{EDITING IN PROGRESS} She left me when I was locked away, taking my heart and something else I didn't know about along with her.....I am out now and I plan to have her again. Whether she likes it or not... Story Cover done by: ojclarke **ATTENTION! A brief but serious disclaimer*** This is a MATURE story. Meaning that it is meant for the audience of 18+. This Story's content is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. If you still decide to read this story then you do so at your own risk. I will not be giving warnings before every chapter that has sexual content in it. So please be forewarned now. This story also utilizes strong language and violence, so if you are of under age or sensitive to such things then continuing to read is strongly not advised by author. His Baby. Copyright © December 2015. All rights are reserved. No part of this story can be used or reproduced in any sort of way without my permission (characters, story plot, idea, etc) on this site as well as any other resources! Author has also taken precautions in registering this work through the Unites States legal copyrighting services. So the author can and WILL legally pursue actions if found that any part of this story is duplicated in any sort of way!

This is the daily struggles us dark skin girls have to go through. It's not easy but somehow we all make it through them. Copyright © 2015 Msfanfictional September 6th, 2015

Kamari Stokes is what most people would call her, fat. Kamari's proud of her body and sees nothing wrong with it. The people around her thinks differently though. Her parents think it's very unhealthy and constantly scold her for not working out and fixing the problem. Her bestfriend, Chanel, on the other hand think she's beautiful and loves how big she is. The people at Kamari's high school make fun of her for having more meat on her body then they do. No matter what anyone says Kamari will always love herself and stay true to herself. Copyright © 2016 Msfanfictional February 21st, 2016

"This was suppose to be easy, nobody was suppose to get hurt". Twenty year old Ivory Santana was what most people would call friendly and caring. She'd be the person you'd least expect to have a father running one of the biggest drug trafficking industry's in America. Ivory has went through great measures keeping that part of her life private while attending college at NYU, that is until she's taken. Twenty two year old Jade and his older brother Ohaji are 2 completely different types of people that you wouldn't expect to even associate with each other if they weren't related. With dreams of one day being as legendary as their father once was. The two brothers were given the task of kidnapping their boss, big Al's enemy's daughter until he agrees to compromise. Sounds simple enough right? WRONG. What happens when Ivory teams up with the brothers and this turns into a cat and mouse game between bonds and blood?

Jack has a wonderful career, a beautiful wife, and a satisfactory marriage. Never stepping outside of the box and always making sure to dot his i's and cross his t's, he is the epitome of a good citizen in his suburban neighborhood....well at least until he comes face to face with his greatest challenge yet. Excerpt: "I-I love my wife." I whisper out brokenly while looking down at my hardened desire springing forth in my pants. Shame, guilt, anger, and disappointment at myself floods through my quivering body. "Who are you trying to convince Jack?" Her dangerous husky but sexy voice floats out into the dark room. I shake my head and squeeze my eyes tight breathing in and out as slow and as deep as I can in weak effort to gather my thoughts around my pulsating member. "I'm a good person. I am a great husband and I do the right things. T-this isn't right! I love my wife!" I shout out in frustration. Lights suddenly blare out into the room. My eyes drink in the figure that is far more lovely and exciting then my wife, whom I am use to seeing on a daily basis. Even after my exclaims that I so readily shouted out just seconds before, I scan over her hour glass frame like a starving man. She leans back on the Victorian styled sofa and regards me with a bemused expression. "Again I ask, who are you trying to convince Jack?" ***WARNING*** This is a MATURE story. Meaning that it is meant for the audience of 18+. This Story's content is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. If you still decide to read this story then you do so at your own risk. I will not be giving warnings before every chapter that has sexual content in it. So please be forewarned now. Copyright © July 2016. All rights are reserved. No part of this story can be used or reproduced in any sort of way without my permission (characters, story plot, idea, etc) on this site as well as any other resources! Copyrighted through this site as well as through the US legal copy righting services.

...Alex just glares at me without responding. I slam the rest of my clothes into the bag. "I'm leaving." I declare out loud like it wasn't obvious. His hard ice blue eyes tears away from my face slowly and looks down at my bag then slowly back up to my face causing my heart to leap. After a few more silent seconds, he unfolds himself from leaning against the closet's door frame and quietly walk over to the bedroom door. Meeting and holding my startled gaze, he reaches over and slowly turns the lock on the door. "No you aren't."

We refuse to be muted! For all my beautiful brown sistas who need some uplifting or encouragement. We all need love. ♡ And we shall not be judged by the color of our skin or the gender we are. Black women are beautiful and strong!!! New cover created by @InvincibleWanderer

Geneva thought she knew what evil was before that Autumn in Chattanooga. She thought after being homeless for seven years she'd seen it all, and she knew how to manipulate life into giving her what she wanted. Strange things started happening in her town, and soon she learned that everything she thought she knew was a fabricated story created by the people who'd been watching her for her entire life. After being thrown into a sick, unfair game, she lost everything she gained along the way, including the ability to trust. Everyone around her was a suspect. Everyone she looked at could be the source of all her life's troubles. Ignoring it isn't an option because it always yanks you out of your comfort zone and forces you to brush shoulders with death even when you think it's over. So what can you do? How can you ask for help when anybody you meet could be the one controlling the operation? How can you take it down by yourself when they are always twenty steps ahead of you? There's only one answer: you can't. There's nothing you can do in this game except say your prayers. After all Geneva's been through, you start to wonder who you're praying to.

Her name was Oasis Kai Evans, and she was sick of being the oddball in life. She was that black girl who was always stuck in between. Oasis is always underappreciated and taken for granted. At school in the morning, nobody would want to talk to her. When it came to conversations, she'd always have to start them. When it came to music tastes, no one ever heard of the artists she was talking about. Worst of all, Oasis couldn't confide in anybody about anything, not even her own mother and father. So, she decided to go about finding what she wanted in her own way. Somehow it worked out in her favor... She found exactly what she was looking for in the most unexpected person. All Rights Reserved. Maryam A. Muhammad ©

The not-so-safe haven of Chattanooga, Tennessee has always been normal territory for Geneva. But as an unproductive, boring year for her comes to an end, everything she believes in is shattered to the point that she can't even be sure that her first name is real. Life swings her from one side to the next, and suddenly she is swung into the same place as five other innocent human beings. Their participation in what seems to be a sick game begins once December arrives, but behind the scenes, things have been changing all along. How long will it take for them to discover who they should point fingers at? Who will find out first, and will he help the others or save himself? Before salvation, though, you must acknowledge that you need to be saved. In these youths' case, it's almost too late for epiphanies. (Sequel, Blue Pencil Dolls, is on my page.)