A little girl in a pink, cloud-soft frock once wandered into a world that should have warned her away. She found them at the edge of a dying playground. Two identical boys, caked in mud, standing too still for children their age. Their eyes followed her long before she spoke. "Why are you both sad?" she asked, her voice light and untouched by caution. They smiled. "Because we are dirty," one said. "And no one wants to play with us," the other added. It should have been a simple answer. It wasn't. She frowned, as if the world had made a small, correctable mistake, and took their hands without hesitation. That was the first choice. The smallest one. The one that mattered most. By the time they reached the park, the air felt different. It was quiet and heavier than anything, as though something unseen had drawn closer just to listen. "Let's play," she said brightly, tossing a ball into the space between them. But there were only three of them. And she refused to leave either side. So she ran back and forth, laughter breaking into breathless gasps, small shoes scuffing against the dirt as she tried to belong everywhere at once. With him. With him. Never choosing. Never stopping. Until the boys stopped smiling. Until they simply watched. "You'll get tired," one of them said softly. "You can't play both sides forever," the other murmured. But she only grinned, flushed and stubborn, her voice trembling with a promise she did not understand. "I can. And I will play with both of you." That was the second choice. Years later, when the bodies began to surface, when whispers of manipulation, obsession, and something far darker crept into every room she entered, no one thought to trace it back to a sunlit afternoon and a game that never really ended. But some games don't stop. They wait. And the most dangerous players are the ones who were never taught to choose.

"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

A group of teenagers that meet in a school cafeteria slowly become closer to one another like family. But what happens when things take a romantic/sexual turn in the group? *NEEDS EDITING & REVISION*

Book 1: Double Life Series Ghost is his street name. Known by many but seen by few, well only on the thug side of his life. Hustling since the age of 16 and now owner of a multi-million dollar magazine company built from the ground up by him. Ghost knew how to keep his thug life and CEO life apart, but for how long will that last or will it forever remain hidden? But for now he had to take care of 'business' meaning he had some people to take care of(murder) or take (kidnap) either way he would get his money, somehow. -PorshaBee Productions © 2016

Meet east he's the drug lord you do not wanna cross he doesn't give a fuck who you are or who you are he shoots first and ask questions later he puts fear in a lot of people except for one person. East has it all money,power,he can be with anyone he wants but what happens when the only women he's ever loved steps back in? Meet jazz aka cookie east first love they broke up when jazz moved away for college she intelligent pretty and very outspoken she was east first love ever so what happens when she pops up on him at his trap? you think love will spark?

trust nobody betrayal comes from anybody

𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚞𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 - 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕.

bad·ass /ˈbadˌas/ INFORMAL•NORTH AMERICAN noun noun: badass; plural noun: badasses; noun: bad-ass; plural noun: bad-asses 1. a tough, uncompromising, or intimidating person. "COME AT ME, TRICK ASS HOE I'LL PUT YOU DOWN LIKE A HORSE WITH A BROKEN LEG!!" I'll be blunt. You're in prison. For various reasons. You killed people. A lot of people. Your name is Y/n L/n (duh). Your father died on a hero mission and your mother... didn't respond well to it. She strayed from the hero path, leaving you. You are an... interesting person... ahem. Hella gay. Hella str8. Hella a bitch. "BITCH I KNOW YOU AIN'T TALKIN TO ME I'LL HARVEST YOUR LEG HAIRS!!" Kinda violent but at the same time you're hella nice and calm. "Talk to me like I'm a goddamn Nazi again and I'll pull your asshole out from your mouth you fucking worm." #1 in anime Highest Ranking #1 in idkwhatimdoing Highest Ranking #1 in animexreader Highest Ranking #1 in myhero Highest Ranking #1 in animeworld Highest Ranking #1 in vines Highest Ranking #1 in readerxvarious Highest Ranking #1 in crack Highest Ranking #1 in what Highest Ranking #1 in weird Highest Ranking #1 in my Highest Ranking #1 in craziness Highest Ranking #3 in fanfiction Highest Ranking #3 in hero Highest Ranking #5 in bnha Highest Ranking #7 in help Highest Ranking #9 in powers Highest Ranking #16 in readerxcharacter Highest Ranking (I own nothing!) (Everything and everyone belongs to their rightful owner!) (I only own the plot and my OC's!) (You own yourself!) (Warning!: Blood, cursing, gore!!)

Like What's Love? Love is when you give a Nigga trust and you know you fucked up. Love Is when you tell him who you are, but he too stuck up Love is when you crying on the inside, screaming fuck love.(had to switch it up some)

kis·met /ˈkizmit,ˈkizˌmet/ noun destiny; fate. how do you know when you've met your soulmate?