Noel Reed was a 28 year old kindergarten teacher located in Atlanta, Georgia. Going through a rough separation begging and pleading to get divorced from her cheater of a husband she had a lot going on, one day a new student comes into her class room as shy as they come with the same name as hers . What happens when she meet this young students father ? Read more to find out ✨ Ari fletcher || Dave East

Everyone knew who he was and they all feared him. Except her. He had finally met his match in more ways that one.

Malani and Easton have always been friends for years. The opportunity never appeared for the two to become something more. Will that opportunity present itself now?Or will the two always be.....just friends.

𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 . #2 princess treatment 12/26 #4 ghetto 2/27

𝐋 𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐡 𝐱 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭. 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐡'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩, 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐚 𝐃𝐍𝐀 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲- 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝.

Book 2 in the Sins of the City series. ✯✯✯ In the great cosmic shit-show we call the justice system, there's the law... and then there's the counterweight. Forget Lady Justice, that blindfolded hack. She's just the statue out front. The real work, the greasing of the gears, that's done by a different kind of broad altogether. They've got a name for her: "The Dirty Lawyer". And let's be clear, they're not wrong. But to the six sons-of-bitches currently fertilizing a pine box forest, she's just Frank. See, Frankie operates on a different docket; a personal one: a list of names belonging to the pricks who turned her family into a memory. And she's been working her way down that list, real methodical-like. That was the plan, anyway. Then - he - had to show up and complicate the goddamn scenery. Hector Pierce. The society pages call him a businessman, a philanthropist. What they don't print is his real trade. The man is an artist whose medium is fear, and whose brush is a straight razor. The man has one rule: family. It's not a suggestion, it's a religion. So when a slick attorney with a death wish and a killer pair of legs starts sniffing around his family, she stops being a nuisance and becomes a problem. And Hector Pierce... he's a goddamn problem-solver. He looked her right in those two barrels of doom she calls eyes and promised to burn her world down to the foundation. And she should want to put a bullet right between his principled, stupidly gorgeous eyes. But his loyalty... that deep, caveman, "I'd-kill-for-my-blood" loyalty... it's a fucking distraction. To Hector, Frankie isn't just a threat. She's a lawyer who can argue a case on Monday and dispose of a body on Tuesday. Beautiful in a way that should be illegal. He's decided he's making her his. It's not a question of if, but a question of when the hell she would stop fighting him on it.