Messiah Reed has always been a little odd, but then grows odder in the eyes of other people when she begins witchcraft. Yes, as in spells, potions, etc. What will she do when she gets a prank played on her? Will she laugh along, or will she finally be pushed over the edge? I mean, a person can only take so much until they begin to seek revenge... but still, where do you draw the line between 'odd', and just downright inhuman?

#Urban Honey aka Azalea Jennings never saw herself in the position she was now. A stripper at nineteen years old while trying her hardest to resist her abusive ex, and try not to become exactly what her mother was. Competition and the past stand in the way of her finally changing her life until she meets Jarell aka Rell, known for being the biggest dealer in their city. As crazy as it sounds, he leads her to her epiphany but not without showing her how the world really is and what happens when you take a few problems out of it.

Copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved. Hazel Johnson was moving her business as a designer higher and higher. She was with her husband, Caleb White, he was making good money. Enough to buy her cars, clothes, and heart. Everything was perfect, well not perfect but good enough until Hazel met a man. A man that could shower her with the love and attention she needed but there were two problems. One, he was still living in the hood as a struggling man, owning a well known barber shop but still it wasn't enough to pay all his bills and make Hazel happy. Two, Caleb. Caleb could give her all the money her heart desired without leaving at least one dent in his wallet. But Hazel's not a gold digger nor a cheater but both of those soon change.. Not every urban book has a happy ending.

Life ain't easy living with a overprotective mother and a wild aunt who has all niggas at her feet. 16-year-old Chanelle Washington is young, dumb and naive like any other teenage girl would be. When she meets Damon, the outcome of it all left everybody shocked.

Typical teenage romance story: A breathtakingly beautiful young woman who is constantly labeled as a social outcast, gets her life turned upside down by some weird and completely un-cliche situation. In this case, meet eighteen year old high school senior, Harmony Daniels. After spending an amazing spring break vacation far away from her hometown, she isn't pleased to come back and find out that she has now won the title of the last virgin standing in her grade. With high hopes to end her final year with a bang, Harmony makes a vow to get the most popular guy in her class of seniors to take away the most sacred thing left to her. Her virginity. Now throw in her innocent best friend, helpful older sister & the biggest nerd in town and what do you got? A typical teenage romance story. ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved. |Dedication and story idea credits to one of my closest & greatest friends, the beautiful Ashley Juarez. <3 |

It stands on the east side of 57th avenue. Sitting on the corner to be exact. Heartbreak hotel is. club where anybody who's somebody goes to get high, drunk, and dance the whole night away. Many singers have discovered there. Many dancers even. That's exactly what happened when Aaliyah Haughton. A high strung teen with a troubling past was discovered along with her three best friends and sisters by a big time producer, Quincy Jones. As well as big time child star, Michael Jackson. From them on as they fame grow they find themselves running into the heartbreak that fame has to offer. With only their love, Michael and Aaliyah go on to break records through the eighties and 90s with their amazing talents. Trying not absorb too much of the pain in their relationship. Will they be able to? Or will they find themselves lost behind the steel walls of the Heartbreak Hotel Michael Jackson/Aaliyah ©_KayMonét ©MJJProductions

Claudia Mitchell needed a man. Not just any man but a man that would give what she needed mentally as well as physically. The question was where you found those types of males? Claudia just find out there is a website that features all those types or men and more. She's about to leave all those lame men behind and get her a BROPHY Copyright ©2014 by Ashon Thadon Books. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. NO CONTENT IN THIS BOOK MAY BE REPRODUCED WITHOUT PERMISSION FROM AUTHOR Cover: Amnisty

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

MATURE ONE-SHOT: If you were wondering what went on in Ashton West's (of The Escort) pretty little head, wonder no more. Please note that this story contains explicit content and is intended for a mature audience. You don't have to have read The Escort first but think of this as the prequel of that story.

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]