"Said I gotta keep my head above water I been goin' hard gotta go a lil harder I been thinking smart gotta think a lil smarter All I know is hustle, get that shit regardless Said I gotta keep my head above water Catch me in the kitchen I be whippin' with the water Family over niggas, blood thicker than water All I know is hustle, get that shit regardless" Word on the street is that there is a female from Lakeside gunning niggas down. 21 years old "Kacey Mac" was born and raised in the Raq as an only child. Nobody knows her real name and she intended to keep it that way. Trust ain't in her vocabulary, all she got is herself in this fucked up society. She seen it all from babies getting killed to homicides taking place even watched both of her parents get popped right in front of her when she was only 6. Not only did she lose her parents that day but she believed her innocence died along with them. She has faced many obstacles in life which formed her into being the egocentric bitch she is today. She slowly became a product of what made her. She believed there was no going back, only thing on her mind was chasing that bread and she would never let anybody get in the way of that. She was determined to get it by any means even if she had to keep adding bodies to her list to make it known that she was not one to be fucked with. She just didn't give a fuck. All she knew was "Hustle" so she was gone stick by that and get what she wanted regardless of the outcomes.

Book 4 to My Boo💋 This is the Next Generation for Brandi and Brianna's kids. All grown up and meeting this cruel thing we call "Life", see how they deal with being young adults in a drug-trafficing family business😏 Enjoy🤗

This Is Book Two The Continuation of The Housekeeper Desire Monroe went from being The Housekeeper to being Augusts lady, thanks to her Grandma Sylvia. All hell breaks loose soon after the two get together but 'Yung' strikes back after Desire was hurt and their child was lost. People end up dead and more secrets are brought out. Through all the pain and heartbreak it puts the love they have for one another on the line. Will they be able to keep the line of love strong or will it break due to all the drama on the horizon? STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT!

❗WARNING: SEXUAL DESCRIPTIVE CONTENT AND STRONG LANGUAGE❗ Book 2 to My Boo💋 (read that first) It's been 21 years since the ending of the Jamal's story (My Boo) and so much has changed now for the couple. After having their beautiful bouncing baby girl, A'Raya, the babies just kept on coming. Now Jamal and Ivy have their share of three beautiful daughters. A'Raya, Brianna and the baby Riley. Sounds like one big happy family, right? Well....not exactly... Now surrounding the family was not only each other themselves but controversy. Ivyene is missing. Maybe even dead people think and no one knows how she just....disappeared. . This of course took a huge toll on the family and of course Jamal himself. It drove him mad to think his beloved was gone. Thus, he too was stripped away by the hands of police which left all three of his baby girls without parents. Without their parents, witness how the girls have managed since this departure. Will we ever find out what happened to Ivy or is she long gone? Will Jamal ever get out? What has made of the family? What are the girls like now that they're grown? All of these questions shall be answered inside. Hope to see you there. Enjoy🤗❤️

⚠❗WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT AND BAD LANGUAGE⚠ Book 1 Jamal Allen, your typical Cali boy from Compton who is just trying to find his way through this thing we all call life. Like most males in this this time period of Compton, Jamal was inevitably choosen to have a tuff childhood since the day he was brought into this world. From not having a father around, to being the "Man" of his household at just 10 years old to now gangbanging with the infamous West Side Piru Blood Gang. Apart from having a mom and a little sister, Jamal never could call anyone his family for long. His love life was full of girls walking in and out of his bedroom in the morning. Although, Jamal didn't see himself as a playboy many could argue that he has a bit of a high sex drive. Truly, Jamal is both a fighter and a lover who just wants a Bonnie to his Clyde like lifestyle. Will he find her is the real question? I guess we'll have to find out and see.

I wiped my eyes once again to see deep piercing green ones looking down at me. More tears came as I saw the root of my anger, and I stood up pushing past him. I tried to run but got pulled back by a hand grabbing my wrist. "What happened?" Clyde demanded angrily. "Get off of me!" I growled and pried his fingers off my wrist and continued to the bathroom. Once inside I went into a stall and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe my face. Why was I always crying? I heard the door open and I tried to contain my sniffling so that they wouldn't hear. Then I looked down to see the feet and saw Clyde crawling under my stall. ~~~~~ Alexa Moore is a crybaby. She can't deal well with her emotions; if she is frustrated, angry, sad, mad, or hurt she can't help but cry. She hates that she always feels the need to cry and tries to stay happy by being unconfrontational, and staying away from jerks. Clyde Wood is seemingly heartless. Through the bad, sad, hurtful, and pissing situations he appears to be tougher than nails. Sure he is happy most times, but in the eyes of many he is a heartless jerk that picks on everyone. If it wasn't for his great looks he'd probably be with the Gothic kids, not the popular ones. That, and he made a hobby of being a player. Alexa meeting Clyde was definitely a recipe for disaster, causing her to shed more tears than in her entire 17 years. The year goes from good to bad to good to bad, and end bad? With so much heart churning events, will there really be a rainbow after the storm?

** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.