"I'll fuck your nigga, keep playing with me." Khalan laughed but wasn't shit funny to him, "Throw that shit in my face again, I'll have Akia calling me daddy with an arch in his back. I'll send you the video too." "My nigga ain't gay, go ahead and try bitch!" "Okay. You told me to so don't be mad when you get that attachment." Now Khalan finna act a fool. Khalan is the middle child taking care of his younger sister Tyra. She doesn't seem to appreciate him and when Khalan threatens to do her like she did him, she challenged him. A challenge that Khalan did in fact take.

There's so many positive 4 letter words: Love Like Hope Care Life Then there's negative: Hate Evil Dead For once in her life Desdemona wanted to hear negative. The word in itself: Negative. Instead she heard positive. Her whole world came tumbling down when she found out she was positive for HIV/AIDS. She just wants to experience that four letter word, that thing called: L O V E

"𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵' 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮"

Ali B. is just your ordinary high school student attending Wood Crest High or so she thought. She has it rough, with her mom's drinking and drug problems and her dad dying when she was at a young age, she has only her friends to turn to but still feels so lost and alone in this unforgiving world. What happens when she meets Marcus Anthony and falls deeply in love with him to only find out he has a shocking and terrifying secret hidden behind his cool, calm and collected exterior. Marcus Anthony is the soon to be Lycan King of one of the most feared packs in North America, South American and some parts of Africa, The Blood Moon Dynasty. He has one of the most powerful and savage Lycans as his wolf and is becoming restless without his mate. Once the scent of his mate hits his nose, he knows its her... but she human. Nevertheless, Marcus is overjoyed over finally finding his shy little mate but that doesn't last long. Something has awakened in Marcus being around his mate, after marking Ali he noticed something is off. He thought he'll never see that side of him again... think again. [THIS STORY IS RATED R AND ONLY MATURE AUDIENCE ARE TO READ THIS. HAS VIOLENT SCENES, SEXUAL SITUATIONS AND STRONG LANGUAGE!!!] THIS BOOK HAS A FEW GRAMMAR AND PUNCTUATION ERRORS SO I'M TELLING YOU NOW, DO NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT IT BECAUSE IT'S A GRAPH AND NOT EDITED.

It was the summer of '93, and the weather was almost hotter than the location. But then again, what could be hotter than hell? The Ninth! Some would assume that the steam which rose from the broken sidewalks in front of the brick apartment building justified the neighbor hood's nickname, the Ninth Circle of Hell. The heat wave however, had nothing to do with why people associated Messalina projects with Dante's Inferno. No, that honor went to the infestation of dealers, crack heads, boosters, and hoes. Dope boys handled their business like it was legal, and everyone learned to look the other way. If they didn't learn, then they never got the chance to look again. Life in the ninth operated by the code of the wild, predators ate and prey got eaten. The drug dealers sat on the top of chain. Boosters, strippers and hoes fell somewhere in the middle, while the crack heads and the civilians clung to the last wrung. Everyone knew their assigned roles and no one ever deviated from the script. Cleopatra James, an unremarkable thirteen year old girl, understood better than anyone, her dictated place in the procession. But that didn't mean she accepted the role she'd been given to play.

New to the small southern town, brown-skinned Evalyn Brown answers an ad for domestic help. Enter her new employer, the disagreeable and decidedly white William Davis, who works for the town's police department. As time progresses, their relationship to each other, their small town, and the people who inhabit it changes. In the mid-1900s in a place so easily described as backwards, change can very rapidly become a dangerous friend. x He said nothing but continued to approach, and I started backing up, my hands in front of me to create space. He advanced until I had nowhere to go, and the stories of southern Negro women being lynched, beaten, raped, and on swirled in my mind. There were some battles to fight, and this was not one of them. I just wanted to appease whatever angry beast I had stirred within him and go back to my role as his quiet housekeeper. "William, I - ." Idiot! His whispered name slipped from my mouth before I could stop it. Today was the worst possible day to mistakenly call him by his first name. I closed my eyes as tears escaped out their corners. I didn't want to watch whatever was going to happen next. "Look. At. Me." His words were a constrictor that wound around my neck and tightened. His heady, hot breath fanned over my face. I opened my eyes and peered through my tear-blurred vision. His orbs were almost black as onyx, but tumultuous and frightening. He studied me and my pulse thudded deafeningly in my ears. "I want you to stop." His voice was low and threatening.

THE IS THE ORIGINAL STORY OF THE MATERNALISTIC MAID Folashadé knew there would be consequences when it came to having a one night stand with The Crowned Prince, Vincent Alexander. They came in different forms such as: the Prince falling for her, getting pregnant with his child, and hiding it from the rest of the castle. It doesn't help that she's an Ethiopian maid or that Vincent is engaged. How can one deal with so much stress? Read on to see how stress-worthy a one night stand with a prince can become.

Zara Palmer is a passionate, hardworking and optimistic waitress, living in New York with her two best friends. Her life changes when she meets Alexander, an attractive and humble prince from the UK with a passion for Human Rights. Zara can't seem to find her place. Will she embrace her new position or retreat back to her comfort zone? Ranked #10 in Royals Ranked #1 in African (10/08/2019) Ranked #1 in interracial

"I've come to discuss your side of the deal we made earlier." He sat on the bench, his towel wrapped tightly around his waist. "Okay, what you got for me?" Here goes. If I didn't get it out now, I never will. "I want you to teach me how to be sexy." Allison (Ally) is tired of being overlooked by the opposite sex. Every guy she knows goes for the overly sexy girl who wears revealing clothes, and tons of makeup, and is ready to drop it low at a moment's notice. So where did that leave girls like her with standards? Lonely and frustrated. But not anymore. Ally is prepared to do something drastic to increase her chances of snagging the man of her dreams, Brandon. The sexy jock has been on her radar since the moment she met him. And when a golden opportunity presents itself for her to try something crazy, she decides to throw caution to the wind. Drew, Brandon's best friend, needs her help for the millionth time and Ally decides it's time to stop doing his work for free, he has to earn it, but is he willing to pay the price she asks and help her with her plan to snag Brandon? Or does Drew have something more devious in mind like snagging her for himself?

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