"ALRIGHT THEN, YOU THINK YOU GOT BALLS!" He yelled my skin was boiling hot as I tightened my grip around the gun. "Do it, lil mother fucker!" He screamed taking a step forward. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! **Click** **Click**

HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO TO SURVIVE?

"It's like there's something wrong with me, like I'm broken in a way that no one can love. I keep wondering if it's my fault, if I'm the reason they all left. Maybe I'm just too hard to love, or maybe no one ever really meant it when they said they cared. What am I still doing here? Why do I keep going when it feels like there's nothing left for me?" Honey choked on her words...

When star athlete, DeAndre Parker clashes with a tough no-nonsense female classmate, he quickly learns that unlike basketball, there's no playin' hard in the game of love.

❝ Don't ever let someone make you feel like you're crazy for wanting something you deserve . ❞- ᴍᴀʏ 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶 . Started: May 23, 2020. Completed:

"𝗔𝗶𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 , 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿." 𝗦𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟬.

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"Wait!" Stephen called and I puffed out a breath. I stopped but didn't face him, weighing out my options. I could keep going and head home or I could hear him out. Heavy foot steps were heard behind me until I felt a hand on my waist, whipping me around. His apple green eyes scanning me. "I want coffee" he leaned down whispering in my ear. 'Yeah! And I want your head buried between my legs!!' I thought to myself, looking at him like he was half crazy. Is he confused? "Well Steph I'm sure they have coffee here somewhere. I mean it is a grocery store..." I dryly told him. "No, you're misunderstanding me." He pulled my body closer, wrapping both warm arms around my waist. Everything felt right about what was happening, I felt safe in his embrace. His hold was inviting, strong, and protective. Felt like, home. "I want coffee at your kitchen table, after I've explored ever fucking inch of your body.."He kissed my neck so my eyes fluttered shut. Was this real? Did I hear him correctly? "Do you understand?" Stephen asked brushing a calloused thumb over my bottom lip. "Regular or Decaf?" I spoke breathlessly. This man is going to be the death of me. Stephen is just a postman in an over privileged neighborhood.

Amour was a young lady from around the way. Shes been around the hood her whole life. She never gives these boys chances so they always assume she's stuck up. One comes along and tries to see what's she's stuck up over. No pictures used in this story is mine they belong to people in the photos.

"You could tell me you love me a million times over, but them words don't hold no weight in my heart till you show me. Show me you love me, and you can have all of me." cover by: @britxcvi