-"𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲, 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐀𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐎𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫... 𝐈𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮". -𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞💋

If A opp bitch run up she can get done up 🔫

"I got myself thru all of this at the end of the day."

Getting away from bad habits and a bad reputation, Ayden, her sister, and cousin moved to Memphis with their mother. They were with their dad, but he'd recently gotten incarcerated for drug trafficking right under the Department's nose. Trying to better herself, Ayden found herself on the rode of positivity since she promised her father she'd change her ways when they departed. Meanwhile, she met someone. Neither didn't know they would both change each other's life forever.

*𝗝𝘂𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱🙃*

Don't let the title fool you, they're not good. This book is about one of the most toxic relationships ever. Read more to find out. #1 in toxicrelationship #1 in gangrelated #1 in laughoutloud #1 in funny🏅 #1 in Toughlove

"I had never killed nobody before but now I was a killer. I killed my rapist and I didn't feel bad about it at all" -------------- Will she let the past continue to effect her life? Will she ever allow herself to be happy? NOT FINISHED ‼️

** DISCONTINUED ** I'm not good at these so just read 🤪! S/n : excuse any mistakes.. I'll fix them soon. ( I only fixed the mistakes up to chapter five) Started : May 2020 ** DISCONTINUED ** Cover credits : @trenchlordtales

Marcel is in the streets heavy, not caring about anyone but himself. Until he meets Jada, who's new in town and needs a place to stay. What will happen when these two start living together?

He slowly backs up until his back is against the wall like my own, "You're..my neighbor?" He points to my door and I nod my head quickly. He hums softly, "You been here a while?" He asks and I nod my head once again. He chuckles, "Ya head hurt?" I nod again but stop as he laughs softly, "I-I mean.. no.. it doesn't." My cheeks burn red as I look at my shoes, "I-It doesn't hurt.." I repeat like a dummy and listen to him clear his throat, "So do you actually live there or was it bull?" He nods to my door and I play with my fingers, "Yeah.. I do.." I feel his eyes watch me and I quickly stop. "You live with your boyfriend or do you like sweatshirts that reach your knees?" He teased, making a giggle slip past my lips. I look away to the floor again, "I-I like big shirts... a lot." I mumble softly and he nods his head, "Hol' up." He puts his box down before walking over to one of the grey bins. I nosily watch as he pulls out a big grey sweatshirt, "Here." He holds it out for me to take and I stare at him with wide eyes, "F-For me?" I hesitantly grab the soft fabric as he chuckles, "Nah for ya mom." I puff my cheeks a little and give him a small glare, "Hush." He leans back against the wall and shakes his head, "It's cold out. You should put it on." ____________________________ She was a shy girl from the city with no spine and a list of problems so long that it could touch the floor and roll off her shoes. Though troublesome, she never truly minded because despite her fears, she was a smart little thing and worked around it. But like many of us, it kept her trapped in a tight little box. The fear of pain, insecurities, and endless thoughts held her back from the life she dreamt of. Until she met him. He was everything she could pray for and more. Tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, and caring. Perhaps she could peek out her little box.. just this once? __________ PLEASE STOP COPY PASTING MY BOOK!!!! THEIF!!! #1 in Daddy (1/1/2021) #1 in Black Romance (5/15/21)