I will cross the ocean for you I will go and bring you the moon I will be your hero, your strength Anything you ne- Scratch that No, the fuck I won't !

"I know I ain't perfect, but you know I'm still gon' try"

🇯🇲!! In this story, Bayka, a rising Jamaican dancehall artiste, is climbing his way to fame, capturing hearts with his talent and charisma. His world takes an unexpected turn when he meets Azhanai, the cousin of one of his closest friends. From the first encounter, there's an undeniable spark between them-a connection that grows as they share dreams, ambitions, and vulnerabilities. Azhanai becomes Bayka's grounding force, someone who sees the person behind the rising star. But their love is far from easy. Bayka's fame brings attention from countless admirers and groupies, testing Azhanai's trust and patience. Their contrasting personalities also bring friction, with Azhanai's fiery independence sometimes clashing with Bayka's quieter approach. But through the ups and downs, they both realize how much they mean to each other. Despite these trials, their love endures. Through moments of doubt, jealousy, and misunderstanding, they learn to lean on each other, finding comfort in their shared dreams and struggles. Together, Bayka and Azhanai navigate the highs and lows, fighting to keep their love alive amidst the pressures of fame and family expectations. THIS BOOK IS PURELY FICTION AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE REAL LIVES OF THE DEPICTED CHARACTERS!!

𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝙰𝙻𝚅𝙰𝙶𝙴, 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

"𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. "𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭." 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

James (Chris Brown Cameo) and his five year old daughter Joy are homeless. After waking up to his car being repossessed his life turns.... for better or for worse? a/n: Don't let the number of the parts scare you. They are very readable and short!

Nala, a 19 year old ambitious, loving and sometimes emotional black college student is new to the "West Coast" area. Which she barely survives if it wasn't for the help of her best friend, Amelia; that is until she moves to THE Crenshaw Blvd. where she finally meets the guy of her dreams, Chres, as well as the guy who can't get away... RJ. Now the question is how far will she go to claim what should be rightfully hers, from joining a drug selling gang to being the side chick; yes I said it, Nala has a lot on her plate! But she'll make it work for the sake of her soon to be, and very rare relationship with Chresanto August. Everything and anything can happen in the streets of South Central, Los Angeles.

I don't know if its the Hennessy or you, but that's how we started, and now we're addicted, So now its me, Hennessy and you.

"Are you sure this nigga is about you? You never know, he could be just tryna fuck. I mean, why would he blow off almost four years with his girlfriend for you?" Jayda asked and I shrugged. "The same thing I asked myself." I said watching the Wizards's practice and the coach blew the whistle as Kelly glanced over to me and winked, causing me to blush. "You're forgetting the biggest problem... Cari, you have a boyfriend." Jordyn said referring to my boyfriend of a year and a half, Rashad. Whose uncle is the coach of the Wizards and that's how we even got in to watch the practice. "I don't wanna just let go of Rashad, but at the same time I wanna see how far me and Kelly can go. It's like the things you shouldn't have are good for you." I said and Jayda shook her head. "Both of you are sneaky. Haven't you heard of history over mystery?" Jordyn asked and I bit my lip as Kelly smirked at me before he made a three pointer. "Yeah, but maybe this time it should be the other way around." Completed : December 25, 2015

"Wait!" Stephen called and I puffed out a breath. I stopped but didn't face him, weighing out my options. I could keep going and head home or I could hear him out. Heavy foot steps were heard behind me until I felt a hand on my waist, whipping me around. His apple green eyes scanning me. "I want coffee" he leaned down whispering in my ear. 'Yeah! And I want your head buried between my legs!!' I thought to myself, looking at him like he was half crazy. Is he confused? "Well Steph I'm sure they have coffee here somewhere. I mean it is a grocery store..." I dryly told him. "No, you're misunderstanding me." He pulled my body closer, wrapping both warm arms around my waist. Everything felt right about what was happening, I felt safe in his embrace. His hold was inviting, strong, and protective. Felt like, home. "I want coffee at your kitchen table, after I've explored ever fucking inch of your body.."He kissed my neck so my eyes fluttered shut. Was this real? Did I hear him correctly? "Do you understand?" Stephen asked brushing a calloused thumb over my bottom lip. "Regular or Decaf?" I spoke breathlessly. This man is going to be the death of me. Stephen is just a postman in an over privileged neighborhood.