Dominic White is son to the biggest actress in New York City Margret White, and the 2nd richest man in the country Richard White. At the age of 21, he not only owns his own condo but he can get anyone he wants. Yet, he's unsure of what he wants. This privileged white boy can't decided on what he really wants until he sees 19 year old Clover Jackson walking home. Love at first sight. Clover Jackson on the other hand didn't see it that way. Regardless of being smart she had a mouth on her. She was somewhat loud and incredibly blunt. But will she eventually warm up to this spoiled rich kid? *** CURRENTLY ON PAUSE ***

"I dont care what your color is baby all I want is you" Mareo says. Diamond Lane is new to the country and what she doesnt know is that she will have a hard time. Where her grand parents live Colors and whites dont get along like they should. But all people arent the same. Diamond meets Mareo Vasquez a emo boy with a heart made of gold the only problem they face is......their two different colors. Will they become friends and see if things will work or will they leave each other alone and continue the segregation? Read on and see....♡♡♡♡♥♥♥♥ Copy Right intended....all rights are reserved anybody caught copying any part of this story will be terminated by George Fisher Law Firm.

"Its a known fact the dark skinned girl never gets to drive off into the sunset with the hot guy." Hugo juggled the keys in his hands walking to the driver's side. "Who says?" "The world." "Well did the world ever get to tell you- driving into the sunset with the hot guy is so overrated. They never show you the end of the road- the part were they may or may not have crashed and burned. I mean I would prefer sitting in a convertible on a hot summer day- a plate of Rockies between us- sipping ice tea watching the sunset, to me that's a better gauge of reality... but I guess we could always do like the movies just this once." I smiled and he smiled slipping on his shades. We were on a long journey to discover beauty as Hugo put it. Now its the only thing I look forward to as I sat in his shiny blue convertible mustang, the wind greeting us like long lost friends, the sun burning brighter than ever and I relishing, relaxing and resting my favourite grey Docs on the dashboard looking at Hugo's unique and exquisite features through our matching RayBans whilst he drove. These were the kind of days that I have come to deeply and truly admire. ---- A story about Beauty "As long as you live outer beauty will never sustain you." © copyright 20 march 2014- suckerforfictions

This is a bwwm story.

Things were just looking up for Charley Wilkes. She just received a new job as the secretary to Mr. Aiden Price, the CEO of the most powerful company in New York and the most eligible bachelor. With these characteristics and numerous other accolades, he carries the pseudonym of the most feared and respected man in all of New York. Neither one of them ever expected the other to come into their lives, but sometimes the most unexpected things are the best. (Author 's Note: Story Is Completed Will Be Edited Eventually Book 2 Is NOW OUT YAYE!!!!!😊😮)

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.