud continues, Hazel Michelson is caught in the midst of it all as she possesses what they are searching for. The daily activities of Hazel and her friends might be considered beyond the norm too since they all have a secret life waiting to be exposed. Read to put the pieces together.

I see him the way no one else on this planet sees him... I see him as the human being he is. Christopher Maurice Brown, I love you. I just pray that you know what this means.