"Let me get yo' number." I said and he looked back at me with surprise. "Why? You gay?" He asked and I laughed. "Nigga, you my new studio person. I want to stay in contact," I explained and he nodded. "Oh. Cause I could've sworn you were flirtin' wit' me." He muttered and I grinned. "Don't take it to heart, I jus' be bored," I said and he typed in his number. "Well, don't joke wit' me cause I'm really like that." We made eye contact again and a smirk gifted my lips. "Mm," I licked my lips and he bit his. "Bye Tariq. I'll save your number as asshole." He went back to his computer. "And I'll save yours as big ass," he laughed. "See, you provin' my point. Bye." He waved good-bye at me. Asshole: Goodnight ____ It's a lil lame ik buttt Read to find out more !😝😙 Trigger warnings inside the book

"Explain to me why this not right baby, please." "Nyzir I'm not suppose to feel this way about you."

"I'll text you.." She said as they pulled away. "Yeah ight. You better." They walked inside the cafeteria together but went separate ways. Anija walked back up to where Kema and Kam were sitting with a goofy smile. "Look at her, happy as hell she got her nigga back.." Kam tapped Kema's knee so she could look up. Anija laughed as she sat back down next to them. "That's my boo forreal.." typical (not so typical) highschool love story 💖

"𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦...𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞."

"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

Who knew one interaction could change everything.

Many people think I'm dumb, scary, or grimy. But I don't care what yall think. Yall witnessed what I went through with my babydaddy, Massiah, as a single mom only trying to keep my daughter out of danger. Yall saw how he somewhat tried to control my life. Same as he always came for me when I needed saving, even if I hated depending on him to save me. It was hard for me, but eventually he gave me no choice but to be okay with that and to be able to stand on my own two feet without needing someone to save me all the time. Not only that, but he soon managed to get me tied into his game. Everything you're about to witness is what happened two years after I gave birth to Ermes.

Stormi. She is her name. Her mother never thought she'd grow up being the complete opposite of her. Her father always made sure no one could play with her. Her uncle and cousin protect her. Her brother rides for her. Her best friend makes her soft. She had everything, but she felt like something was missing. Something or someone to calm her and bring the best of her out.

chyy ion even know 🤣🤷🏽‍♀️ just know they gone stick beside each other

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