My works #14 //. Set in Los Angeles of the early 2000's, Adonte Jackson - an average junior high schooler is figuring out his own path in life while pursuing the passion of boxing and balancing school with everyday events. Being on the cretin record however becomes a major setback considering it determines a big chunk of his grade. His crush, Isla Tate a young, beautiful senior falls in the need of some help too and it may come a time where they cross paths to assist each other. This failing grade though becomes not the only thing on his already full plate. Find out what's going on in the streets of California in Beyond The Doubts. DiaTheLit™ ©2016 all copyrights reserved

There's so many positive 4 letter words: Love Like Hope Care Life Then there's negative: Hate Evil Dead For once in her life Desdemona wanted to hear negative. The word in itself: Negative. Instead she heard positive. Her whole world came tumbling down when she found out she was positive for HIV/AIDS. She just wants to experience that four letter word, that thing called: L O V E

Urban - Four individuals going through different aspects of life. Each going through their own struggles surrounding Lyrewood - HARDAWAY. VOLUME ONE - Carmen Richardson. Kylan Burgess. Aalea Jimenez. Marshay Hayes. VOLUME TWO - Asia Jimenez. Sharif Costello. Giovanni Johnson. Larenz Daniels. VOLUME THREE - Mercedes Johnson. Rico Daniels. Rhys Sanders. Shawn Watson.

Giselle Banks. Dayanara Mendes. Nyla Richards. Aimee Benson. Four different girls with different walks of life.

After the loss of her grandmother and brother, Ryan Hudson became the mother, the provider, and soon the golden ticket. The life of her and her siblings would change drastically due to her talent. Things change when the money come- one quote Ryan would become a product of. She'll experience falling in love, heart break, and even more loss. Would Ryan be able to handle the extra pain that's to come during her musical transition?

Paris and Johan are the power couple that everyone adores from the outside but on the inside, the two are torn apart by infidelity and secrets that rise to the top and threaten their business. When a woman is fed up, she's usually done. But how do you leave something you've worked so hard for? Will Paris really leave him? Will Johan see what he has right in front of them? It's all in the matter of finding out when being married to a panty dropper. All Copyrights Reserved. © theurbanguru 2017

It all started with a "hello" but it didn't exactly end with "goodbye". A game they can't help but play is like tug of war for a little over seven years. The saying, "If it is meant to be, it'll be" never seemed so wrong. Alyzai and Jaimir had been fighting for each other since they met through relationships and their own personal problems. Will they call it quits finally? Or will they get that old thing back?

The story of Nyree Porter, a 17 year old girl, who's always had everything handed to her all of her life. Once her parent's filed for a divorce, they felt like it was their responsibility to make sure she had everything she wanted, by spoiling her to the fullest. She get's anything and anyone she wants, just by a few simple words but this time it doesn't work. Her Mother, Hope Sims, meets a new man to full fill her own desires, her fiancee Trey. But Nyree want's Trey, in every way possible. Will she be able to get her way this time with her own mother's fiancee or will she have to continue doing her dirty work in the dark?

"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.

"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.