"Feels so good being bad. There's no way I'm turning back. Now the pain is for pleasure cause nothing can measure. Love is great, love is fine, out the box, out of line. The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more cause I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it."

A promise. It seems like the simplest thing in the world to keep. But so often, they're broken, empty and hollow. They seem like the easiest thing in the world to believe, but after the words are left out to bleed, after they leave you waiting and wanting, after all the emptiness and hollow words-how are you going to believe the one who actually say what they mean?

Your basic love story between a girl in the hood, and a boy who got out...or is it? Yara is your typical hoodrat with a twist. Without much of a life ahead of her, she thinks her part time job and running the streets is all there is to life until she meets Rashad. Rashad had looks, money, a nice car, everything that a hood rat saw in a man. Yara was fairly easy to get, but it was a challenge to get her to stay.

K'Ari is forced to move back to New York with her grandma after being kicked out by her mother and step father. She soon meets her neighbor, Dave.

Book 3 of the Girl Next Door series. Ja'lynn and Jakobi are now all grown up.. The 3rd generation.

Book 4 of the Girl Next Door series. "Victim of heart break and I'm so damaged." -Youngboy

Justice is a runaway and has spent most of her life out on the streets, scrounging for money and food until she's taken in by Dominic, a prime Drug Lord in New Orleans. Since she was 13 he and his wife have cared for her like one of their own daughters. Growing up wasn't easy for Justice. She always felt like she didn't belong in the family, even though they treated her with open arms. She grew up along side Dominic's youngest daughter and they've been best friend's since Dominic took her in. Justice has been living her some what peaceful life up until now. Since Dominic's youngest daughter just turned 20 she's left the nest, leaving Justice alone. Once Justice turns 20 she's out, to face the world on her own. So, she ventures out to find a legal life but is continuously pulled back into the rough streets of New Orleans, noticing herself falling back into the same position she was in before Dominic takes her in, scrounging for everything no matter what the cost is. Will she be able to find a legal life of her own with problems back at home, facing her real Mother, and encountering the new, manipulating and attractive up and coming Drug Lord who's looking to steal Dominic's thrown all within the 31 Days of August?

This is the sequel, well an alternate ending, to the story 31 Days of August (D.O.A).

"Everybody's at war with different things, I'm at war with my own heart sometimes." - Tupac Shakur. ******************* August Anthony Alsina or 'LIFE' as he is known by around the streets, is a cold hearted drug dealer, King pin to be exact. Everybody & they mama is scared of him. Kailani Evans or 'Kay' is a somewhat shy girl, what'll happen when the two cross paths one day? Read to find out. An August Alsina FanFic.

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.