A strung out mother, selfish aunt, ho-ish sister, and no where to turn are only a few of the problems that Devyn has to deal with. She just wants to finish school and leave everything behind her, but that same everything is determined to keep her exactly where she is. Trying to find a way out of seemingly no way, Devyn Yanis is faced with the harsh realities of the real world on her own. When she meets Ace, the biggest drug dealer in the whole city, she finds it almost impossible to steer clear of him. Will he change her life for the better or will he only complicate her already complicated life?

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Not everybody is meant for this love shit.

Sequel to First & Only

"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.

Elizabeth Blythe has never been the skinny type. All her life she's been plumper than the other kids, had more meat than the popular girls in high school and more curve than the shapeless ones in college. She spent a lot of her life being made-fun of, being the butt of all jokes; she never once believed she'd ever find love. All because she had too much hips, too much muffin-top, too much boob, too much butt; too much of everything. Who knew she'd meet Mister Right at work? Cover made by D. M. Brightwell (the author) Highest Rankings 2/18/2019 #1 in "curves" out of 781 #1 in "curvy" out of 781 #1 in "thick" out of 573 #1 in "gentlemen" out of 144 #3 in "selflove" out of 1.4K

Sheilah has everything going through her mind, and speaks it when spoken too. Its just like talking without thinking. She has a nice school, a good set of friends, and been and done that in relationships, but what happens when a white boy is crushing on her?? She's never dated one in her life! But can that change.......?

A lot of people don't get as many opportunities at success & even friendship as Dave and Bernice did. David Brewster aka Dave East and Bernice Burgos were just 2 Harlem kids from the east side trying to make it. They were best friends..at one point at least. After a couple moves out of NY then back their friendship ended, but now as adults could they respark it? A reunited friendship will change them for the better. Watch these Black Roses bloom... ⚠️Book 2: Gold Petals⚠️ All events in this book are fictional. Some instances such as events and characters may be based off of real life but nothing is 100% factual.

Some people like the cookie. Some like the cream. I like them together, with some milk of course. But, I'm not talking about Oreos. Nope. This is my life. ___________________ BWWM ___________________ ©All Rights Reserved 2014. Disclaimer: read this book at your own risk. It's terrible. I was extremely young when I wrote this and did not know better. This book is an apt example of "it gets better" (or more tolerable) if you manage to stick around til chapter 17-18.

THIS IS A WEREWOLF STORY!!!! "Anything for you." He turned to me. He walked over to me and stood between my legs; he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. He leaned in, unknowingly sparking that stupid sensation I got every time he touched me....