*Disclaimer: This is one of my first stories, so it isn't that good lmao* "Hey, I'm sorry about that and what she said isn't true, at all." He smiled. "W-what is- what i-isn't true?" I stuttered. "About me not liking black girls, they're actually the only girls that have been catching my eye for a while now." He blushed, scratching his neck. Copyright © 2015

[DRAFT] now available on amazon! ❝if you're lonely in your bed, i'll fill it up to the top, baby.❞ an arrogant college football player named zayn malik finally meets his match when he crosses paths with the beautiful, headstrong cashmere rawlings. this is one game zayn might lose, and zayn doesn't lose.

❝freedom ain't real, who sold you that lie?❞ A man adopts a creepy obsession with his therapist, and will go to any extent just to have her to himself.

In which Luke falls in love with a girl who resembles art itself.

"You and your kind, makes me sick." "Awwe, thank you that makes me feel so special." ××× Or the one where the 1990's rich, snobby, racist white boy accidentally falls for the black beauty he's 'suppose' to hate. (Unfortunately inspired by life events.)

"Put down the bleach. Your skin is not dirt that needs to be cleaned out like yesterday's shirt. You are comprised of sienna, chestnut, and warm mahogany. Dark as the night sky, constellations are tucked neatly underneath your bones. Your skin reminiscent of the hot chocolate that warms winter nights. Like rings around a tree stump, you too have history etched into your melanin. Don't let the glaring whiteness, blind you from the beauty that you are. "