"First things first, learn how to loosen up. If you really want to learn, you can't be so uptight." He said as he circled around me. "It's just weird, I'm not used to it." I said shyly. He stopped, standing in front of me. He sighed. "Look Gracie, I'm not saying you should be totally open and comfortable with this, but I'm saying, if you want to learn, you're going to have to learn to trust me. Do you trust me?" I hesitated, then nodded lightly. "Good." He said with a small smirk. "Now lesson one," he started to circle me again, "You're going to learn how to kiss." (cover by: BeautyDoesntWither)

They were never supposed to fall in love. In fact, they were probably never even supposed to meet. But life does that sometimes; it brings you someone who unexpectedly turns your world upside down. For Ella, it all began on the last day of summer, in a small bakery on the edge of town. With three teenage boys, a plastic knife and a rocketship birthday cake. lol I'm not dead guys

He turned his attention to me. "And I don't think I know you?" "Oh, yeah. I'm Elena," I smiled, holding out my hand. He chuckled in response, shaking his head as he pulled me in for a hug instead. It was kind of awkward considering the major height difference between the two of us, not to mention how completely unprepared I was for the contact. "Handshakes are kind of lame. I'm G." I couldn't help but laugh as well. Was this guy serious? "Just G?" I asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow. He nodded once. "Just G." --- Writing story descriptions has never been my forte, but this contains quite a lot of sexual content and strong language. This goes without saying, but please don't steal my story. It's really not that great anyways lmao *also vaguely features members of The Neighbourhood Highest ranking: #320 in Fanfiction (07/31/16) #285 in Fanfiction (08/06/16) #272 in Fanfiction (08/09/16) #1 in "G-Eazy"

High school is awkward for everyone, but it is only worse when you are as clumsy and horribly spoken as Jackie Pools. Her new neighbor happens to be a "big shot" male model who doesn't believe he needs school and only worries about three things women, modeling, and his body....will that ever change? *Mature Content*

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

Tremaine has lived in Harlem for her entire life. She's just another young, misbehaving black girl from a poor family. Even though she misbehaves, she's still innocent. But there's a boy on her block by the name of Rakim who can change her forever. Is there more to Rakim than Tremaine thinks? Is he more than just a local rapping dropout? For all she knows, he can be anybody. A killer, or a millionaire. But whatever she does, Tremaine can't fall for him. That would be a love crime. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted by any means, including recording, photocopying, or other methods without the official permission of the author/publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For further information, please contact me at: info.awilliams@gmail.com. Please refrain from contacting me via the given address if not for inquiries regarding any of my published works or copyright details. Thank you.

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014

Olive didn't mean to fall in love . It was something she was trying to escape.