THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE. CONTAINS MATURE AND GRAPHIC SCENES SUCH AS ABUSE, MURDER, RÁPE, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS/ACTIONS. Kane has never had an easy life. His biological parents were killed in a driveby shooting, he was sold for drugs by his foster parents, and moved in and out of foster homes. Now 22 years old, Kane fights in the basement of Essence Night Club and lives with his uncle, Damien, who is a gambler. When Damien gambles Kane's life away to a ruthless gang leader, Alexander Ross, Kane's entire life crumbles, or what was left of it anyway. Can Kane stay afloat while dealing with Alexander's ways and facing his past? Or will all his pain cause him to sink?

Brianni uses her sister's pictures and information to live her best social media life not knowing she'd meet the love of her life that way. Will he accept being catfished or will this just create a big mess for everyone? Two sisters, one guy. Who will get to be with him?

"Talk to me."

How do you continue on with life when your life line has been cut short ? Your reason and your purpose snatched away in an instance-how do you go on? Meet Ohaji, a man who's suffering from the tragic loss of his fiancé Shannon. Twelve years later Ohaji is still battling and mourning the loss of his lover, life hasn't been the same and he feels like it'll never be. That's until a particular person enters his life when he least expect it. Feeling like he's living in hell on Earth until he meets Heaven, Ohaji is soon met with another opportunity of love. What will he do?

Found myself in bed with both, intimacy was strong and I couldn't let go.

We had a code phrase.. "Joshua come save me please!" I sent a simple text in no time he replied.. "I'm on my way, say no more" *Sometimes going the wrong way never felt so right. Sometimes you gotta throw caution to the wind and face what you're not used to.* Kai• X Joshua• {©Caution: Rated ® contains very explicit and vulgar language, this tale is intended for mature audience. Parental advisory is ADVISED! Will definitely contain foul language, scenes that involve lots of sexual content (nudity)! Please be mindful and ENJOY!} ALL RIGHTS RESERVED™✓ Thick Chick APPROVED ™✓ ALL CURVES ALLOWED™✓ Love Handles ON DECK™✓ Markel P. Ward✓ March 19, 2019 ✓

Dearly Beloved, I miss you more than words can describe. When you left it felt like a part of me went with you too. Does Heaven have a phone number? If so please send it to me so I can call and talk to you, tell you I miss you, and how much I truly love you. Though you're gone physically-you'll always be with me mentally. Sleep in Peace. Love Always, Your lover

"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.

He slowly backs up until his back is against the wall like my own, "You're..my neighbor?" He points to my door and I nod my head quickly. He hums softly, "You been here a while?" He asks and I nod my head once again. He chuckles, "Ya head hurt?" I nod again but stop as he laughs softly, "I-I mean.. no.. it doesn't." My cheeks burn red as I look at my shoes, "I-It doesn't hurt.." I repeat like a dummy and listen to him clear his throat, "So do you actually live there or was it bull?" He nods to my door and I play with my fingers, "Yeah.. I do.." I feel his eyes watch me and I quickly stop. "You live with your boyfriend or do you like sweatshirts that reach your knees?" He teased, making a giggle slip past my lips. I look away to the floor again, "I-I like big shirts... a lot." I mumble softly and he nods his head, "Hol' up." He puts his box down before walking over to one of the grey bins. I nosily watch as he pulls out a big grey sweatshirt, "Here." He holds it out for me to take and I stare at him with wide eyes, "F-For me?" I hesitantly grab the soft fabric as he chuckles, "Nah for ya mom." I puff my cheeks a little and give him a small glare, "Hush." He leans back against the wall and shakes his head, "It's cold out. You should put it on." ____________________________ She was a shy girl from the city with no spine and a list of problems so long that it could touch the floor and roll off her shoes. Though troublesome, she never truly minded because despite her fears, she was a smart little thing and worked around it. But like many of us, it kept her trapped in a tight little box. The fear of pain, insecurities, and endless thoughts held her back from the life she dreamt of. Until she met him. He was everything she could pray for and more. Tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, and caring. Perhaps she could peek out her little box.. just this once? __________ PLEASE STOP COPY PASTING MY BOOK!!!! THEIF!!! #1 in Daddy (1/1/2021) #1 in Black Romance (5/15/21)