Copyright © 2014 All Copy Rights Reserved Warning: Contains explicit sexual content for mature audiences only. A/N: THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY BEING EDITED. Milyon Carter's life has been nothing but hell for her. She witnessed both of her parents lives be taken, and practically lost her life in a burning house. But luckily, she and her brother, Maceon Carter, made it out of the flames, barely bruised. They'd survived, and were eventually separated from each other, being swallowed up by the foster care system. Maceon ran away from the first home he was placed in and never looked back, he life in the streets began at a very young age, with no one to guide him but the voice of his dead father. Maceon had no idea where his sister was, but he didn't know that she was closer than he thought. Milyon has grown into her own now, at the fresh age of seventeen, she was placed in a group home. She gained one friend, Shy'Andrea, who eventually became her right-hand, ace, and sister. They decided that they were going to run, fuck the foster care system, they were damn near grown. So, they ran with no intentions of returning, they roamed the streets, homeless and penniless, until they approached by someone offering them fast money, they realized that they had no other choice and excepted his offer. Did they make the right decision? Will Mily find her brother? Will someone be her savior?

AWKWARD MOMENT #101 BOOK

Lets us take a journey together through moments we all know too well XD cover by the talented: @-verdant- Highest ranking: #23 16/04/2016

Just a bunch of awkward moments :3 Some crude humor, with lack of cursing. Enjoy everyone.

Awkward moments

"Stop being so innocent! It's boring." Harry mocked me. "And how am I supposed to do that?" All playfulness from his face has disappeared. "Let me teach you." At first, my thought was no. An immediate no. I've known Harry my whole life, this would be weird, but i'm tired of being mocked about my innocence. "Fine..." I whispered crossing my arms across my chest. My foot began tapping, a habit I picked up from my mother. "I'll do it, but you can't tell anyone." My finger pointing at him like a mother would do scolding a child. "No one has to know. Not a soul." He leaned further into me, forcefully gripping my hips pushing me against his bedroom wall.