"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.

It started as just a trending topic on Facebook, but developed into a Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and now time to introduce a Part 4.

Neriah Calvin is 23 and is starting a once in a lifetime internship with one of the most successful teams in the NBA. When she lays her eyes on the rookie of the team, Jacques Zion, jealously becomes a battle to stay together or a way to grow closer.

Jason and Diamond's story is over (sort of) and it's time for the next generation to go on this journey called Life. IMPORTANT: You NEED to follow to read chapter 21 (Link to chapter is in my bio on my profile.)

My parents are those boogie, stuck up black people who think they the shit. They've always brained washed me from young and told me not to go for the hood rats and thugs- to always find a good rich man to take care of me. Growing up in a rich neighborhood and private schools, money and success is all I know. In all my seventeen years of living I never thought I would go against my parents words and fall for a Thug.

Sarah Miracle Harris is an eighteen year old teenager who's life is congruent to a forty year old. Sarah's mother death resulted in her father's abusive and conniving ways. Her father believes that it's Sarah's fault she's in her grave. Once Sarah move out, you'd think her life got better but it actually worsens.

"All my life...I've been waiting for your love. All those nights...I lusted for the drugs."

22 year old King Williams runs things in the streets of Atlanta, Georgia. For five years he's built up his kingdom, fucking woman and selling dope. Even though being in the game has it's perks, with women sliding down poles and blunts blowing damn near every night, King vowed to never trust a woman with his heart because all they do is play with it then leave... Karma Roberts may just be 18 but she knows the streets like the back of her hand. Scheming, robbing, and dealing are only a few words at the top of her vocabulary. What will happen when these two hot heads meet? Step into the world of Karma & King to get the scoop of the A-Town. Copyright © 2013 All Rights Reserved Azari Patterson

When Lauren's mother died, her abusive father looks to her to play the role of house wife and bedmate. Lauren finds a way to escape it all when she meets local barbershop owner and Kingpin Rio.

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