Here are some Justin Bieber •interracial• imagines If you like J.B, theses imagines Are for you

imagines for jb fans of color

❝freedom ain't real, who sold you that lie?❞ A man adopts a creepy obsession with his therapist, and will go to any extent just to have her to himself.

Cassandra Ellis: A young African American woman working in the fast paced life surrounding Chicago. Just graduating from university, she receives her dream job but sooner or later she gets fired from that same exact job. Thinking the world is going to end, Cassandra suddenly finds a newspaper offering a job that suits her needs. But later, when she sets her eyes upon the infamous Alexander Caldwell..all hell breaks loose in her life. Alexander Caldwell II: A privileged white playboy living as if the city of Chicago surrounds himself. With the help of being the bad boy of the business world, he's also the heir to wildly successful Caldwell Industries. With lots of responsibility in his near future, as a stress reliever he has a different girl leaving his house every other day. But when Alexander sets his eyes upon Cassandra, his whole demeanor on life takes an.... upright but positive turn. -Who do you think fell in love FIRST? Trust me, it's not who you think. Copyright © 2014 Bridget Ackon.

"normally, friends don't kiss friends" "then I guess we're not normal" ||sexual content (mature audience) **interracial**

•• He knew definitions of beauty, for he recognized it wherever he went. It wasn't hard to spot... well until he saw her. For she was like nothing he's ever seen, and he wasn't like anyone she's ever met. ••

I'm black, not stupid.

He hurries up to me, gently turning me back around so I'm facing him. "How can I change? How can I make things better?" His hands are wrapped firmly around my upper arms and his face is only a few inches from mine, his minty breath sends chills down me. I close my eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths and thinking about what to say. He moves one of his hands down my arm, tracing his fingers over my skin softly and intertwining his fingers with mine. "Please," he whispers, "tell me." He places his forehead on mine, my eyes flutter open and I'm staring into his sparkling blue ones. "I want to be with you, I want to hold you again, I want to feel your arms around me, your lips on mine. I want to play with your hair while we watch movies, and laugh when you jump at the scary parts. I want to be with you." "You wont change," I squeaked, looking away from his face and stepping away from him, forcing his arms down. I can't look at him anymore, his longing face, the way he holds me so gently. I can't risk actually slipping, can't let him hold me, can't let him long for me. All I want is for him to hate me, to leave my family and friends alone. He did kill most of them already... I can't stand it anymore. I think I might break.