There is nothing wrong with being nice. Go ahead and hold the door for the old lady. Nothing's stopping you from giving a dollar to the boy who wants candy. I won't judge if you drop a 10 dollar bill into the homeless man's cup. However Letting your boss walk all over you, and basically becoming his servant is Too Nice. Putting up with your ungrateful family and giving them money whenever they need it is Too Nice. Letting your boyfriend of 7 years live with you even though you know he's cheating on you is Too! Fucking! Nice! Amari Daniels doesn't get it. Everyone around her treats her like garbage. She thinks this is normal. Maybe she just really does have a heart of pure gold, or maybe she's just a time bomb, calmed by the sounds of her own ticking. 24 years of shit can really blow up in your face. WARNING: Violence, Drug use and mentions of Psychiatric disorders are present in this book.

Recently getting a new cell number Harlow kept receiving a call from a number she didn't recognize. Tired of them calling late at night she called the number back to demand that they stop calling but she was taken back by their response. ** This is a MOSTLY DIALOGUE book **

Mr. tall dark and handsome Jason Mills was always particular when it came to women that he associated himself with for one reason: they all had an ulterior motive and were out for something. So it was a wonder when he found himself attracted to a woman, whom he never expected to get rejected by not once but twice just because of his skin color. He's never had to chase anyone before but there was always a first time for everything. Machayla Daniels was running from love and life because of her fears. Fear brought onto her by the one who promised to love her. Jason was the last thing she wanted in her already complicated life but as she ran, he followed. His mission: Become someone she would not only need but want in her life no matter how dangerous it gets. Can she handle him and his desires?

You know when you were younger and they told you that you could be whoever you wished to be? You could grow up and become whatever you set your mind and heart upon? Yep, well I'm here to tell you that's a complete load of bull. So as I stared across at my fiancé, our hands conjoined as he read his vows- it dawned on me. Getting married at age 23 to a self centered lawyer who viewed me as more of his little prodigé than his actually wife was not what I wanted. Becoming a defense attorney at a record age to a company own by said husband that I'll never be taken seriously in was definitely not what I wanted. And making my parents happy by completely shutting down any hopes and dreams I've ever had. was absolutely not what I wanted. "Nope." I shook my head, glancing between the priest and Jake, my soon-to-be, as I yanked my hands out of his. "W-what?" He stuttered, looking back at me mortified along with everyone else in the chapel. "Fuck this." I shook my head, as I lifted my dress and quickly made my way back down the isle that was littered with people I'd never seen before. So, few hours later and I'm on the first flight to Maine. Why? Well, shit happens. *this book is unedited

Fanfiction based on the History Channels Hatfields and McCoys. [Book is a rough draft - needs heavy editing] Chyna is a young ex-slave girl, she had been property of the McCoy's but now that the Civil war has ended she is free to go. After another night of Tolbert and Calvin McCoy taking her forcefully in the night, Chyna flees from the McCoy boys, they chase her across the river, to Ellison and his son Cotton. Confederate as they are, neither can turn a cold heart to the beaten ebony girl as the McCoy boys send their hunting dogs across the river after her. Elisson runs the Boys off and takes Chyna back to his families land. Chyna is made to take care and keep watch over Cotton while Ellison is away, and she is happy to do so, as she is grateful to both. but in this time, she catches the eye of William 'Cap' Hatfield and against their better judgement, they will follow their hearts in the middle of a war.