"Only a coward wait until his enemy have their back turned to make his move, now he's gotta feel a wrath of a menace."

"It's like there's something wrong with me, like I'm broken in a way that no one can love. I keep wondering if it's my fault, if I'm the reason they all left. Maybe I'm just too hard to love, or maybe no one ever really meant it when they said they cared. What am I still doing here? Why do I keep going when it feels like there's nothing left for me?" Honey choked on her words...

Chai [shy] Bennett never thought love would lead her astray after risking it all for her high school sweetheart. He promised her a life of luxury and ease, but the cost was more than Chai could bargain for. She becomes a slave to the man she once knew and her opulent living quickly turns into a life of hell. Saint Campbell is another prisoner to his decisions as he tries to break the shackles of his past and find himself outside of the stigma. Being a former convict is a harsh start to his new beginning and his inner circle doesn't make it any better. Having to choose between his family, friends and future leads him down a dark, uncertain path. These two worlds collide in a brutal fight to freedom where life doesn't play fair. The battle tests their limits to the very end and creates a whirlwind of chaos. Will they make it out alive or will it just be another day in Chicago? (Completed in 2022 | Unedited) DISCLAIMER: This book contains details of physical and sexual abuse, with controversial topics. Reader discretion is advised. Please have respect for the subject matter and read with an open mind. Thank you.

Benjiman Cartier Gotti, "BG" to the streets, "Benji" to those he cared about, which was slim to none. A young thug at the age of twenty one with a hustler's mentality, killer demeanor, and the game that could make any girl fall in love. With a heart made of ice and the big dreams of being one of the richest street hustlers the world had ever seen, he took the streets by storm with ambition. Benji was a go-getter and was determined to do whatever it took to get it, by any means necessary. He strayed to a place that he knew could turn his dirty rags into riches, which is exactly what he did. He knew shit wouldn't be given to him on a silver platter, so he grinded hard for his ticket out until he found himself on top of it all. Just because you started from the bottom, doesn't mean it's where you'll end .. and just because you never had shit, doesn't mean you never will. Benjiman Cartier Gotti was a natural born hustler. Against all odds he came out on top, but at what cost? Vanessa Wright | Copyright ©️ 2019 | All Rights Reserved Author: Vanessa Write | Cover: _tolerated NOT A FAN FICTION.

"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍 - 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾." Jayda was your average preachers daughter. Bible study, properly dressed, spoiled. It wasn't until she met King Von, otherwise known as Dayvon-that her life was flipped upside down. Usually, the preachers daughter changed, but it seemed like her good aura rubbed off on Von, who couldn't help but get his act together for the sensitive girl...and it all started with attending...church.

There was a woman Born from a lotus Her heart was golden Deep as the ocean Until this one man He came and broke it Til it was open Just like a lotus Oh yes, There were explosions She found her focus The beast awoken.. - Jhené Aiko

"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.

Essence Johnson is back out into the real world as bad as ever. With her baby boy Domani and her son's father and husband, Damian by her side, she's on top. After holding her man down by taking a 2 year bid, at the age of 23, she is able to relax and finally live the care free life, while her husband holds her down this time around. Damian has vowed to give her everything she's ever asked for without her having to lift a finger. The money is good in the club business, but what happens when it's shut down for a shooting investigation? Ain't no easy money, like drug money. Damian strays back into his old ways, but will Essence approve? She wanted the best for her family, and drug dealing was not apart of that equation. "I want you to hold me down, but if it means selling drugs, I don't want it" Essence has held Damian down for the last 2 years, but will he be able to do the same for her, while staying out of both prison and a graveyard? Book 2 of 3. Copyright2015 VANESSA WRIGHT ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

"Cain, if you can't leave the streets for me and our baby, then me and you, we're done." I pointed between the two of us as tears streamed down my face and he bit his lip, looking down at the floor before he looked back up into my eyes. "Aight." "Shit over then, babygirl."

"I know I should've talked to you about it but I-" I started but stopped, looking down at my feet again. I had no excuse. The only thing on my mind was graduating, I never put his feelings into perspective. "Dominic, I'm sorry. I was being selfish and only thinking of myself but baby, I promise if you give me another chance.." I trailed off, breathing heavily. "..if you give us another chance, I'll never do it again. I promise." I tried to grab his face but he roughly pulled away from me. "Don't touch me." He spoke sternly, breaking me even more. "Look.." He trailed off, looking away again. "Me and you..we're done." He spoke, finally looking down at me. "Dominic." I pleaded. "Don't say that. Please." "Na', this shit is over, T." He went on and I began to sob.