(Book 2) Lanae is in the city of love with no memory, friends, or family. She's learning how to survive the cold world on her own, but is she on the right path? Yes, she's making a name for herself in Paris as Honey, but is that really who she is? Or did she lose herself, along with everything else? Omari is left in Harlem completely heartbroken. Even with the support of his family and friends, he finds his world spiraling out of control. After a year of drowning himself in his sorrows, he gets the help he needs. Will that help be enough to heal his broken heart? Or will he stay heartbroken forever? Will they find love again? Will they reunite? Were they ever meant to be?

he came up to me, causing my heart to beat faster and faster. i held my breath as he lifted up my head with two fingers. "i make you nervous, babes?" - too much kwasiasem in my comment section. i don't tolerate rudeness. ------ WARNING, MATURE CONTENT started - 12/10/18 finished - sometime in june/july 2020 Top ranking: #1 in #UK

A story about a eighteen year old girl, Mena Harris, starting her first year of University and crossing paths with the well known drug dealer, Mular, from the gritty streets of Peckham. Secrets will be revealed . . . the untold told . . . all in a matter of time. Power and love combined can be a powerful destruction. Watch and learn how the tale unfolds.

read URBAN 1 first init Black Lives Matter Start date: 10/20 Top ranking: #1 in # UK

"you gotta show me you not like these other ni**as , cause I'm not like these other b*tches*"

read to find out😉

" 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘴."

"You no tell this girl that I said, I want no relations with a darkie?" She spat to me, making my eyes go wide. What? I thought to myself and Gio tried pulling me away but I snatched away from him, knowing I heard right this time. "Wait, what?" I spoke out loud and Gi grabbed me roughly, trying to pull me away again. "Why you saying these things? She's beautiful." I heard his abuelita sticking up for me as she stood to her feet and all the guys began to as well, telling their mom that she was wrong for what she was doing. "That puta heard me." She spat, pointing her finger at me. "You're too dark." She held up a brown paper bag that she was drinking her beer out of. "You no match this bag or lighter, you're too dark." "You look too much like his father. I no want you around me." She shooed me off, instantly breaking my heart into a billion pieces as I looked up at Giovanni who was looking down at me with hurt in his eyes. "Baby, please." He begged and I shook my head at him in disgust before putting my attention back onto her. "Get that darkness out of here, Giovanni. She's a demon." "Only demons have her color." She kept on going and I felt sick to my stomach in this moment as I stood there in complete shock.

"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.