@ʀᴜʙʏᴅᴀꜱʟᴇᴇᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴍᴡᴀʜ . ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ - gianna taylor, a girl from sugarhill, falls inlove wit a upcoming drill rapper. 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗰. [ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴ , ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴏɴ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴀ . ]

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Back at it again...Round 2 with Ayanna and Kentrell. [ IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE FIRST BOOK PLEASE READ IT ].

Book 1

"Get out of there, Reagan! That bitch could be trying to kill you!" I heard in my ear, but of course I ignored. I found this intriguing. He was bowing down to me, Domonique was stepping to my family's level and it made me smirk in the inside because I enjoyed a challenge. "Yes, it's Reagan and I'm pretty sure you know I didn't come here to discuss the drowsy pictures hanging up around this pissy restaurant nor am I hear to discuss me." He sniled, but I wasn't finished yet as I crossed my hands and my legs at his perfect smile. The lights were bright in the room and it only helped to convey his emotions for me right now and that smile. "My family and I wanted everything to be crystal between us, good, but since your family would like to threaten to take our territory, you can fucking die trying." I was about to stand up as he grasped my leg under the table while taking a sip of wine from his glass with his other hand. "Don't make thre--" I smiled, as he let go of my leg. I reached my face over the table, up in his face. "We don't make threats, we make promises." He smiled, and grabbed onto my chin. I looked into his eyes, as we sat toe to toe, head to head, and lips to lips. "Prove it, baby." ------ After losing her older brother, her only true guidance in life, Reagan Rose is stuck trying to figure who killed her brother mercilessly in the streets, but with everyone around her being the enemy, it's gonna be hard figuring out who the true killer is athand. Domonic Phillips, with a bad childhood, and troubled mind, he finds hisself in a world of trouble and has to face his demons once he makes one fatal decision. Completed and Copyrighted.

"East 99 is where you'll find us slangin' that yayo, Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run"

"Pull the trigger let it sing, then go smoke a russian cream." | 3 Part Book, no sequel none of that.

Most of us are hurting, Most of us are searching. Someone to love, Someone to understand. You're my Salvage. You're my Balance. You're so new. Started: June 29, 2018 Completed: October 28, 2018

After being lied to constantly, hurt repeatedly, and cheated on more times than she can count, Kamille Riley Paige just wants to be loved and appreciated for being the good woman that she is. Being in an on and off six year relationship with her child's father, Raemond Woods, has taken a complete tole on her at only twenty four years old. He was the man that she loved so much, but treated her so badly in return. Kamille was the perfect woman for any man, a blessing in a form of a slim-thick figured, browned skin woman with a sassy mouth. She was beautiful, hard-working, independent, and she was loyal, but he just didn't notice it until she was both feet out of the door. All Kamille wanted was to love and be loved, to commit and be committed to, to cherish and be cherished. She just wanted a man that could provide her wants and needs, as well as accept her daughter Raegan with open arms, in exchange for her. Will Raemond step up and be the man and father that she wants and needs him to be, or will she stray elsewhere in search of someone who was willing to meet her half way with an even exchange? VANESSA WRIGHT © COPYRIGHTED 2016. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Read about 22 year old Nycole Charleston and her journey on being a soon to come single parent, and with the help of only her grandmother and her brother Damien. Wait...but when she finds love at a grocery store will that just be her key to happiness? Or is that yet another failed relationship and she realizes that she might as well accept that fact that she will grow old?