16 year old Mariah is an A honor roll student. She's a good daughter to her mom and never a mean person to anyway. What happens when she decided to walk home after school by herself and gets kidnapped.

BOOK 2 *READ 'HIS LIL BABY' FIRST*

The Henderson family is back! Through all the struggles will they still manage to be a perfect family? Will King and Monica put there differences aside and be together? Questions still need to answered! Read and find out all the answers. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T READ "DOPE BOY AMBITIONS"

When August's rise to fame tests his relationship with his girlfriend of three years.

16 year old Monica Monroe and her twin sister Yonica are currently living in an orphanage due to there parents giving them away at birth. One day one of the twins get adopted leaving the other twin behind. The twin fumbles upon a dope boy with a lot of ambitions and gets caught up into some trouble and a love trap. Years and years past will the twin ever cross paths again?

A Girl Who Has A Crush A High School Jock Named August Alsina

[SEXUAL CONTENT AND PROFANITY WILL BE USED IN THIS BOOK] commenttttt give me yall feedback//still under construction ------------------------------------ Jadah is a average teenager her life is going decent until she falls for a man 4 years older than her and her life immediately starts to go downhill.She deals with fake friends,betrayal,and surprises left and right.Also having to deal with school all at the same time.How will everything go for her? Will she be able to break the fetish she have for her thug? Find out in the book;Thug fetish!

Twenty-two year old Belinda Bureau, a young woman from Chicago, is kidnapped. When she is awakened, her whole life does a 180 once she finds out she is now an escort and lives with thirty other women in a mansion. The man who took her will soon regret it, but will she find a way out or will she end up falling for him? UrbanTai™ Copyright© All Rights Reserved®I Inspired by LexTheAuthor

I love sex. I am addicted to it. I love to watch porn, read books about it, and even hear about it. I love the sensation that runs through my body from just thinking about it and I love the feeling of my soaked panties. Problem is, I have never ever had sex. Unbelievable right? Here I am addicted to something that I never had before but I can't help it. I don't even know what an orgasm feels like but here I am fantasizing about it. I even write up little stories about when I get my virginity taking. Some people might think I'm weird but believe me I'm not. I just really, really love sex.... Even though i am a virgin. Okay maybe I do have a problem.

A Vanity Fair writer does what it takes to get the biggest scoop! Written for Cosmopolitan.com's 50 Shades of Grey contest! ~My heart slowed down when we got to his high-rise. I didn't ask questions. I didn't wonder why we were here and not my apartment. Maybe because they'd be stupid questions. Maybe the answer was obvious but my eyes were too muddled to see. But I didn't care. I welcomed the vast black, marble floor of his apartment; I welcomed the hearth where a picture frame of his family sat upon the mantle; I welcomed the plush, dark sofa that accepted my frail, shaking body as I sank into it. I welcomed the floor to ceiling uninterrupted window view, where on a cold, dark, night like this one, the universe graced me with a blanket of twinkling stars and a moon so pure, so rich, so beaming with tranquil light, the soft rays ebbed with a certain serenity only dreams could conjure. "Here," Christian said and handed me an icy can of carbonated lemonade. "I don't want it," I said, monotone. He pushed my hand away. "It'll take the edge off. Just drink." I gave in. I didn't want to fight any more tonight. I took one sip, then two, then three. On the third, I brought the fluffy, grey blanket over my head when I burst out crying. I sniffed, trying to contain myself. Christian pulled the blanket back, but I covered my face with the open palms of my hand. He chuckled lowly. "Don't hide." "I'm sorry," I wailed, tears rushed out like a waterfall. "I'm trying to stop." "Don't. Let it out." "Ugh," I scoffed. "Don't look at me." I turned my head to avoid his gaze. "Why?" "I must look like a rodent, right now." He cackled bubbly. "You look beautiful." He placed a finger underneath my chin and turned my face to face him. "Look at that-" he pushed away strands of hair that stuck to my cheek with my tears as adhesive. His fingers delicately stroking my jawline, the sensation so calming I closed my eyes- "Beautiful."~ Enter if you dare...