❝SAY SHE LOVE ME, UGLY BOY, TOXIC PUNK, THEY DON'T LOVE ME❞ 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

With my hand on the knob, I twist it open, but the action was interrupted by his voice echoing off the walls. " Come here," I look over my shoulder, " No, I'm not in the mood for this shit." I hissed. " I wasn't askin. Come. Here." He demanded. I huffed, slamming the door shut and leaning against the door. " What?" He gestures towards the seat, " Sit down." " No, I don't have to do a damn thing." I refused, standing far away from him as possible. I wanted to be nowhere near him. " Sit down or I'll sit you down myself." He warns, glaring at me. ------------ #1 in urban romance #1 in black love #1 in glory to God #1 in bwbm #1 in lotsofdrama

He scoffed, " Ion even be wanting to argue wit you, you just like starting shit." I scrunched up my nose, " Me? Half of the time you're the one starting stuff. It's always you, Miguel." He says nothing, only looking at me as if I had six heads. Sighing Frustratingly, I throw my hands up. " You know what? Forget it." I said, chuckling bitterly. I grab Eudora's jacket from the chair, but he grabbed my wrist. I narrowed my eyes at him. " Let go," I demanded. He shook his head, standing up to his full height. " No, you not goin anywhere." He says in a low voice. " Why? I'm trying to have a conversation with you but it's clear that I'm taking up your time, so I'm done. The only reason I wanted to talk was for the sake of the kids, but you know what? You can go to hell. I can't even believe I agreed to this damn play date anyway, Now let me go." I snapped, pulling at my wrist again. " We not done until I say we are," Miguel said calmly, keeping a firm grip on my wrist. Before I could control myself, My hand reached up and slapped him across the face, the noise echoing off the walls. " Fuck you," I spat. _____________________________________ Previously known as " Take a shot for me" Written in 2022.

"I treated them bad I wouldn't be mad if i was to get treated the same way... so treat me the same way."

"Comm check... Testing, one... two... Kwes Boaz speaking. ...you a hear me? Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me. Amnija happened right after. Or at least, I think she did. She slipped through the walls I built around my mind-how she even do that? Bagga ray she gwaan wid. Afi' give har, ar' props. She a live her life now still, but all I'm trying to do is find my way in it. Yaan'dastan? Yuh feel she can make some space fi mi doh? Yuh feel e' g have a chance? Jah... We're about to take off. Buckle up. Guess we're about to find out." Ranking🥇 #1 in St. James #1 in matrimony #1 in young author #1 in youngwriter #1 in youngwriterspize

Honey, a 19-year-old survivor of unimaginable abuse, escapes her Palm Beach household with stolen cash from her father, seeking refuge in her ancestral homeland, Jamaica. Though free, the emotional wounds she carries run deep. In Jamaica, Honey's path collides with Zavire, aka 'Silas' or 'Trigga', a powerful figure with a legacy of underground businesses. Drawn to his enigmatic world, Honey becomes entangled in his operations. Silas, captivated by Honey's innocence, is torn between his desire to corrupt and protect her. As they navigate their combustible attraction, secrets and lies threaten to destroy their bond. Will Honey and Silas overcome their troubled pasts and forge a future together, or will their secrets tear them apart? Redo and remove the tattoo

And I hate that you don't think I belong to you.

"I can't leave you alone. You got me feenin'." -Dave East 18+ {Desires that could be physically, mentally, or emotionally dangerous will always give a thrill.}