"Get out of there, Reagan! That bitch could be trying to kill you!" I heard in my ear, but of course I ignored. I found this intriguing. He was bowing down to me, Domonique was stepping to my family's level and it made me smirk in the inside because I enjoyed a challenge. "Yes, it's Reagan and I'm pretty sure you know I didn't come here to discuss the drowsy pictures hanging up around this pissy restaurant nor am I hear to discuss me." He sniled, but I wasn't finished yet as I crossed my hands and my legs at his perfect smile. The lights were bright in the room and it only helped to convey his emotions for me right now and that smile. "My family and I wanted everything to be crystal between us, good, but since your family would like to threaten to take our territory, you can fucking die trying." I was about to stand up as he grasped my leg under the table while taking a sip of wine from his glass with his other hand. "Don't make thre--" I smiled, as he let go of my leg. I reached my face over the table, up in his face. "We don't make threats, we make promises." He smiled, and grabbed onto my chin. I looked into his eyes, as we sat toe to toe, head to head, and lips to lips. "Prove it, baby." ------ After losing her older brother, her only true guidance in life, Reagan Rose is stuck trying to figure who killed her brother mercilessly in the streets, but with everyone around her being the enemy, it's gonna be hard figuring out who the true killer is athand. Domonic Phillips, with a bad childhood, and troubled mind, he finds hisself in a world of trouble and has to face his demons once he makes one fatal decision. Completed and Copyrighted.

Those butterflies you feel in your stomach comes from me, but you fail to realize it because you're selfish. You deny that you want me, but I know that you do. You smile the pain away, but I see right through it. You're broken, but you refuse to show it. Why? Because you, my love, are selfish.

{BOOK #1} "He seemed like a big mystery, just waiting to be figured out..."

{BOOK #2} of Boy Interrupted Chris and Jade reunite after three years, but now he's engaged to be married..

The au where the only thing that was keeping him sane was her melanin.

Jamie-Lee Williams did just what her parents wanted: she engaged a Harvard grad, had a baby, and moved into a house in a safe neighborhood. She didn't get that good of a job, but her rich fiancée Edwin made up for it. But what happens when that stability all comes crashing down? Jamie won't be able to manage, of course, but money is not the problem. The real issue is finding out why her life was destroyed. She'll soon find out, though, that one fateful night is the reason why her world turned upside down. The only way she can turn it back is with the help of a knight in not-so-shining armor, Joey. Learning to trust him won't be easy, but one man's trash is another man's treasure.

Even though you crossed my mind, I knew you wouldn't cross that door.

Of course, there were laughs. That’s probably all we did together—laugh, have fun, just live. That was what I planned on doing for the rest of my life, and I planned on doing it with you. But you shattered that dream. You broke your promise, and you left. You crawled up out of the hole that we had both been stuck in. The hole was fun with you. But now that I’m in it alone, it’s dark and scary and full of despair. The worst part is that I can’t even just lie down and forget about everything. I see you, living your life. Laughing, having fun, just living. And you’re doing it with everyone else. Another girl would just curl up and die. But sweet, blissful death is taking a bit too long for my taste. So what will I do now? I’ll shatter the Earth like you shattered my dream. And you will feel it. And I will find you.

I'm the type of girl who's scared to stand up for herself, afraid of what would happen if I do. I'm the type of girl who let people disrespect her and let people talk to her any kind of way they want. I'm the type of girl everyone basically hates. My own mother told me she wished she hadn't given birth to me, she wished she had killed me instead. I'm always getting hurt-not that I'm not used to it. I never do anything, but why would I? Like I've always been told, and like I believe, I'm just a weak girl anyway. But, once I met him...