Young girl Trying to understand why her mother left her alone in a world with no one to love Young Rox has to find out a lot of things that were hidden from her . To help herself grow and forgive the past. And FORGIVE her mother.

"Where the Moth is drawn to the Flame" August and Phoebe can't seem to savour their happy moments. Their love seemed to happen so fast that August finds himself uncontrollable when it comes to his "canvas". Phoebe is persistent in teaching him lessons because he always seems to come crashing to his knees. But who says August's downfalls will be the only obstacle this time around? With lust and love amongst their desirably chaotic relationship, Phoebe may just end up on the other side of the chalkboard, crumbling into dust. Will there be any Survivors? Explicit Content for the drama and development of the story. For Mature audiences only. All Rights Reserved 2015 Part II to "My Forbidden Fruits" (TPIOP-The Potholes In Our Passion)

Caira is a young confused female. It's always been her mother and her ever since she could remember. When this dude new Gerald with come along with his son Hakeem, he threw a twist in her comfortable life! Soon after, her mother became hooked. Officially being one big happy family her mother Moriah began putting her new husband over her daughter. Heads butt and tension flare! Being a young college student it's time to explore life, but with an over bearing stepdad that can be pretty difficult to do.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

"Black Beauty" is narrated as an autobiographical memoir told by the titular horse named Black Beauty—beginning with his carefree days as a colt on an English farm with his mother, to his difficult life pulling cabs in London, to his happy retirement in the country. Along the way, he meets with many hardships and recounts many tales of cruelty and kindness.