"What if lies were true?" He asked, a smile playing on his lips. "I would be in love with you." I said. His smile slowly faded away. After a moment of awkward silence he speaks again. "Well that won't be for long." He says his smile coming back. No Profanity

"Do you love me?" He asks, his face showing no sign of emotion. "Sir yes sir." I choke, my voice cracking.

After getting an anonymous text, Zora develops a long distance, ongoing friendship, with a guy who goes by the name of Dean. After a series of unusual events, she meets the guy behind the phone calls and texts, but what happens when he doesn't turn out to be who she thinks he is?

One thing that my momma always knew I was, is ambitious. I don't give up, I refuse to give up. Blessing and curse should I say. I want people to know the truth. Not just know it but take heed. I've always dreamed of marrying a white man. Not because I wanted kids with caramel skin and curly hair. But because I want to know that there are people other than blacks who believe in equality. Who believe that racial division is a fluke. Who believe that any size, shape, and color, we're all human. But at 20 years old, I never thought it would be this hard.

"Excuse me miss, can I have the time?" I say. She reaches for her phone. "I'd check my watch but I can't take my eyes off you." She stares at me with a weird smile. Maybe she didn't get it. "Well can I follow you home?" Her eyebrows shifted in question. "My parents always told me to follow my dreams." This time she gives me a real smile but nothing else. "Have you ever been flirted with?" She shakes her head side to side silently. What? The girl with the smooth caramel skin, big brown eyes, and soft curly hair has never been flirted with? I almost gasp. "Stop kidding." I say not believing her. "I'm being serious." She says, her voice as smooth as her skin looks. "So, would you mind hanging out sometime?" I say almost a little nervous of rejection. That feeling's kind of new. "Are you sure you wanna go out with me?" She says a little surprised by my proposal. "Yeah, I mean you are beautiful." I say. Usually, compliments make girls smile or giggle, but she seemed uncomfortable. Bad start. She paused for a moment thinking. "Yeah, sure. I'd love to hangout." She says with a small smile. "Great. What's your name ?" I say almost ashamed that I don't know her name by now. "Diana. You?" "Reece." "It was nice meeting you Reece." She says getting up with her tray. "You too Diana." I say, relieved that she was leaving. The giddy, nervous feeling made me loose my appetite. CupidsBFF~ ~All Rights Reserved ~Fight of the Realest~ Reece King Fanfic

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.