"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄, 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩.." - 𝘾𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙖

[ 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧 𝘅 𝗢𝗖 ] "𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙘𝙪𝙯' 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙚." ☺︎︎ 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄, 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄. 𝙃𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 : #𝟭 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝟵𝟬𝘀 #𝟭 𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘁 #𝟭 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁

Mia's parents decided to send her to a collage 6 hours away where she then meets Tariq. At first glance Tariq looks like a regular college kid, but his background is way deeper than that. And after Mia finds out how dark his past really is, she's faced with the decision to stay loyal or walk away... •𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐪 𝐒𝐭. 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐅𝐢𝐜•

Sequel to part one of "To Live and Die in L.A." If you haven't already, read part one before reading this book.

Seventeen year old Paris Brooks, born and raised in South Central L.A., is struggling to get over the murder of her mom which she witnessed when she was only six years old. She's not happy like she used to be and goes through many obstacles because of this. Since her mom's murder she was raised with house full of boys. Her gang affiliated family is very protective of her especially knowing that she's very short tempered. Keep reading to find out more!

-𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡. par·a·pher·na·lia /ˌperəfərˈnālyə/ •miscellaneous articles In a world of sin, 18 year old Bleu is faced with reality when she meets 21 year old Cory, a dope selling rich living hustler from the projects.

𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑌 𝑆𝐴𝑌 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝐴 𝐵𝐼𝐺 𝑅𝐼𝐶𝐻 𝑇𝑂𝑊𝑁．．．

ʜʏᴡɪ just like other kids Tariq wanted to be something. problem was, Tariq was the only kid he knew besides Toni whose family was in the drug business. this story doesn't exactly follow their parents paths. it follows the lives of teens trying to live up to the expectations they've set for themselves while trying to balance school, alone time, teenage love, and the many other conflicts interfering with their lives. and maybe they do rope in others with their nonsense later on. who knows? you'll have to read to find out anyway. ʜʏᴡɪ sidenote, there might be frequent changes to the tracks.

"Loyalty is currency, especially in the drug game."

"You trust me?" he asked, eyes turning soft once they made contact. "Maj, I-I-" "I said do you trust me, Lucky?" he repeated, voice hard. "...yes," she breathed out, and his next words came without hesitation, sending a chill down her spine. "Then shoot."