read & find out. im tas & welcome to my third official story.

SYMONE REDD comes from a long line of independent and successful black women. Living up to the impressive titles of lawyers and physicians isn't easy but Symone is determined to not be a disappointment to her family. With dreams of becoming a student at Spelman College, Symone doesn't allow herself any distractions, until she crosses paths with Zeke Morgan. Faced with an unexpected pregnancy, Symone wants more than anything to put the whole ordeal behind her, but when given the chance to "correct" the situation, Symone's conscious butts in and she makes a decision that may send her dreams of success up in smoke. But one thing is for sure, there is no how to book on Raising Isaiah.

© All Copyrights Reserved Dido Rosingberg: A senior, beautiful, a little chunky, very goofy, always laughing, outgoing, and what some would call popular. Reece Kingley: Every single thing that Dido's not basically. He's not outgoing, he's doesn't do a whole lot of laughing, and instead of being popular he rather keep to himself. Though he has the good looks and senior part down packed. ---- Of course their relationship was questioned, but the pair balanced eachother out and what was understood didn't have to be explained. ---- Disclaimer: *nothing happening in this story correlates to the characters REAL lives. it's all make believe. *This is NOT a Reece King fan fiction. I'm just using him as one of the main characters in this book. ------ I'm also not good at descriptions. Life is about taking chances though, so take one on this story. |warning: will be adult scenes and language|

All Kezia wanted was a baby,she didn't want a partner simply because of a rough break up.So when her best friend Amanda convinced her to have a one night stand without getting strings attached it was a total surprise for them both. Getting caught in her actions she's forced to live with him. Her plans are officially crushed. And drama is heading her way. Will she be able to handle it or will she find new love?

His lips were so soft against mine. Yet the kiss was rough. Before I knew it we were backing into my room and he kicked the door closed. I started unbuttoning his shirt while he pulled my dress over my head. He kissed me again before looking at me. "Are you sure you want this?" After being abused for so long, Raquel finally decides to leave her boyfriend. When she has no where to go, she calls on the only person she knows, multimillionaire Lorenzo Princiti. I can promise you the story is better than that thing up there ⬆. Plus it gets better as the story continues, so please read and vote. WARNING: THERE ARE ABUSIVE SCENES AND SEXUAL SCENES. IF EITHER OF THOSE THINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO PLEASE FIND A MORE RELAXED BOOK. TO ALL MY FREAKS, WELCOME

HE STOLE ME FROM HELL.

What would you do when out of nowhere you were sent to the past?? and not like Martin Luther King Jr days. Like the B.C past, yes before Jesus Christ his self days. what would you do? When you're sent to a place where you end up protecting someone from danger. Someone very special to his people but also wanted dead by some of his people. especially since that danger is being caused by someone who is suppose to love him but hates him and wants him dead. Knowing this person is a king from the past and you need his help to survive in this Era but what happens when you start falling? falling for someone in the past. someone who you have read in history books, what do you do when you know this person is going to be killed? what do you do when you start to love him? Would you change the past and save him? or let him die. But remember this, the past is never meant to change. So.... would you stay in the past or go back to the year you were living? ? Especially finding out you could go back home. Would You leave the people you have grown to protect and keep safe...... Would you leave the man you have to learn to Love? #14 Brownskin #14/62

"I can't be with you." I whispered, tracing my hands down his arm. The blank stare he gave me was clear that he was trying to stay strong. He hated showing his feelings and I knew that he did. "Why?" His deep voice cracked. The French accent I grew to love seemed as if it had faded along with his emotions. "We don't come from the same community," Tears trickled at the corner of my eyes. "You're from the richest family in LA and I'm just a transfer from Colorado. I'm in the middle class and for crying sakes, I'm black. You're white and we just don't mix." I lied and with every word my heart broke a bit more. "Does that really matter?" He stepped dangerously close to me. His hot breath fanning down my face now as we locked eyes. His beautiful green eyes staring down at me. I nodded. "Can I tell you something?" Once again I nodded, feeling slightly dumb for repeating the same actions. "I'm in love with you Milan Foster."

in which the god of mischief accidentally crashes upon the african goddess of fertility; and that alone changes their lives upside down. [interracial] © BookOfBandz started : (november 20th, 2018) finished : (december 31st, 2018)

"Just don't tell anyone ok? it would only make trouble" he said, a serious set on his brow. "For who me or you?" I asked looking straight at him. His jaw clinched and his face reddened with anger again. He's always had a short temper. Was I taking my new found confidence too far too quickly? "Listen here SERVENT GIRL! I not losing my throne to this! don't pretend you didn't like.." I cut him off. "Oooh PLEASE you think that grape between your legs had any effect on me?" I lied "Grape? " He said walking up to me Oh no He grabbed my forearm and pulled me in. His hand around my waist. "Be a good girl and hold still" Before I could respond he has turned me around and had one hand around my waist and one inching up my thigh.