Love. A four letter word that can be described in so many ways. It always seem like a never ending emotional roller coaster. Heartache after heartache, the constant pain in my chest as if all the oxygen in my body has been sucked away. Love. A four letter word. Love, a word he made me feel. A special kind of love, something I needed. A love like this. THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT: FOUL LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE AND TRIGGERS

"You see how we connect baby, this ain't coincidental" Victoria Monet Rhyan is a twenty seven year old who had lost herself due to a past relationship and trauma. Unable to live her life the way she wants she is introduced to Nasir, a thirty one year old who has plans to help Rhyan unlock a side of her that she never knew existed. Join Rhyan as she taken on an emotional and sexual rollercoaster, would Nasir be able to help her find herself ? Stay tuned to find out.

He needed her like a moth craved to be near a flame. She was the purest thing in his world of sin. Will she be able to bring him to the light or will darkness consume them both.

Sometimes we can let our anger get the best of us ruining opportunities, friendships, family dynamics and- Love Will Klay be able to be the storm to bring down Chanel's fire?

"It's Love & Basketball Baby" <3

It was three years ago. They never expected to see each other again. Can you really blame him? Can you really blame her? Even after everything. There's still no regrets.

CAUTION CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. "Say it, Allison," he said, his voice low as he trapped me against the rough wall. A shiver ran down my spine, his voice pulling at me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asked. I shook my head, afraid my voice might betray me. His teeth lightly grazed my neck causing a sigh to get past my lips. I could feel him smile against my skin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted one way or another. I tried to slip away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them down tightly. He pressed his hard body against me. I was aware of every inch of him that was touching me. "Don't think you can just leave. We're not done yet." My stomach tightened at his words, the desire inside burning for him. My damn body at war with my mind yet again. He slid his hand up to the edge of my shorts, slowly working it's way up as his mouth trailed small nips from my neck to my collar bone and lower, stopping only when he reached the fabric. I could feel my resolve weakening as his hand reached its destination. "Say it," he demanded. I moaned, my head tipping back as he moved expertly. I wanted to say it then, I really did. But if I said the words, there was no going back. ***************** Allison Cole has just turned seventeen. Most girls would be excited, but she doesn't see it as anything special. She can now find her mate, wherever he is. But she doesn't put much stock in mates or true love. How could something like that be predetermined? Things only go from bad to worse when on that very day she discovers who her mate actually is. Will Allison be able to overcome her bleak thoughts about mates and accept hers? Or is the man bad enough to make her run away? Caught between her body, her mind, and what's best for her pack. Allison must make her decision. Is it worth it?