Set in California in the 1990s, follow Janae in her journey of navigating her high school life in an environment where it's easy to slip through the cracks. And the love she found along the way that stayed by her side through it all.

"Okay, i'm gonna need you to let me go now please..." i said lowly. "Why should I bambino?" he asked while lifting one eyebrow and cocking his head to the side. Gawd damn he is fine. "Be-because i asked nicely?" he looked at me and chuckled. "And i asked you nicely to open the door, but did you do that for me?" he asked while leaning in closer to my lips, so close it was to the point where i could smell his minty breath mixed with coffee. "But-" "Shh no buts," he said while holding a finger to my lips, and pulling me closer to him. "You can't do this, i don't even know your name, shirt stealer," i said in annoyance. At this point my body was tired and slumped against the wall. All that running was a no no for me man. I'm surprised i eve got as far as i did in all honesty. "My name is Luca Lombardi bamabino, however soon you will be calling me by a different name," Luca said smirking. ~~~~ This is a Stand Alone, You can read this book without reading The Billionaire's Regret. But i would like it if you read that too😊 WARNING MATURE CONTENT i'm all about the smut so don't be surprised if there is a lot of it :)

INTERRACIAL "I thought love was supposed to be a fairy tale, what the fuck is this?" "Whoever said love is a fairytale has never been in love."

A boy and a girl in a library, forever longing for each other. They only communicate with body language, words will be spoken but not heard. Achievements #238 in Short Story 11/12/16 #193 in Short Story 11/28/16 #163 in Short Story 1/9/17 #37 in Short Story 1/30/17 #32 in Short Story 02/06/17 #21 in Short Story 02/12/17

yearning - a feeling of intense longing for something. All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2015 xxLuckyCharmedxx

I tried touching him, but he stiffened from my touch. I stepped away from him and now my back was facing him. "Why?," I questioned. "I have my reasons," he retorted. "Why won't you let me touch you?," I insisted turning around to face him. "It's just the way things are. You just can't," he stated stubbornly. He stared back at me with those cold, harsh eyes that I couldn't bare any longer. I could feel the tears starting to form and I didn't want to let them fall. I was not going to let him see how weak I was. "Do you even love me?," I countered. "Ashanti, I told you I can't love. I'm incapable of loving you or anyone else," he says staring me in my eyes. "I'm going to get my clothes and go," I said numbly. Before I could move an inch, my back was crushed against the cold, hard surface of a wall. I looked up into Lamonte's eyes as he whispered, "You're mine. You're not leaving you can't leave." "You can't love me. Why would I stay?," I breathed. A love story that is beyond different. What was it about about Lamonte King that keeps her with him? She is breaking him and what will happen when he finally cracks? She will become his ruin. As he will become hers. PLEASE BE ADVISED: Some topics covered in this story may be triggering for many different reasons. This will be the only warning given moving forward. Read at your own risk!

Highest ranking #37 in Humor Estelle Young. She's the girl with the ride and a few voices in her head. Impulsive with a knack for irritating people with her talkative nature, her personality proves to be a liability when she meets the anti-social. . . Abe Cunningham. The boy with a gun, secrets, and places to go. Oh, and let's not forget his complete lack of respect for anyone There's no doubt about it These two will be the undoing of each other. The only REAL mystery is WHAT, exactly, is waiting for them at the end of the road.

book one: t r o u v a i l l e french (n.) something lovely discovered by chance; a windfall book two: z e m b l a n i t y english (n.) the inevitable discovery of what we would rather not know book three: q u e r e n c i a spanish (n.) a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where one is their most authentic self. book four: s a u d a d e portuguese (n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant. --completed peak: #6 in poc #42 in short story

He's a Hershey bar to the eyes, with lips sweeter than cherries. Ladies he's a twix, with a smile that'll have you risking it all. Featuring: Algee & Keith Completed - A ❤

Kaya Zula is a twenty-three year old doctor. One night out at the club with her best friend changes her whole life. UrbanTai™ Copyright© All Rights Reserved®