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Ride Or Die by XxTrillLashae
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When 2 best friends , Kianna and Jordan began keeping secretes from each other. Everything that happened in the dark comes to light. Its all about to go down. Witness the true meaning of ride or die !
Can't Judge Her by HoneyBee___
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Undeniable by TrixiesTales
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They say true love ain easy & easy love ain true. A'Marah would walk through hell and back for her bestfriend & lover Kyrie who was on his come up in the drug game. Kyrie and A'Marah were bestfriends at one point but things changed when Kyrie noticed she had his back more than any other female did. A'Marah was Kyrie's rock , his queen and while Kyrie isn't there she make sure she holds down the throne. A'Marah's Parents hated them together but that only brought them closer together , females and niggas didn't want them together but that only made them stronger. They say all relationships go through the storm but only the realist make it through.
Holding You Down by _Dream2Reality
_Dream2Reality
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"To hold me down you have to be my ride or die. You gotta be down for whatever, whenever. " Michael said. I looked into his eyes beautiful hazel eyes and smiled. "Baby I'll forever be Holding You Down." Book 1 of 3 All Rights Reserved © 2013-2014 _Dream2Reality
More Than Friends | a.a by TrippyNinjaa
TrippyNinjaa
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The Therapist. by rikeraa
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"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.