Young successful Ava has everything going for her but... a man! She's a celebrity blogger and a designer in her own right specializing in bridal gowns. She just launched her own boutique on Seventh Avenue. By day she's a great business woman, by night the biggest loner. Ava dreams of this one man but she feels she never fully grasp his attention. She no longer wants to come home to an empty bed, he's everything she's looking for! will they eventually be together with her friend and business partner Jewel's help? Or will she let him go and move on? This is an original urban fiction novel by yours truly Erica Shepherd -I love great feedback. -please no negativity. -please don't steal any material -my sister writes to, go follow her @itskeria -thanks for taking the time to read my story! Copyright © 2014 All Copy Rights Reserved to Erica Shepherd Warning: contains explicit sexual content for mature audiences only!

POETRY is the music of life Set in verses, With no melody But the music Of your voice .❤ #Highest rank : 92 All the poems are my own creation and mostly inspired from my favorite novels or based on theme or something every heart feels . Do share if you like it . All new in the wattpad family ☺ enjoy ~

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"I wonder if the house still looks the same." I wonder. "We could always stay in a motel." Alex suggests. I give him a look. Is he serious? "Or not." He shrugs. "This reunion will be fun." I try to hype him up, whilst keeping an eye on the road, pulling into our town. "Yay." He rolls his eyes. Brilliant. <><><><> Harper and Alex never expected to end up back in their small, hometown. But due to Harper's kind heart, two years later, they found themselves moving back. They have come a long way since they left high school. But now they will be forced to emerge themselves in old memories, they were hoping to leave behind. <><><><> This is the sequel to The Bad Boys Saw Me Naked.

[ Highest ranking: #3 on 2 March 2017 ] " Puddle of tears Rolled down, And get soaked By the parched cheeks " They flow without my consent. But still I tried.

✒ WINNER OF MINI EMERALD AWARD ✒ HIGHEST RANKING #1 ( 31/05/2017 ). " Some of us walk around with a necklace of hope, An armour of sanity, But at the end of the day, They always come off, We reveal our naked vulnerable, real selves "

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More poetry, Non-Political

Politicians peddling power predictively programming the minds of the masses Masses turned into sheep mer(rily)ely grazing upon pasture Those who awaken, make it off plantation and either aid the master , systemically killed off like Cancer, or isolated by the sheep from the masses Fiends of power had made us addicts of candy rocks and stuff Lost our souls for adrenaline like adrenal glands traded for moccasins But ironically losing pure oxygen As " I can't breathes" spoken through stands Jokingly and seriously don't know who's truly in defense of my ass Actors don't become activists Because we saw what that led Bullet wounds made us bound to our fear Revolution spoken in vain (like distant tongue of clicks) Our fear magically disappears when push comes to shove Of our brothers, sisters, mothers and cousins being butted by gun Activism making a cameo on this "Tonight Show" Fuck it I'll change the channel Only profitable out of u, Making funds off our importance

Was written for some love... Wasn't gonna share them Unless it ended ...It ended