"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.

"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.

Marissa was sure that she wanted her relationship with Chris to be over until he was involved in a car accident that left him with out memory. She thought that was a free pass for her to start over but instead it was Chris' free pass. Seeing him fall in love with someone else made Marissa fall back in love with him, but how can she convince Chris that it's her he wants when he has no memory of their relationship or what led up to his accident. copyright // 2011-2013

The cat and mouse game been played by Melanie and Trey since they were teenagers. Now that they're grown they have a shot at a real relationship, but with the friends Melanie has and the reputation of Trey, the road is anything but easy. ©//2010-2011

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Nothing was perfect, the odds were slim, but whatever it was; it was real. "That crying shit not it. You been feelin like this then we could've talked. I ain't tryna dwell on the situation but I ain't tryna be on nothin' fucked up either." I spoke to her as she nodded. I stood up and pulled her into me as she laid her head on my chest. "I love you Nia. Never forget it." Rah and Nia. Jan 31st 2021

Young and successful girl who was loved By her family. Things take a turn when she has a one night stand and finds her self a few weeks later in the bathroom alone on the floor with a positive pregnancy test in her hand.... when thrown out her home how will she cope with life as a teen on her own with only experience in being sheltered...meet Aria Keens. *EDITING IN PROCESS* *EVERYTHING IN THIS BOOK IS MADE UP.*

When Lisa Dumont travels down to New Orleans to stay with her mother for the summer, she finds herself entangled in a web of century-long territorial disputes between undead and supernatural forces. Lisa soon realizes that she has become torn between the blood-loyalty to her mother, Voodoo Priestess Madam Dumont, and the intrigue she has grown towards Elder Vampire, Hezekiah Mercier - the enemy. And consequently, the heavy discord between the two factions leaves Lisa with life-changing decisions to make that could possibly alter the fate of both groups and everyone else in between. ** **DISCLAIMER** This story is UNEDITED and UNREVISED. I haven't made any adjustments to this story since I first wrote it, which was when I was about 18 years old. I'm 23 now, for reference. I adore this story with all I have, but most of the chapters I haven't even revisited since I first uploaded them. Any mistakes, I'm usually notified of them by readers who point them out in comments. Please tread lightly, for there are undoubtedly historical inconsistencies, incorrect language translations, grammar and punctuation mistakes, and information that hasn't been properly fact checked. This is a work of FICTION. Have fun with it, please! But also beware that this is an amateur piece (that I had a great time writing). Follow me on instagram! @ceaselessmindwrites

Part II to Love Under Contract - As if trying to find a balance between marriage and running two successful international empires wasn't difficult enough, Bailey and Jerrell now have a baby on the way. Bailey wants to prove that you don't have to take it easy just because you have a baby on the way. She wants the same respect that everyone gives her husband. The same level of fear that people have around him every time he speaks or enters a room. To get that she knows there are a few moves she has to make to establish her power, regardless of how dangerous it may be. After a year of trying to conceive, Jerrell's dream of being a father is finally within reach. His only concern now is his wife's inability to slow down. The main concept he swears by is that life doesn't stop for anyone. Not because you're a woman, and definitely not because you're pregnant. He'd always believed in gender equality until the shoe was finally on his foot and the health of his wife and child come into play. This is a sequel to Love Under Contract. You must read that first before reading this book.