Sydelle's Choice. Sydelle knows how to survive. She survived heartbreak. She survived single motherhood. She survived loving a man who never learned how to stay. But surviving isn't the same as being chosen. When a quiet, intentional man with steady eyes and dangerous patience enters her life, Sydelle is forced to confront a question she's avoided for years: Do you go back to the love that feels familiar... Or forward to the love that feels safe? Between rooftop jazz nights, sacred friendships, co-parenting tensions, and the kind of chemistry that makes your chest ache, Sydelle has to decide what she deserves. Because this time, it's not about who loves her. It's about who she chooses.

#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.

{Book One} Morgan, a regular normal teenage girl in high school. DeVanté, that sexy light skin of Jodeci. Despite being judged because of age difference, Morgan and DeVanté fall in love. Will they fall in love for the better, or for the worse? Read this story full of drama and secrets to find out what happens when these two souls cross paths. Enjoy! ✨ - status: slowly being edited © Copyrighted 2016 by MalaijahSanaa

📢📢📢If you're under the age of 18, this book ain't for you! 📢📢📢 A woman is on the rise of becoming a successful woman, and a native of a poor Midwestern city. Donald DeGrate Junior is a successful musician and producer from Virginia. They each go through their own trials and tribulations. Childhood trauma... Adulthood trauma... Disorders... Egos... Stigmas... Rumors... LIES... Betrayal... The industry... Different careers, but still manage to cross paths. If you want to know more, read more... The book gets better as you go because I didn't think I'd get past writing chapter eight at the time. 🤷🏽‍♀️ This book is my first draft, and my first serious book, so please excuse ANY errors. WARNING: IF YOU'RE SOMEONE WHO IS EASILY OFFENDED, THIS AIN'T FOR YOU! Many things in book may offend people. If it does offend, then go somewhere else. SIMPLE! 🤷🏽‍♀️ I'm not here to stroke NOBODY'S EGO or write what YOU want me to WRITE. MY story, MY way... PERIOD, POINT-BLANK! There also may be some language used that some people may be offended by. You either like it or don't... Like 50 Cent and The Game said, "HATE it or LOVE!" NOTE: DeVante/Donald is not crazy in this story! This is PURE FICTION! I DON'T believe the false fabrications of the group or DeVanté. This book is for entertainment purposes only. This is a 90's & 2000's story. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CLAIM ANY RIGHTS TO THE MUSIC, PHOTOS, OR MOVIES/SHOWS MENTIONED OR SHOWN IN THIS BOOK. DEFAMATION OF CHARACTER IS NOT INTENDED TO HARM REAL PEOPLE MENTIONED IN THIS STORY. ALL WRITING RIGHTS ARE RESERVED TO THE WRITER. NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO USE THIS IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. Start date: August 6, 2020 End date: October 27, 2021

❝𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴.❞

𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒, 𝑔𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑢𝑧 𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘.

𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲, 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗻𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴; 𝘂𝗻𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲. 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸, 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲. ☯︎︎ ℗ ; 𝙹𝙰𝙽𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈-𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈-𝙾𝙽𝙴.

ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ , sᴏ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ . sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 2020 . ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴊᴜʟʏ 2020 .

𝖨𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝖨 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 , 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚.