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The Art of Love di kensvelvetsycrt
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𝐼 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑐𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒. ✨𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑝𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠✨
Take My Hand (BWWM) (EDITING) di Royaltyproductions
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In life's toughest moments when you want to give up, always remember there is a light at the end of the tunnel
BLACKBiiRDS di kenn12
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"I call this one pain. And this lil one right here under his wing is suffering." "No offense, but...who the hell would wanna be reminded of pain and Suffering? If I was going to get something etched into my skin forever, I'd want something that would bring me joy." His grin bemused her. As if he expected her to contradict his moral logic. "True that, shorty. And I agree, no doubt. But who's to say my birds don't bring me joy?" Dumbfounded, Jett lifted her eyes from the silhouetted birds up to meet his tender gaze, stumped on how to answer his question. She shrugged with one arm, "Do they?" * * * Jett Jaletta has enough of her own problems. Unreliable family members that depend on her for everything, too many bills with not enough income. And a federal probation sentence that's held her hostage for the past three years. The last thing she needs is the drama that comes along with a handsome face, drama that could jeopardize everything she's working for - a liberating dance career. But Roman Carter isn't liable for the damage caused by his blessed good genes. As a matter of fact, his alluring appearance and its effect on the opposite sex is the furthest on his list of priorities. The recent murder of his only brother has left him unfocused, indignant, and irrevocably heartbroken. Well, he is focused on one thing...retribution. BlackBiirds is the intertwining story of two characters-who's deepest pains and struggles happen to be caused by the other person. Ironically, surrounding situations, dangerous rivals, and even their own family members cause these two to become tangled in ways they can't escape from. * * * BLACKBiiRDS is the rewritten, reworked 2.0 version of its former draft: Souled Out.
we flourish from notorious passion. di SLUTGUTS
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we're dimes stuck in time (an exotic tale)
Waiting For Perfection di intricatee
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In which a girl deals with the pain of not being good enough for everyone around her and not knowing that perfection comes from the imperfect.
a l o n e. di itsKeria
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James (Chris Brown Cameo) and his five year old daughter Joy are homeless. After waking up to his car being repossessed his life turns.... for better or for worse? a/n: Don't let the number of the parts scare you. They are very readable and short!
Unapologetic • Luke Kuechly & Cam Newton Love Triangle di FreakAndGeek_
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Ana di Wintersdancer
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Life as a child was amazing. Your weight didn't matter. Your clothes didn't matter. Your parents money didn't matter. All that mattered was who you were going to play with, but that's all gone now. My sister hates me, my mom has no time for me, and my dad, well he left me. My life has been one whirlwind after another. Except I'm content with it, till it all comes crashing down. Every television, billboard, and magazine is covered with models. Models that are supposed to be role models, for us. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect life. I have none of those things. All my life I've never cared that I was over weight, and didn't wear makeup. Who knew a boy could change all of that? That's when I decided to starve myself, force myself to look like the girls in the magazines. Who knew all I was doing was slowly killing myself? Life likes to play games, except my game is called Ana and I don't think I will survive. (unedited) Cover by: MadHatter_25