He clenched his jaw, " Ephesian-" " You left me, remember?! You left me!" " I NEVER FUCKIN LEFT YOU, AIGH?! IM STILL FUCKIN HERE!" " NO THE FUCK YOU'RE NOT, ADONIS! YOU HAVENT BEEN HERE FOR ME FOR FUCKIN WEEKS! ALL THOSE TIMES I FUCKIN CALLED YOU, YOU WERENT THERE! WHEN I DIDNT EAT FOR THREE FUCKIN DAYS, YOU WERENT THERE! WHEN I HAD TO DEAL WITH MY BROTHER'S CONSTANT BULLSHIT, YOU WERENT THERE! YOU LEFT ME WITHOUT A FUCKIN EXPLANATION!" " THE FUCK YOU WANT ME TO DO?! HUH?! I CANT CHANGE WHAT THE FUCK I DID, IMANI! I CANT MAKE YOU CHANGE YA MIND ABOUT ME! SO WHAT THE HELL YOU WANT ME TO DO?!" He screamed in my face. I groan angrily, whirling around I speed walked to the front door. I hear the door slam open widely, then Adonis's voice in the background. " IMANI!" I stop in the middle of the road, " WHAT?!" " WHERE THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU GOIN?!" I turn back around, stomping in the direction of the empty parking lot. " AWAY FROM YOU! AWAY FROM EVERYTHING! I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS BULLSHIT!" _________________________ Sequel to ' Hating Miguel' * previously known as Loving Ephesian *

He licks his lips, staring at me in the mirror. "You cut my shit right I'll pay you two bands, if not den I'm not payin." " Three bands, for doubting me and for being an ass. If I fuck up, I'll pay you for wasting your time." I added, putting my own spin on the deal. He shook his head, lifting his head lazily, " Nah, that's not how this works sweetheart. I made you a deal, and I don't negotiate eitha." I chuckled, grabbing my hair tie and putting my locs in a ponytail. " Then I guess you better find another shop to do your hair," He sighed, " You real stubborn, you know that?" I crossed my arms, " No, I just put money where my mouth is. Maybe you should do the same,"

He scoffed, " Ion even be wanting to argue wit you, you just like starting shit." I scrunched up my nose, " Me? Half of the time you're the one starting stuff. It's always you, Miguel." He says nothing, only looking at me as if I had six heads. Sighing Frustratingly, I throw my hands up. " You know what? Forget it." I said, chuckling bitterly. I grab Eudora's jacket from the chair, but he grabbed my wrist. I narrowed my eyes at him. " Let go," I demanded. He shook his head, standing up to his full height. " No, you not goin anywhere." He says in a low voice. " Why? I'm trying to have a conversation with you but it's clear that I'm taking up your time, so I'm done. The only reason I wanted to talk was for the sake of the kids, but you know what? You can go to hell. I can't even believe I agreed to this damn play date anyway, Now let me go." I snapped, pulling at my wrist again. " We not done until I say we are," Miguel said calmly, keeping a firm grip on my wrist. Before I could control myself, My hand reached up and slapped him across the face, the noise echoing off the walls. " Fuck you," I spat. _____________________________________ Previously known as " Take a shot for me" Written in 2022.

" That's not fair and you know it," He gritted, " You're not the only one who blames themselves for his death." " He's dead because of me, Exodus!" I yelled before I could even stop myself, " It should've been me laying in the fucking casket, not him! If he hadn't stepped in front of me he would still be here!" " And you think I could live with myself if that happened?! You think I could even stomach the fucking thought of seeing you in a coffin?!" He yells through the door, " I wouldn't fucking forgive myself if anything ever happened to you! Hell I spent all of my fucking teenage years trying to search for you and I was praying to God ever single fucking day that you were alive, Selah!" " That was your decision to look for me!" I argued back, " I never wanted to be found! I never asked you to show up and remind me that I still have so much fucking healing to do!" " And I never wanted you to leave!" Exodus hissed, yet I could hear the betrayal in his tone. __________ In which childhood friends Exodus Kane and Selah Claire reconnect after fourteen years of no contact since her brother's death. ( * LOTS OF SEX SCENES* )

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

"C-Colonel, I-" I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. The words caught in my throat, my mind a chaotic swirl of emotions and memories. "That's not my name, princess," he interrupted, his voice a dangerous murmur that sent a shiver down my spine. He lifted his hand, gently tracing the tip of the gun along my jawline. The cold metal contrasted sharply with the burning heat of his proximity, making me shudder. His eyes bore into mine, the manic gleam in them unwavering. The way he held the gun, almost tenderly against my skin, was both a warning and seductive. The tension between us was palpable, an electric current that crackled in the air. "You know better than to call me that," he continued, his tone a mix of reprimand and dark amusement. Shakir cocked his head to the side, his eyes narrowing slightly. " Or do I need to remind you?" __________________ Nataliya Niang, a world renowned psychologist, loves to help those in need. Firmly believing in her ability to establish positive relationships and supporting her patients, her life was based on the foundations of kindness, compassion, and empathy. Colonel Shakir Walker, the leader of the black operations unit, is all but a gambler of death. His blood lust extends beyond comprehension, as bodies are left in distress with each path that he crosses. After embarking on a failed mission and witnessing the deaths of his comrades, he is sentenced to eight months of probation, as well as attending therapy sessions at The Mindful Wellness Center. When fate brings Nataliya and Shakir together, their worlds collide in unexpected ways. A chaos of torn souls navigating through love, lust, and betrayal. ( DON'T COPYRIGHT MY STORY )