Before his birth, Markyse Wallace was born into an ongoing legacy. With his father and uncle being the most feared men in the city, his rise to power would come with the inheritance. But, when his life takes a turn that nobody expects, what lengths will he go to save his life and the people that he loves most?

There is no easy walk to freedom anywhere, and many of us will have to pass through the valley of the shadow of death again and again before we reach the mountaintop of our desires. - Nelson Mandela

*FOLLOW ME BEFORE YOU ADD THE BOOK, SOME CHAPTERS ARE PRIVATE* 17 year old Kiara has to forget about her childhood and start becoming a parent, when her mother dies giving birth to her little sister Chloe. One common drunken night, her father kicked her out of the house with her little sister. 19 year old Tre, has everything from the money, to the girls everything. He is an upcoming drug dealer who is growing his empire and relationships isn't his thing. What happens when these two meet? Was it meant to be. -bigdickstopher

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. - Sequel to Broken Valleys. Unfortunately, this story is discontinued until further notice.

All she's ever experienced is pain. Beaten. Bloodied. Bruised. Burned. How does she survive? This is the life of Jersey Thompson. Strong and full of heart, she fell into the depths of darkness. Tragic.

They say a girl's first love is her father, but Morgan being raised by her older brother... he was hers. So when her brother ended up with life in jail she begin to fear love and would rather avoid and deny it all together. Morgan's mindset became: what's the point of falling in love if they could possibly end up taken away from you? With her fear of love comes complications.

WORKS #01 |Please note; these are works of fiction meaning all characters and events appearing in this story are made up. Any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental. I do not own any of the pictures used for character face claims or book covers unless stated otherwise; all rights go to the rightful owners. ALL WRITTEN & PUBLISHED WORKS; copyright © MsEarcaJae all rights reserved. Nothing But A Fantasy ! • All events and characters in this book are fictional . Content based on made-up stories only ! Absolutely No Minors Involved • All characters depicted in sexual conduct or in the nude are the age 18 years or older . No actual or any identified minor was uses in this creation of any character depicted herein . WARNING ! Not Intended For Children !! •Following book contains scripts of graphical fiction of sexual acts and may not be suitable for viewers under 18 years of age or who does not wish to be exposed to such content and material .

"I don't wanna be just a memory And I don't wanna feel your wings break free Because without you I'm lost in the breeze I gotta be strong now, I gotta show you how I'll love you like I've never, ever loved somebody I'll give you things you didn't even know you wanted Don't tell me that it's not enough My time is up, you're over us 'Cause I think I might do anything for you If you just let me ... " - Sinead Harnett

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

FOLLOW BEFORE READING!!! Meet Xita (pronounced Ex-zee-duh). She's just a black girl in the ghetto. Her life seems to falling apart, and it's all because of the lack of money. Jobs are being lost, and struggling is no longer and option. Sometimes you just have to use what you got to get what you want. And Xita's stopping not a hair short of Making Ends Meet. But boy, oh boy, that boy!