"Apologize." "Wha?" He was in disbelief. "Apologize for what?" "Apologize for skipping the session." I grinned. "And being rude. Also promise not to do it again." "No." He scoffed. I began rolling my window up. "Stop!" He panicked. "Fine." His eyes went to the ground and he let out a groan before looking at me. His face started to turn a bright red. I tried to keep myself from grinning. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "For?" I asked. "For skipping the tutoring session." He mumbled. "And?" I teased. "Being rude." He forced out. "Say it together and a bit louder hun. I can't hear you." I encouraged. "I'm sorry for being rude and skipping the session. I won't do it again." He spoke through gritted teeth. He stared at the pavement with angry eyes. I clapped. "Now was that so hard?" _________________________________________ "Chrys..." a voice called. "Hmm." I mumbled. I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to go back to my Star Trek dream. "Chrys. Were here." The same voice said. "Cool." I mumbled getting more comfortable than I was before by snuggling into what I was lying against. "You gotta get up." "I wanna go back to my dream." I murmured snuggling up more. "What was the dream about?" "Star Trek. I was the commander." I smiled as I wished I could go back. The voice chuckled but for some reason, whatever I was lying on shook at the same time. "Why is my pillow moving?" I muttered. "I'm not a pillow." The voice chuckled and my pillow shook again. _________________________________________ Chrysanthe Scott just wants to get senior year over with. She's done with everyone's drama. Sadly, her year isn't turning out as planned.

[COMPLETED] "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "It's a shame you won't be so much when I'm finished with you. I'm gonna play you like a piano, my precious girl." "We shouldn't be doing this Cyrus." I whisper staring up at him. His face hardens and he slips his thumb in between my lips. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." In which a dominant, thirty year old man, who has never been in a serious relationship, becomes infatuated with a twenty-three year old black girl.

Will love ever be enough to defeat and conquer?Both the the monster of the world. And the monsters residing within us. If I have to is the story of two very unlikely soulmates. That connect beyond the average couple. Its not every day you find what you've been hiding from or what you're hiding from finds you.

"Following these traditional good girl ways, I learnt to cook, clean and sweep at the age of 8. Today I am 16 year old and all I do is cook, clean and sweep, preparing myself for the days when I turn 21 and cook, clean and sweep for eternity while my husband-the doctor/lawyer/engineer/rich man/ Igbo to the core-goes about his daily business making money to provide for me and my 4 children who will be First In All Their Classes." Ifeoma Asika is an 18-year-old girl from Lagos, born into Nigerian Elite. She is First In All Her Classes (as she was born to parents who were First In All Her Classes), beautiful and talented. She speaks fluent Igbo and drives around in tinted Range Rovers, unaware of the evils that lurk. Cynical and world-weary, she dreams of a life untouched by Nigerian values and Marriage. She lives a repeated life of school, housework and church desperate for a chance to do something different. Then comes Bankole. He's unlike anyone she has ever met. He is the tall muscular son of her father's new employee. With his close-shaven head, rapid-fire Yoruba, his free spirit, he is a light at the end of the tunnel. When-in a series of unfortunate events-she finds herself pregnant, disowned, expelled and in debt to the local dibia, she seeks the help of Bankole in which they find the one thing they have both been looking for. #weneeddiversebooks

Hamilton Academy of the Arts. The school Sydney Acosta moved to all the way from Toronto, Ontario in a barely known city. After the divorce between her mother and father, she's stuck by her mother's side, following her to another city in Canada. Her emotions are expressed through the one thing she loves doing: dancing. Lucas Cahill is a quiet, almost outcast in the school. His twin brother, Joseph, better known as Joey, is the best known guy in school. He's considered popular, cooler and better looking than his brother despite the two having the same face. At school, Joey doesn't acknowledge his brother, at home and in the past they are inseparable with the excuses from Joey tolling up over time. His isolation and other emotions are expressed through his art. The two seventeen year olds are connected in their different forms of art in a teenage story filled with drama, sarcasm and loads of creativity. "My drawings are like stick figures compared to anything you draw. You could draw the world's ugliest frog and it will still turn out beautiful. Lucas you're an amazing artist." "So are you." He said quietly, looking up at me with his soft, heartwarming eyes. "How?"I couldn't draw for shit. "Because you are a dancer. Dancing is an art. And you are an amazing dancer." Cover~ xThePineappleGirlx #15 Teen Fiction (11/12/16)

Her insecurities started off with her skin and ended with her insides. Read to find out more.

Some people like the cookie. Some like the cream. I like them together, with some milk of course. But, I'm not talking about Oreos. Nope. This is my life. ___________________ BWWM ___________________ ©All Rights Reserved 2014. Disclaimer: read this book at your own risk. It's terrible. I was extremely young when I wrote this and did not know better. This book is an apt example of "it gets better" (or more tolerable) if you manage to stick around til chapter 17-18.

"He fell into despair and lost all hope... For who could ever love a beast?" -Beauty and The Beast ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• When Elle stumbled upon an ad for a stay in chef, she thought the universe had finally tipped in her favor. After graduating from culinary school, she wasn't sure what direction her life would go in... Until she met Stefan DeGramont. At first, he seemed like a cold hearted, presumptuous, egotistical asshole. As she grew to know him... Well... I guess you could add Mafia boss to the list. Now tangled in his crazy Mafia business, will something fragile like her heart, be on the line? Or maybe something more risky, like her life? Could all this be avoided If she can learn to love the man behind the beast... Before it's too late. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "A thorn defends the Rose. Harming only those that will steal the blossom." **PLEASE Beware: I wrote this a few years ago so the spelling errors are there, and some cringe moments are present. I'll accept all health invoices for any emotional and mental damage inflicted during this read xoxo

She's Opposite of who he usually dates.. She's thick, curvy and most Juicy.. He can't get enough of her.. She's just Reign and since she's came along things haven't been the same.. unapologetically in love with every inch & curve of her body Enjoy (Bryshere Gray FanFic) (WARNING: THIS TALE CONTAINS STRONG CONTENT! LANGUAGE, THINGS DEALING WITH NUDITY, IS ALSO CONSIDERED SEXUALLY GRAPHIC Rated R, Parental advisory ADVISED!) Markel P. Ward_ All Rights Reserved •••

"I told you not to come back."