©Copyright @MrsChocoBeast ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. DO NOT COPY ANY OF THIS INFORMATION IN ANY TYPE OF FORM. NOTHING MAY BE REPRODUCED. IF SO, YOU WILL BE CHARGED. THIS BOOK CONTAIN STRONG LANGUAGE, SLANG, RATED-R SENCE AND VIVID WORDS. PLEASE TAKE CAUTION. MUST FOLLOW TO READ MY BOOK. Ebony Wattson Just Turned 18 Years Old. She's Now An Adult In The World. She Doesn't Have To Hold Her Mothers Hand anymore. Ebony Have A Long Life Ahead Of Her. She Has Secrets To Tell. Ebony Is What You Call An Undercover Freak, More Like A THOT! Ebony Received A Gift From Her Auntie And That One Gift Is Where She Keeps All Her Secrets. Ebony Writes Her Secrets And Lies Away. From The Beginning Of Her Freak Life To The Present Of Where Shes At Now In Life. Her Diary Will Reveal All Types Of Secrets, Lies And Creep Things. Ebony Is The Bad Bitch That Doesn't Care About No Body Else But Herself. Ebony Do Have A Heart Though. Take A Trip Down Freak Nasty Lane To See How Ebony Freak Life All Begins And Ends.

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Brooke is a hardheaded, blunt, champion boxer who hasn't lost a fight and doesn't take no for an answer. when her Bestfriend Evanley brings her to a BDSM club things end turning out wrong. she meets billionaire club owner who's looking for a new sub. will she submit to him? or will he give up everything to submit to her? Don't copy my books!! EXCERPT below!!! I smooth my hands over my dress. He's wearing a black suit with a black tie. He looks... nice... or whatever. Him eye-fucking me is really starting to get under my skin. I grab my backpack that's at the bottom of the stage, I don't plan in staying in these clothes but I'll wear them until I can get a chance to change. I narrow my eyes and approach him in a cautious but bitter manor. He gets the picture because he plasters a triumph smirk on his face. That fucker. "What are you doing here leach" my words are like acid hopefully hinting that I don't want him to be here. "I can't get a hello from my date? You look beautiful" his eyes roam up and down my body and I stiffen. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I swallow the lump in my throat. I agree I do look nice. I'm wearing a cream colored dress that's open in the back. There's a thigh high split that's a little too far up for my liking but its fine. I put my hair up in a ponytail but it looks nice I guess. "So where are we doing this?" I question, ready to get this thing over with. "Dinner sounds good to me, ready baby?" he stretches out his hand which I reluctantly take. He pulls me to him and snakes his hand around my back to clasp my waist. "Your skin is so soft love" he purrs in my ear. "I'm not your baby I'm not your love or whatever other cute names you want to call me, and keep the touching to a minimal" he chuckles and leads me out side to a black Porsche that's waiting for him. So he's got money. I can see where the cockiness comes from.