It all started out as a trip to Redstone for my 21st birthday party. But when I saw her, everything changed. The way we looked at each other, touched each other, I knew she was mine forever.

this story is about yn finding her true love which is prodigy. she met him at a concert. acutlly she met all of mb. but threw this story prod and yn have a big decision to make. they really have to chose carefully so they want get the other in trouble.©

Hi My name is Mia Fortune and I live with my grandmother my parents left me when o was young and never saw them again. Will I see them in the future? I started falling for this boy named August Alsina. Will he love her like she wants him too?

Just you and Prodigy! Let's see what can happen...

August Alsina

I Just Feel Complete When You're By My Side That's what i thought but but being loved by someone else made me think different .

At just 15, Kai'ceonna was forced out on her own to find a way for her and her daughter.

Just a bunch of stuff you went through as an African American child growing up (OR IF YOU GREW UP IN THE HOOD). This is not considered ESPECIALLY for black people, because there's like that small percentage of other races relating to these. But for now, I'm gonna say "Growing Up Black & in the Hood". I didn't make up ALL of these, but I made up most. I didn't automatically create it, I just thought of some I didn't see on the internet or on a #GrowingUpBlack thing and put them down. So ENJOY!

Phe-Phe has a past that not much people know about , she becomes a Kindergarten teacher and catches the eye of one of her student's father, which becomes dangerously endearing and quite pleasurable. But as they say, when you think people aren't noticing your dirty deeds, someone always is, like August, August Alsina that is. They hurt each other to a point where pain never hurts so good and they fall into a deep fiery abyss of Love and Passion, that is Intense and intoxicating beyond measures. Her prude, sheepish and vain attitude turns into clay has he shapes her over again, as if she were his canvas. No surrenders , no survivors, can lead a narrow path and people get trampled, stomping all over the endless garden which they lay in. [STORY CONTAINS GRAMMATICAL ERRORS--ALSO SEXUAL AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE FOR DEVELOPMENT AND DRAMA OF NOVEL FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY ,YOU HAVE BEEN INFORMED AND WARNED] ©2014 All Rights Reserved