"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."

When star athlete, DeAndre Parker clashes with a tough no-nonsense female classmate, he quickly learns that unlike basketball, there's no playin' hard in the game of love.

𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 ( A new edited version of this book will be out soon!)

Ermias Asghedom community in Crenshaw came first even if that meant he put his own needs last, while he focuses on rebuilding his childhood neighborhood he is faced with a beautiful damsel in distress and his providing side kicks in to help out the stranger. London Nicole a woman from Crenshaw who made it out with a golden ticket to be an actress in Hollywood, she jumps at the opportunity and never looks back leaving loved ones and friends behind. What will happen when she returns and is the one in need of help will the community turn their backs on her like she did them?

This is not your typical love story. This isn't a regular college book. These aren't your average dogs. Can Key get through college and tame the infamous fraternity of que's without getting caught up? A girl can only lay with dogs so long before catching flea's of her own.

Willow Lorraine Juste has come back home after gaining her Associates Degree while away at school. She's decided to take some time off from traditional schooling and pursue a degree online closer to home for the time being. Dave "D" East looks to be 29, but has many more years under his belt. He "handles business" on the side for his friend, a big shot drug lord. It benefits him as it allows him to be fed- in more ways than one. What happens when Willow discovers a whole other side to the reality she's become to know and that her favorite movie Vampires in Brooklyn isn't too far off from the truth?

"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.

"plant your seeds, provide me light, water me. I will grow." my works #1. #1 in urban story, 03/31/'19. #1 in urban romance, 03/26/'19.

What if the love of your life only stood across the street from you? What would you do? Cross the street or wait for them to do so? Would you guys both make the attempt or let the busy streets wash past you guys and blind your eyes of the future you guys can have? Let the honking block your ears of the expression of love that could be once heard. Let the cars, trucks and buses block the views of the pumping hearts that hold value to you both. Let the bystanders get through you both erasing every memory you guys once accumulated. What would you do as you stand on his block?

Even when it gets to be too much, don't jump.