My name, is Armani- meaning shy, unique, and for those I care about, relentless. I'm from downtown New Orleans, yeah that one; the one that no good backstabbing Alsina boy from. Matter fact I knew the real him. I loved the real him! Him and Mel. Melly B was my bestfriend. They helped me and my little sister out of a terrible situation, made us feel like family, took us into a loving home- something we never really had. But right when our happiness was finally falling into place, they left us, both of them left us. My happiness just up and burned away. One promised me that when he came up and could afford the life he thought we deserved he would return for me and my sister, but of course the good life took over his mind, the flashing lights blinded him to the lost souls that he'd left behind. So, in other words, he never did come back for us. In the end I realized I only have myself. I have to take care of myself- I'm the only person who's going to watch after me and my Kali. She's all I got and I'm all she's got, so either way it goes I'm going to take care of mines. But all in all I will never forgive him. Ever! He took away my happiness. He took away my heart. He took away a part of my world, when I had already lost so much. But he promised me .... he promised he would come back for me, for us. But I guess in the end he didn't really care about me just like everybody else in the world. So I held on to my happiness named Kali and swore on my life I would protect her with everything in me, I would die for her just like Mel would have. And that's what I did for years. I covered up all the things that made me vulnerable, put my past behind me- well I tried to at least- and became a model to provide for me and my Kali. That is until 'he' was right there in front of me, the one I begged to Don't Forget About Me. He-He was right there...the beloved man himself. The king of heart breakers himself. And they call him- "August."

Cover done by author: August Alsina is an up and coming R'n'B singer who's been trying for years to make it big in the industry along side his Instagram famous wife who in all honestly has assisted him in essentially getting his name out there. However, not all is pitch perfect for him because he is only just managing to release himself from a toxic marriage that he was trapped in with his wife of 2 years; in their case though the stereotypical roles were reserved. By that I mean, he wasn't the one who did wrong. After the situation between August and his ex-wife, he grows trust issues against a certain group of women that are found commonly in his home town and that he previously adored so much; the hoes. He vows that from then on, he'll try and find himself a real woman who can hold it down for him whilst he attempts to do the same in return. What happens when August crosses paths with Miracle Watts, a 22-year-old woman with far more serious issues than himself? Read to find out in- PRACTICE

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A puzzle was meant to be complicated and complex. They were meant to make you become frustrated with its mazes of curves and turns in the pieces- the same pieces that make up a beautiful picture. But what if you had an never ending puzzle with unlimited pieces- No, No, No. Ok scratch that, What if you got to the end of that puzzle and you only had one piece- one more piece until you accomplished your goal of completing this puzzle. But what if the last piece you had wasn't the right piece, all your hard work thrown down the drain, along with all your other failures in life. What then? Well I'm here to tell you that there's no such thing as a wrong piece- or a piece that doesn't 'fit'. "Just throw it out if it doesn't fit." I remember her saying to me. But like I said before, there's no such thing. "Juss' because a piece don't fit, don't mean it's not da' right one." Silly me though, I let the piece go.