"Rodrick, why is your name tatted on my ass?!" "..." "Rodrick!" "...which cheek?"

The Wattys 2018 Shortlist 1st Place Wattpad's The Historical Award 2019 During World War I, a black baseball player gets a second chance to play ball on an all-white steel mill baseball team, an action that shocks and divides an entire town. Targeted by opponents, his own team, and a ruthless gang, Henry Louis finds himself facing levels of anger and racism that threaten both his baseball career and his life. When Henry meets Sarah, a free-spirited girl with the dream of becoming a great writer, things get even more complicated as they fall in love. Sarah ignites Henry's heart to keep fighting for his right play the game he loves. But by refusing to back down, Henry will pay the greatest price. And in his suffering, Henry Louis will unite a town torn apart by prejudice and war ... not because of the color of his skin but because of the color of his dreams.

Skin so brown, lips so round, Baby, how can I be down?

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Interracial ♥

"Never Fall for a Bad Boy." That's what Olivia has always been told. So why did she go and do it anyway? And why did he have to be the best friend of her Best Friend's very own bad boy? This is something she never expected. When Olivia and Thomas first meet in home economics, she was a little more than surprised. She quickly learns that no matter what she does he's never gonna leave her alone. Why? Well, she doesn't even know the answer to that. When her best friend Farrah starts dating this bad boy's friend she knows that the countless run in's and unwanted conversations are inevitable and tries to find a way to not kill her self. Figuratively speaking of course. This is nothing compared to what she would go through. This bad boy has taken a genuine interest in her and it has nothing to do with her clumsiness in the kitchen. There is something about her that just draws him in. And as much as Olivia tries to fight the connection, she can never seem to erase him from her mind. Not that Thomas would even think about letting her anyway. Can Thomas convince her that maybe Bad Boy's are her type after all? ****Spin-off of The Bad Boy is Possessive. It is NOT necessary to read TBBIP to understand this book.****

"I didn't get to have my dad." Sarada said angrily. "My dad missed out on all of my childhood. Your dad is there, and every attempt he makes to be with you...you just ignore him!" "Your dad left because he didn't have a choice! He-" "No, he did! He had the choice to leave. He knew that there was a mission, but it didn't have to be him to take it. But he chose not to, he left me and my mother alone. Now that he's home, I welcome him back into my life, but you? You're dad is trying, just like mine, but you choose to leave him dangling. Do you want a father at all?!" I threw another stick into the fire. The small embers float into the sky to join the now bright stars. When you squint, you can hardly tell the difference between the sparks and the stars themselves. "I'm 14, and yet I still...I still act like a child." "You could say that again." "It should be right here." Neji muttered as he dug through the books. If we had this scroll, we could finally go home. My dad would be back to normal, my mom would finally wake up, we could all go back to the way things were. But then, I heard something that stole the breath from my lungs. A scraping noise that scratched against the cold stone. I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise, and I froze right where I stood, unable to breathe. Whoever was there, they were right behind me. "Well..." I heard someone say, their voice like dripping ice. The scraping drawing nearer and nearer. "It took you long enough." Boruto, Sarada, Inojin, and Shikadai stumble upon a mysterious scroll which throws them into an unfamiliar timeline. When their concerned parents use the scroll to join their children in the past, they experience unexpected symptoms. All of the original generation have begun to re-experience all of their past wounds, taking their tolls all at once. Now with a deadline, the new generation of shinobi, have to find a solution to the current crisis before the future becomes permanently changed.

"We don't even know how strong we are until we are forced to bring that hidden strength forward. In times of tragedy, of war, of necessity, people do amazing things. The human capacity for survival and renewal is awesome." -Isabel Allende

Sakura Haruno, or as known as by most, Detective Haruno. Known for her problem solving and bravery, she serves a big role in putting criminals to justice. Whether she stays in the office and thinks cases through, or plays hide and seek with criminals, she always succeeds. When she is given a major and dangerous case to solve, involving countless deaths by one man, it could be the hardest she has ever done. Blood, homicides, and blackmail was to become overlooked, as Sakura is faced with the man who started it all. This amazing and badass cover was made by the beloved @SleepyNinjaa

My bra and panties began to drift across my skin, being caused by this striking man. He slowly ripped it as my song played in the background, making the entire scene unexpectedly visionary. I felt his fingers drift across my bare back, causing goosebumps to form. He placed me unto his lap, squeezing my thighs and laying me against his chest. "This is how you're supposed to be treated." he lovingly whispered into my ear, biting it as he did. I shivered in his arms as my song "Speechless" boomed through the wireless speaker. He passed his hands against the sound system while kissing my lips willingly. "Shawn.." I moaned out, the first time that I've ever moaned someone's name like this, and I wasn't too sure if I was a good motivation. He smiled against my lips sliding his lips lower. It brushed against my chin, my chest and then my stomach. He most definitely knew what he was doing, and I loved every single bit of it. "Drive me crazy burning candles, making love all night,feel so strange it feels so crazy to be in your world- in your arms lost for words, you got me....." He laid in my arms, kissing me, and loving me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he laid his tongue against my neck. "I'm sorry that you've had to go through that." he groaned against my jaw line and I moaned against his ear. I scratched his back and allowed my mouth to open. My breath slowly drifted away from me as he slid inside, causing my breath to hitch. My entire body shook and this was when our story started. When he made me speechless.