Fantasy you want a Fantasy she'll give.! Meeting a stripper before his wedding that he couldn't take this eyes off wasn't in his plan. What also wasn't in his plan is finding out on his wedding that his soon to be wife and bestfriend has been fucking behind his back. Welcome to Zac world. On the same side of Atlanta, Fatima didn't think doing her cousin Madam a favor at her club would lead to her doing a private dance for a man who's about to be married. She wasn't a stripper but knew how to work the pole, it's just in her DNA. What happens when she can't get that man out of her head.? Or was it all in Club or Cloud 9.?

Fatima Wilson thought she had found her forever. What began as the best thing to ever happen to her quickly spirals into the most devastating mistake of her life. In this raw and emotionally gripping journey, we follow Fatima as she navigates heartbreak so deep it nearly shatters her. But in the darkness, she begins the courageous climb back to herself, piece by piece, choice by choice. I'm Loving Me, Back to Me is a story of self-discovery, healing, and the radical act of choosing yourself, again and again.

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What happens when one doctor visit months prior conflict everything you knew for the future.? When one door closes another one opens.! Meet Fatima who lost her husband try to recreate something that they tried to shared before his passing. Also meet Zac Taylor, a man who's trying to give his wife what she wants.... A baby.! Even if it's not what he'd want.! How would they contact.? Why are they connected? Read and find out more.!!!!

Marrying a Man she never met was never in her plans. But for her Mom she will do anything.

A young woman struggling in law school trying to make it in life trying to prove to her old town that she's cut out to be a top lawyer. Moving to the big apple she comes across an opportunity that can change her whole life.

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A forbidden love, that once explored will cause chaos in both individuals lives. Such destruction that if exploded will it ever settle? Will forgiveness be given? Will understanding be received? Will apologies be delivered? But most importantly, will that forbidden love make it through the abyss?

Praying seems to be the only thing I can do. Even though I don't have much, I'm still thankful to be alive. Even though my life, in its entirety, doesn't feel like life at all, I pray. I pray for better days. I pray someone will help me. I pray for friends. I pray for love. But most of all, I prayed for you.