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.......?

"Sunrise in Hollywood, We ain't slept for days, Perfect disaster, Me and you." -Zayn A LA Model who is just too Cruel for humble Zayn, but he still fell inlove with her.

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

Abused by him #1-abusivehusband (1/19/19) COMPLETED ° WARNING This is for mature audience only! This story contains abuse, some sex scenes, bad language, and etc. NOT MY COVER ‼️❕❗ Though this story is mine. Please don't steal my chapters of my writing.

Delilah Jackson is a 22 year old teacher in 1935 Brooklyn, New York who's finally on her own. Life seems to be routine, until the mailman puts someone else's letter in her mailbox by mistake. Because of this mistake, Delilah meets 28 year old Valentin Cordero. After the first letter is sent, Delilah and Angel are cuffed together in an intricate relationship...

What age did your parents give you the talk? You know THE talk? About Santa not being real? It seems easy right? But what if I told you, Santa existed? And what if I told you he was a young, hot and unapologetically prideful man. Well, come on in! This is the story of a 21-year non-believer whose life changes when she meets a young Santa...named Nick

Nicole enjoyed her single life in New York City. She'd known many men from all across the island, it was the 60s after all. Everything changed when she met the boy upstairs. A quiet boy from the suburbs. His name was Ricky Nelson. They were from different worlds. Nicole was city born, while Ricky was from the country. Nicole was in business, while Ricky was an artist. She was black, he was white. When they finally get together, things will never be the same again. Ricky learns what it means to surrender, and it he gives his all in doing so. Warning: There's themes of BDSM in this story. There's also mentions of racial tension, substance usage and more.

The very first, One Direction preferences for us black girls. If you feel the need to add an ignorant comment about interracial couples, please save your breath. It will either be deleted/reported/Or I will happily tell you off. Comments are always welcome. The good and if it's bad, then go shove it. I sincerely hope you like them -Aaliyah ^_^

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❝freedom ain't real, who sold you that lie?❞ A man adopts a creepy obsession with his therapist, and will go to any extent just to have her to himself.