Texas born twins Cilia and Iris Hunter were brought to Brooklyn, New York and given up for adoption at the age of one. But their foster mother Ms. Pat never cared about them and only adopted the twins for a check from the government, leaving Cilia, the more feisty and braver twin to raise her sister, Iris. At ten the girls meet a boy named Allele Coleman, just as snappish and street savvy as Cilia. The girls soon learn that Allele too also goes through trouble in his own home. So the three quickly decide to run away together where they live on the streets for years with mostly Cilia and Allele protecting Iris, until an incident causes Cilia to get incarcerated, separating her from the only family she ever knew. When she comes out several years later and finds Iris and Allele, it's no surprise that she finds out the weaker of the group, Iris is sick. She's blind. Iris is told the only way her vision can be restored is through surgery. With a newfound attitude from prison, Cilia will stop at nothing to help her sister. Cilia and Allele go on a mission that requires $150,000 dollars in order to restore...her eyes. Cover by: @dragology

"I don't wanna be just a memory And I don't wanna feel your wings break free Because without you I'm lost in the breeze I gotta be strong now, I gotta show you how I'll love you like I've never, ever loved somebody I'll give you things you didn't even know you wanted Don't tell me that it's not enough My time is up, you're over us 'Cause I think I might do anything for you If you just let me ... " - Sinead Harnett

Chris Brown fanfiction. © ArtistryByBadu This story is not to be copied, reposted, plagiarized in any form.

"I need you" Corrine Parker was troubled. After her father was sent to prison for killing his mistress in a fit of rage and her mother diagnosed with stage four liver cancer, Seventeen year old Corrine is sent to live with her twenty five year old stripper sister named Isis who lives the fast life. Deemed a prude by everyone around her Corrine is in for a wake up call when it comes to dealing with her sister and her choice of men. After Isis agrees to house a hood rich hit man, Corrine's living situations grows a bit complicated after her sister and her open Pandora's box. Kareem Davis was only thirteen when he witnessed his father being killed by a drug related drive by and there was nothing he or anybody could do about it. As soon as he turned of age he decided that he'd enjoy nothing more than taking out the people who took his father from him. After a less than ordinary night at an strip club he and his boys regularly attend he finds himself in a storm of trouble when he attempts to kill the owner of the place after discovering he had something to do with his fathers death only to fail. Word in the hood travels fast and now he's forced to hide out while playing a cat and mouse game with his worst nightmare and dodging his feelings.

My Work #3 | October 2013 - March 2014 | Completed [previously known as Purple] Twenty-five year old Rakim Mayers, better known as 'A$AP Rocky', lives a life that he had not intended. Considering that he's a world known recording artist, but most importantly, a father, life is not as easy as it seems. Having to juggle maintaining his image in the public eye, as well as being present in his three year-old son's life, which is not a simple task to do, Rakim is slowly sinking deep into a hole he has created for himself, but can not climb out of. When receiving a female personal assistant, to help him get back on track, he suddenly realizes that he just so happens to be close friends with her. After slowly developing an even more 'personal' relationship with his assistant, things become interesting. Will things change when his assistant discovers that he has a son? Most importantly, how will his relationship with his assistant effect his relationship with both his son, and the mother? ©Copyright bigheadkaye 2013-14 All Rights Reserved.

In the fourth installment of the 'One in a Milyon' series, Milyon Carter faces most challenging times. While her newly wed husband, Cartier King is facing federal charges, along with Maceon Carter. No one can be trusted. As a kings queen, Milyon must overcome her heartache and grief due to the absence of her husband and take on his role in the streets.

Book Four, must read books 1-3 "It's all bout who you know, street ties mean everything love" Ajani Powell now Fourteen was raised in Jamaica with her younger brother very aware of her father and her families street life but she preferred to keep to herself spending time studying and keeping her brother in check. Being one of the oldest of the next generation the family business is hanging on Ajani's shoulders and she's forced to make a tough choice, she could either fix her families mistakes or keep the cycle of violence going to keep her families legacy alive. When her father and mother make the decision that Jamaica is no longer safe for their family they move back to California unbeknownst to them that Cali may not be the same or as safe as they think it is with a feud growing between two young men with very different ideas for the drug world and Ajani is stuck right in the middle of it all. Little did everyone know this feud would soon turn into the most deadliest turf war the state of California has ever seen and would go down in history.

"Don't make homes out of people. This will leave you homesick and sad, missing arms that cannot hold roofs, hearts with shaky foundations." I made a home out of him. He was where I curled up and cried. He was where I felt most comfortable. He was where no makeup was worn. He was my foundation. He built me up, but I never felt like I was truly his home. I knew I was his true home, but I felt like nothing but his guest house, where he'd stay when he was drunk or just had a lot on his mind. Where he'd crash when he was on a downfall. Where he felt most comfortable, sometimes... Only sometimes. But, I still loved him... I had no place to judge him, seeing as though I wasn't even a halfway house when we met... I just wish my home was more welcoming sometimes. I wish my home had warm colors on his walls so I could feel more at ease sometimes. I wish my home had no doors so he wouldn't be able to shut me out so often. I wish my home was made out of something other than bricks and steel so he couldn't be so cold sometimes.. One night, he told me, "As long as I'm your home... You'll never need any other shelter." So, I stayed. And, I got adjusted to those black and white walls and those hard doors and that foundation made of bricks and steel. I made a home out of him, and I'm living comfortably sheltered from the world. And, I'm afraid I'll never be able to move out.