kis·met /ˈkizmit,ˈkizˌmet/ noun destiny; fate. how do you know when you've met your soulmate?

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

|18+| In one night of drunken, post-breakup passion, Lizbeth manages to hookup with the dominant boy of her dreams. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one and done, never seen again. Until she does see him again, as her professor. Private tutoring sessions never sounded so good. |This is a BDSM-themed, erotic romance. If that and other assorted pervy things do not appeal to you, take this as your warning.| × Highest Rankings × #1 in Breakup #1 in Kink #1 in Passion #1 in Professor #2 in teacherxstudent #32 in Romance

So, how that sound If you called me when your nigga's not around You been lost too long girl, it's time you been found Tell me how that sound If I put you on a plane and had you fly around When we, link, up girl, you know it's goin' down Just let me pack this pre-roll and we rollin' out Girl, I'm tryin'a feed you, tell me how that sound

A Trevor Jackson Love Story.

Toni, a girl from Compton , California moves to Malibu after her mother receives a job offer at big shot restaurant in Hollywood. The day she arrives at her new school is the same day as basketball tryouts. After she makes the team, she meets Trevor, star of the boys varsity basketball team. He also just got out of a relationship with the devious Charice, Toni's newfound enemy and sadly, teammate. Will she give in to Charice's taunting and leave Trevor alone? Or will she become his rebound girl? All Rights Reserved. ®

"What do you want, N'Jadaka-" "Erik." He corrected, making her smirk. "For someone who is so against the colonizers, you wear your colonized name with such pride-" "That colonized name holds more pride and honor than my birth name."

It's a MBJ story...of course it's gonna be good...I hope 😀

A young student ( Simone Marie) finds herself in a tough spot when she meets young Professor Mcdowell. She has to push internal feelings aside in order to focus and stay strong for herself while she struggles in her personal life.