This is the story of Kaycee Jones. From poor to rich. Cute to Glamorous, the things she did to get there and the Lies and secrets that are told. Are the rich really rich? or just peasants playing dress up? She's from the ghetto, ghetto (August Alsina voice). Read about Kaycee and how she worked her way in one of the most dangerous Gang (or should I say crew) when she started out as just a regular high-schooler. Cause she a boss like that, she's that girl.

Follow Jo and Brittany on their WD journey through Love, Lust, and Betrayal.

Compton, California. It was the only place in the world I knew best. I wasn’t what you called ‘rich’ or ‘wealthy’, but I damn sure wasn’t poor either. I had everything I ever needed all because of my sweet and loving grandma, Izzy. She was my angel who wouldn’t dare hurt a fly. But somebody thought it was okay to gun her down in front of her home; little did they know they just started World War III. *In the process of editing!

18 year old Harlem Dowins is sick of her family , her dumb ass dad, ungrateful mom, drug addict brother and anger issued sister are all driving her crazy. The only person she has is her one brother, who used to sell drugs. Then, he's gone too. Right before she leaves to go school in NY. Theres no way she can even think about graduating with all the things on her mind. But things change when she meets a boy name Trey who falls in love with her, she thought she was beginning to like him too until she meets Quan NYC's number one thug who she just so happen to fall in love with. What will happen when Harlem realizes the two boys are actually brothers who are apart of two different "business".

#1 Teen Fiction | #1 Young Adult | #1 Romance "We all need someone to drive us mad." - The Wombats. He stared arrogantly down at me, a smirk plastered across his face. I sneered up at him with distaste, wanting to wrap my fingers around his neck and strangle that smirk off of him. He brushed my golden hair from my face, his long, slender fingers sparking electricity in my skin, making my knees wobble together. "Will you ever, forgive me?" he whispered huskily, his eyes intently staring into mine. His face was only mere inches from me. I just needed to reach out a little further to kiss him... "Yeah. Over my dead body." I snapped, before throwing my arms out forcefully, shoving my hands into his chest, pushing him from me. -*-*-*- He, is Carter Williams. I, am Lacey Adams. We were once, inseparable. The 'Golden Couple'. The unbreakable best friends, that everybody envied. Nothing could get between us. A part from being tighter than white on rice, we updated our status from friends to being in a relationship, frequently. We were neighbours, which meant our families were all close and even co-owned houses around our town. This, all is, until the day of my sixteenth birthday. Everything changed. The loving relationship we shared, was severed and torn apart. I couldn't hardly stand to look at him any more, without spitting fire that is. Every day is torture being around him. He was in all my classes at school and the window in my room was even directly aligned with his. So, what happens? My mother's mum gets sick, so dad and her fly out. Just them. Leaving me to stay with Carter and his parents, who are never home. We would be alone. In one house. Under the same roof. If I was insane before, I have no idea what I am now. © 2016 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.

WARNING : It's not edited so read at your own risk!!!!!

My name is Jade Daniel and I'm 17 years old I am 5'6.People always think I'm big but in not I just got a big thighs and a big ASS.This is my last year in high school and I want someone one to make me feel love not hurt love.

Fate Hunt and Nayem Jacobs finally realize they are meant to be. But with everything that is to come will fate let them stay together?... Hmm maybe

A young Harlem Fisher lives in the city of Harlem. How cute huh? Well apparently that's the only thing cute about her. All her life Harlem hasn't really cared for others opinion of her yet they give it anyways. "Your to dark to be pretty!" , "You alright I mean for a dark girl that is." , "I date red bones." "Blacks girls are NOT Beautiful!" These are the kind of things she hears on a day to day basis. Growing up without a father to tell her she's pretty never bothered her but it sure would've helped. Will Harlem ever get her question answered? "Is her BLACK Beautiful?" Or is it one more thing she has to worry about?