"With him it wasn't about the material shit, or the money. He captured my heart with his..." Growing up in the care of her grandmother because her mom was unfit, Anastasia saw the harsh realities of the 'hood' life. All of the boys had their eyes on her. Anastasia only saw one person, the good boy, Jason. Jason had his fair share of turmoil. With a mother battling addiction, and a hustling big brother who washed his hands of the situation, he had to figure things out on his own. Football was Jason's everything and way out of the hood, but when the bills start piling and his mom spiraling out of control, Jason is forced to make a decision that alters not only his life, but the lives of the ones he love as well. Sometimes love is a dangerous thing, we'd do anything to protect the ones we love. If each moment meant nothing, and the relationship was a fling, Why'd You Call It Love?

25 year old Angel Amore is in love with her life. Having Amir, her serious longtime boyfriend of 7 years, by her side, the perfect career that she was in love with (not to mention the lavish lifestyle that it could pay for) she is very content with her life. But one day her life takes a turn for the worst; sending her in a downwards spiral. What will happen when she meets Dave East, the top drug lord of New York? Will he be The Eye of her Storm or the devil waiting to take her on a trip to hell?...

"Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Provin nature's laws wrong it learned how to walk without havin feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared." -Tupac Shakur Layla Thompson is a UCLA student striving for her Bachelors in Science for Nursing. The Virgin Island native has seen and endured hardship but refuse to let it overcome her. After getting her heart broken by a vindictive ex, Layla vows to stay clear of men and focus mainly on her studies. What happens when Gabriel Santos AKA Rell comes into her life and tries to show her what she is missing?

Before I could walk away completely, he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall. My wrists were caught in his grasp as he placed them above my head. I tried my best to avoid eye contact with him, knowing that if I didn't, I'd fall under his spell. My face held a blank stare not trying to give him the satisfaction that he actually had an affect on me. His cool breath spread across my face while his eyes roamed over my body. "Why the fuck do you make it so hard for someone to like you?"I kept my mouth closed irritated that he was actually talking this way to me."How hard is it to show some consideration for others?" "That's rich coming from a nigga who when he first met me, didn't even shake my hand. You're an arrogant, egotistical, asshole, who thinks the only place for a woman is on your penis." "At least I'm not a self centered, power hungry, bitch." "Fuck you."Before I realized what happened, his lips were on mine. The sweet taste of mint gum was being absorbed by my taste buds. Coming down from my high, I pushed him away. Both of us touched our bottom lips looking at each other in confusion.

Ever tried flying with one wing?

Is it possible to love when you've never truly been loved? How do you recognize a feeling you've never known? When the very person who was supposed to love you first became the source of your pain, how do you tell the difference between love and hate? What happens when two broken souls cross paths - each carrying their own scars, their own secrets, and their own idea of survival? Do hurt people always hurt others... or can two damaged hearts somehow make each other whole? Follow Olivia-Kai and Gunna as they navigate the thin line between love, pain, and redemption - trying to learn if love can heal what life once shattered.

An outcast with an affinity for painting and peace comes across the woman that will change his life for good. The obedient, intelligent, and beautiful, Nigerian daughter of a strict former African chief. Will love overpower envy? ©2016 "Basquiat." All Rights Reserved To @Trvps0ul_.

Head full of hair, mind full of thoughts, flat footed when she walks. Quiet, but outspoken, mediocre but extraordinary, simple but complex. Crisp hair line, mind full of thoughts, a certain swagger in his walk. Outspoken, but reserved, sarcastic but sincere, coward, but brave. God bless the black kids still true to themselves even on the block where the crack lives. Roots so deep they'd probably touch the ocean floor. But understand these kids unapologetically black, growing from the strangest trees these black berry babies got a lot to carry. A BeautyAndTheBrain and GoldenGoddessR collaboration.