Bad boy, good girl, cliche happily ever after ending right? Well, not with Melissa and Jionni. One boy is free to do whatever he wants, while the other is sheltered and has her every move watched by her parents. At Baton Rouge High School, "hood boy" Jionni and his friends aren't too fond of the only girl in school who has money, referring to her as a "silver spoon child." But after Jionni has a change of heart, he and the rich girl decides to keep it a secret that they hang out on a regular. After hanging out for some time, the two starts to find interests in things that they never bothered with before. Once their friends and family start to wonder why they're changing and acting out of character, they start to do their own secret investigation to find out what's REALLY happening with the two. It all goes down in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. ;)

Twenty-two year old Hazel K. Langston made a bad decision back when she was 16 years old. Thinking the decision wouldn't affect her in the future, Hazel kept the aftermath a secret. Little did she know, her bad decision came right back to her 6 years later.

Tameka Bryant's life has been one hell of a rollercoaster, and she's only 15! Her low self-esteem has made her avoid men and all the bullshít that comes with them. She keeps her head down and sticks to her books, the only thing she knows will help her in life. To Cali's resident bad boy Silas James, the streets are what raised him. But after his mother ships him 10,000 miles away to London, how will he deal with a street code foreign to his own? When Tameka meets Silas, something about him instinctively draws her in. But skeletons in Silas' past threaten to derail her destiny before it has even begun...

They say if someone hands you lemons, make lemonade. But me, if someone gives me lemons, I'll put them on my open scars to increase the pain. - Desta All Rights Reserved © To BrzyXLegend

"Phabi, you know I hate to write. Fuck, why do you think I dropped out of Highschool? But I made you a promise. I promised I'd do anything to make you happy. And if that means writing you a story then so be it. My little Edgar Allen Poe." I began reading his notebook. "If the lights shut off and it's my turn to settle down, my main concern. Promise that you will write about me." I wept, wetting up Chris' notebook as I let the rose fall on his casket. The day was too beautiful for such a sad occasion. But, if anything this will be fuel to my fire. I will write about you Chris. And it'll be a damn good book.