"Why won’t you let me in?!" He cried in frustration clenching his fists together with an undeniable passion, raising his strong arms. I stared hopelessly at him with more tears welling up in my brown eyes. “I love you.” He whispered to me. But he needn’t, he needn’t have told me for I already knew, I knew in fact, very well. I just didn’t accept it...

Kya Henderson is 16 year old black girl who thinks she can't date white boys. Becoming the third wheel of her friends and having no boyfriend, her mother takes notice and then the opportunity comes knocking on the front door when a new boy, who is white, moves to town. Will Kya change her mind and heed her mother's words?

Chimmie used to be your typical teenage girl. The shy one that sits at the back of the classroom and never raises her hand. The teachers pet. The nerd. Mark. Your typical teenage playboy. Blonde hair..blue eyes and abs you could bow down to. But what happens when these two meet? Or better yet, what if they are forced to share a room? Is it a road to disaster and heartbreak? Or will he be what she's been looking for all along? But who knew people will have so many secrets, who knew people would be so cruel, who thought the love off your life would betray you and leave you broken and covered in blood Sometimes love is so far away. But sometimes its closer than you think. The love of your life can leave you with a mistake that later turns into a joy. But the joy can leave you with sleepless nights of constant crying and constant diaper changing Could it be your dumb ex boyfriend or you douche bag roommate? ©mature content

(Previously known as Park Benches) They both sat beside each other in silence, the cool autumn wind blowing through the night. The boy turned slightly to look at the girl, letting out a puff of air and sighing deeply, trying to get her attention. She didn't notice, but he continued to gaze at her. "Have you ever noticed that even though we're just friends, we look at each other like we're about to kiss?" He asked, laughing quietly as he shook his head. "But, 'just friends' don't look at each other like that," she frowned, but began to laugh along with him. "Is that a bad thing?" He questioned once his laughter died down, cocking his head to the side in slight confusion. She shrugged. "Does it matter? We're only friends, me loving you probably wouldn't make a difference." The words stung her, but it didn't matter. She'd already fallen for him but it was whatever. He didn't like her back. And it was all because of the stars and that stupid, stupid park bench. © Fondre ™ 2017

He could get lost in her eyes and never want to find his way. © pigmented 2016

Colors are seen everywhere. We live for color. The beauty of color, we have seen and became amazed by the exquisite details before us. Colors can describe anything or anyone. The moments you have, there will always be a color. #shortstory_1 ↫↬↫↬↫↬↫↬↫↬↫↬↫↬↫↬↫↬↫↬↫

The Nobles, that's what everyone who had a heartbeat at Mentorist High called them. They were the definition of superior and undeniable beauty. A boy, no a man, who exuded power and confidence and played girls almost as good as they played sports. And of course, weren't too bad to look at. They were in need of a three and one cold blooded murderer fit the script to Ire's horror. Ire is seen as a prune, boring some might say. She would rather read a book than to drool over The Nobles and who they played with. All she wanted was the worse night of her life to disappear and that's exactly what didn't happen. She was the only witness and he wanted her to forget. And not just by looking at his, drool-worthy-tattooed-golden-yes-daddy-body.

Tales and tales of a troubled young man who once fell in love with a girl. But not all fairytales live happily ever after. He finally finds the right one but it doesn't work out at first....but in the end it's all worth it. Nathan Halloway is a legend, a hybrid, and known to be heartless. Jessie Garner is a loving, bubbly, sweet human who adores everyone. But when they finally meet will it last?

Sierra knew Tristan was the one from the first day she laid eyes on him. He had light brown hair, the most unbelievable green eyes; he was tall and muscular, and white. But none of that mattered. She had it bad. But it was only a high school crush. Right? He watched her for years but nothing prepared Tristan for the roller coaster ride that ensued after talking to Sierra for the first time. After events lead the two on a collision course, it forces Tristan to decide what he really wants. And when he finally realizes what he wants is Sierra all that's left for him to do is prove it. Update: I've posted a trailer for this book for those of you who want a sneak peek of what you're in for. I hope you like it. A/N: This is an experimental piece. I've been interested in interracial romance for a while now and I wanted to put my own spin on it. This is my first entry into the Wattpad universe, so be nice and feel free to let me know what you think... Warning: This story contains some strong language and adult themes. Reader discretion is advised.