The Sequel to Mend Me ♥

:Cover created by Cyberalias: Sexy ass boyfriend? Um check. Down ass bestie? Um check check. Druggie brother/Alcoholic father/Post preggo sister? Definite check. A seventeen year old black girl living in the hood? Yeah that's definitely Roshni. At the surface her life is bearable but when one drama-filled day creates a domino effect it leaves Roshni questioning just how horrible her life really is. And is there a way to make it better?

Ava Ramirez thought her life couldn't get any worse after managing to get deported from Japan but it does when she finds out she is getting sent back to America and to a life she thought she had left behind for good. If there is one thing Ava hates its being underestimated and when she meets notorious bad boy Gabriel O'Connell patience isn't the only thing being tested. Gabriel O'Connell loves to make people's lives hell, so when Ava manages to find her way on his list of people to torment he is in for a surprise of his own. With old problems resurfacing and a father who walked out on her, Gabriel isn't the only issue Ava has to deal with. Its fire fighting fire and Ava is here to make their jaws drop and prove their words wrong, especially Gabriel's. #16 Humor

"Its a known fact the dark skinned girl never gets to drive off into the sunset with the hot guy." Hugo juggled the keys in his hands walking to the driver's side. "Who says?" "The world." "Well did the world ever get to tell you- driving into the sunset with the hot guy is so overrated. They never show you the end of the road- the part were they may or may not have crashed and burned. I mean I would prefer sitting in a convertible on a hot summer day- a plate of Rockies between us- sipping ice tea watching the sunset, to me that's a better gauge of reality... but I guess we could always do like the movies just this once." I smiled and he smiled slipping on his shades. We were on a long journey to discover beauty as Hugo put it. Now its the only thing I look forward to as I sat in his shiny blue convertible mustang, the wind greeting us like long lost friends, the sun burning brighter than ever and I relishing, relaxing and resting my favourite grey Docs on the dashboard looking at Hugo's unique and exquisite features through our matching RayBans whilst he drove. These were the kind of days that I have come to deeply and truly admire. ---- A story about Beauty "As long as you live outer beauty will never sustain you." © copyright 20 march 2014- suckerforfictions

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

Russian heiress Tatiana Rostova thought that her 'happily ever after' would be with her beloved fiance. However, the people she cared about most betrayed her and left her dying. Saved by a handsome Italian duke, a plan of revenge blooms. ******* Tatiana Rostova took upon herself to seek revenge on the two people she loved the most after their betrayal left her half-dead, even if it meant she had to sell herself to the devil-especially since the devil is in the form of the handsome six-foot-two, silver-eyed Italian duke named Lucca Cavelli. This wallflower vowed to take everything that is rightfully hers. But in the process of her revenge, will she be willing to risk her heart again? Cover designed by Ren Tachibana

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]