With a life dedicated to being a voice behind the sports world, journalist Sarai Nazaire worked her way through the ranks to become one of the youngest and most sought after faces for sports television. Her will and honor to not only be accurate in statistical and skill reporting, but also a sounding board of honesty and empathy who humanizes the most known faces in the world, puts her into a position that she never saw coming. What happens when Sarai's voice becomes synonymous with one of the most prolific and explosive players in the NFL? Will this be the beginning of a whirlwind to mystically morph all that is wrong within their lives into something beautiful or will it be what destructively rips the already fragile aspects of themselves at the seams?

"You see how we connect baby, this ain't coincidental" Victoria Monet Rhyan is a twenty seven year old who had lost herself due to a past relationship and trauma. Unable to live her life the way she wants she is introduced to Nasir, a thirty one year old who has plans to help Rhyan unlock a side of her that she never knew existed. Join Rhyan as she taken on an emotional and sexual rollercoaster, would Nasir be able to help her find herself ? Stay tuned to find out.

My works #13 //. " You cannot show people only the petals and not the thorns. " cowritten with @raritheplanet DiaTheLit™ ©2016 all copyrights reserved

An ambitious, yet anxious Angélie Mason goes on a simple Christmas vacation to Chicago. She meets Ghost. A ruthless, but overall lost young man that is trying to find his place in the world. He changes her life forever... Will it be for the better or for the worst?

It's been six years since Dave and Faith ended their relationship. Will they ever get back on the same page? Will they both have that smile in the end?

Zen is not the most known or boldest person, but she never backs down. Coping with the death of her mother, her life continues to grow even more complicated day by day. As she survives the harsh streets of Chicago, she meets someone that might just change her life.

After being lied to constantly, hurt repeatedly, and cheated on more times than she can count, Kamille Riley Paige just wants to be loved and appreciated for being the good woman that she is. Being in an on and off six year relationship with her child's father, Raemond Woods, has taken a complete tole on her at only twenty four years old. He was the man that she loved so much, but treated her so badly in return. Kamille was the perfect woman for any man, a blessing in a form of a slim-thick figured, browned skin woman with a sassy mouth. She was beautiful, hard-working, independent, and she was loyal, but he just didn't notice it until she was both feet out of the door. All Kamille wanted was to love and be loved, to commit and be committed to, to cherish and be cherished. She just wanted a man that could provide her wants and needs, as well as accept her daughter Raegan with open arms, in exchange for her. Will Raemond step up and be the man and father that she wants and needs him to be, or will she stray elsewhere in search of someone who was willing to meet her half way with an even exchange? VANESSA WRIGHT © COPYRIGHTED 2016. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Sequel To She's Pretty For A Darkskin Josiah's addiction has walked onto campus, rekindling the dim flame with in him. He sets a mental checklist, preparing himself for the fight to get his woman back in his arms. He'll keep her at arms reach for a while until she's read for him to pull her back in. But will she catch someone of her own or will she return to the love of her life.

"Then what do you want me to tell you." King yelled causing me to jump a little. Never had he raised his voice at me or even spoke this way to me. But I guess there was a first for everything. I took a deep breath before closing my eyes. I was close. He was close. I was so close that my chest laid against his and I could feel the thuds of his heartbeat. Neither one of us moved because we knew we what we wanted. We knew it from the first day we met each other. Fighting back the tears that formed in the back of my eyes I spoke. "Tell me how we'll be lovers and friends." There was a long silence before I opened my eyes and let the tears fall. _____________ Melanie and King have been friends since the beginning of their freshman year in college. The two always found it weird how they met but thanked God everyday that they had. But the thing that made them different from friends were their feelings. Never had one of them dared to tell each other the feelings they had deep down for one another. Because at the end of the day they were friends. And only that. That's all they knew to be. But with their feelings growing deeper and being unable to control them. Will they finally become what they want. Or will their fantasy crumble to pieces? Will they ever be lovers and friends?

"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.