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Nala, a 19 year old ambitious, loving and sometimes emotional black college student is new to the "West Coast" area. Which she barely survives if it wasn't for the help of her best friend, Amelia; that is until she moves to THE Crenshaw Blvd. where she finally meets the guy of her dreams, Chres, as well as the guy who can't get away... RJ. Now the question is how far will she go to claim what should be rightfully hers, from joining a drug selling gang to being the side chick; yes I said it, Nala has a lot on her plate! But she'll make it work for the sake of her soon to be, and very rare relationship with Chresanto August. Everything and anything can happen in the streets of South Central, Los Angeles.

Chresanto August is what you and I call.....a sex therapist. He has sex with women that are having troubles getting some at home. This is strictly business, so that means women are to sign an agreement saying they will not get attached to Dr August or any of his workers. Do you think you can handle what him and his friends have in store? Sign in and find out.

Chresanto August has been dreaming about this mystery guy for a long time. When he finally meets him he feels the need to be over protective and a little to caring. Only problem is both of them have deep dark secrets that either of them want to share with each other.

"You and I were fireworks that went off too soon". A short story based on two boys whose relationship started off with a bang, crackle, pop, but slowly diminished to nothing but a fizzle.

The story is about a 19 year old girl named Alexandra she met August ever since they were in diapers. She moved away from New Orleans when she was 15. They reunite when she moves back, but when she came back August wasn't the same no more..

"What will our parents think?" "They'll be pissed, of course... But, Jacob, I don't care. I don't care about what they have to say about it". "You should. They aren't going to allow it, Chresanto. They'll keep us from seeing each other". "Not if they don't find out. We'll keep it to ourselves. Just you and me. Nothing can go wrong, right?" "Right". It hurt to know that we were both wrong.