Twenty-two year old Hazel K. Langston made a bad decision back when she was 16 years old. Thinking the decision wouldn't affect her in the future, Hazel kept the aftermath a secret. Little did she know, her bad decision came right back to her 6 years later.

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."

Demitri is just a normal teen, enjoying his senior year alongside his best friend, Tyler. Reina is...different. Little does everybody know, Demitri has a little baggage too.

Reina thought the found her ideal mismatch, but it seems like other things will always come first. DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T READ MISMATCH FIRST!

They always say there's a thin line between love and hate. As for Brooklyn Foster , she's walking that very line right now. What start off so a simple plan of revenge turned into a love affair. She falls for a man that wasn't hers. Watching him with her made her sick but Brooklyn knew she couldn't have him. One is because he's married and Two is because he's her brother in-law.

With his demanding music career and a family that depends on him, August is always on the grind. He's always on the road, making money and gaining fame. Find out how August learns about the things that don't matter when it comes to his happiness and success. August Alsina x Ashanti

" I really like what you've done to me" As Renae insecurities grew, she believed she would never find someone who would love her the way she is. Once she met August he taught how to love her body as well as him one day. Follow her journey through self-love, confidence, and growth. RoyalBree Production © 2015

You can only run from your demons for so long. Sooner or later they're going to check up with you. Take Anthony Carter for explain. His poor decisions and choosing to keep people who meant him no good around landed the young man in a position in life he never thought he'll be and only being 22 years of age. Finding himself with no friends or family and being broken beyond repair. Who would've thought a simple gesture of kindness would've changed his life forever. All he ever wanted was to be heard , for someone to hear his pain but he could never seem to form the words. Knowing bystanders wouldn't just listen to his sob story he decided to grasp their attention by doing the one thing he knew he was good at. Sing. Singing with his last breath , singing with his last few wet tears , singing His Broken Testimony praying someone would finally hear him and they did. She did.