"𝚃𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐." Read how two lost souls come together and save each other, fixing what was once broken.

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

"I'll text you.." She said as they pulled away. "Yeah ight. You better." They walked inside the cafeteria together but went separate ways. Anija walked back up to where Kema and Kam were sitting with a goofy smile. "Look at her, happy as hell she got her nigga back.." Kam tapped Kema's knee so she could look up. Anija laughed as she sat back down next to them. "That's my boo forreal.." typical (not so typical) highschool love story 💖

"Sonder - noun. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own - populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness - an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you'll never know existed, in which you might appear only once." - The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows This story will take you on down a path you least expect.

#1 𝙠𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙘 - .. "Heard you gang" I replied and Kay had same the reaction as Camrin when I called his lil annoying ass gang. "Ain't nobody ya fucking gang Leilani" he smacked his lips and let go of my hand. "Why you letting go?" I put our hands back together cause his shits is mad soft, "plus how you not gang? Cause you ain't bae either" I shrugged but I was lowkey crying inside he posed to be my bae. Wait- this nigga was already my bae but he just need to make it official. "On some real shit I would make ya ass wifey but ya ass is mad dayroom" he admitted but now he got me fucked up. My head tilted to the side and mouth agape. "Nigga how the fuck am I dayroom?" The blanket slightly fell off my shoulders from me moving into a nice comfortable sitting position so I could hear the shit that bouta come outta his mouth. "You don't see how you be acting once a sip of liquor enter your system? Me personally if I had a girl Ion want her acting like that on the internet. Not gon lie" he shrugged and I kept my blank stare and squinted eyes.

𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

Kiss me.

"back from the dead lost in the head i need help".

She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses. He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him. She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower. Passionate. SADITIFIED.

During yet another very dry and bleak holiday season, Simone Evans, a high school English teacher, finds herself in the most unlikely friendship with Jordan Jackson- an ex con. **Mature Content** More mature chapters will be marked with a (⚠︎︎) before the chapter name ********** This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. I do not own any media content in this book. Started: November 13, 2021 Completed: January 6, 2022