in which the egotistical performer falls for the extremely assertive cheerleader inspired by the song 'Make Me Feel' by Janelle Monáe black femxle oc x jesse st. james season one - season six started: 10/14/2020 finished: ▪︎2022 & 2023 BEST JESSE FANFICTION AWARD WINNER ▪︎2022 & 2023 BEST CHEERIO OC AWARD WINNER ▪︎2022 & 2023 BEST FEMALE OC AWARD WINNER ▪︎2022 BEST MALE OC AWARD WINNER ▪︎2023 BEST DANCER HONORABLE MENTION I own Crystal, Dante and Dionne Berkley and Cameron McDonald Glee character and plot creds to Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk and Ian Brennan ©️ donttouchmyheir 2020

"That's your fucking problem right there, Kai." "You want me to keep chasing you and I'm not doing that shit no more." He spat, looking into my eyes as I looked back into his. "You want to leave without letting me explain, then go ahead and leave, Kai." "I'm not stopping you." "But if you want this shit, Kai.." "Then come get it." He spoke sternly, unbuttoning his button down shirt as I stood there in shock, turning around completely to look up at him. Taking his shirt off, I watched as he stripped himself down as his muscular, tall, fit figure appeared and I can't say this man wasn't drop dead fine. Though I was so mad at him in this moment, my mouth dropped, looking at how good he looked. "I'm done chasing your ass, bruh." "You want me, come get me."

Mabel Jenisse. A simple librarian, The most precious flower in all of the gardens. Humble, kind, naive and beautiful, she was of true rarity indeed. Unaware of Mr. Novikov's watchful eyes, her presence stirred a silent longing in him he never knew existed. Diomedes Novikov. A determined businessman, He was the biggest business mogul from Russia. Establishing his name in North America through hard work and perseverance, he became one of the most respected entrepreneurs in his area. Despite his icy exterior and reputation for being heartless, his aura commanded fear and respect from everyone around him. No one truly understood him, and few dared to try. They kept their distance, wary of his presence and the power he wielded. Having never experienced the warmth of love, he was caught off guard when his heart stirred with attraction for a certain librarian. In her gentle presence, he found himself questioning everything he thought he knew...

"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.

Alana is a shy freshman in college and she's just trying to make it through it, but with all the drama happening she doesn't think she'll make it. She mets a familiar face who just causes her stress and more with his dominant behavior towards her. ~ Honestly I suck at descriptions. Best friends fall in love type of story, but they don't fall in love right away now. They go through a lot of drama and struggle.

Darrion was the definition of a fuck boy, fucked anything with a pussy, from Instagram models to simple strippers he's in them all. His motto simply was "Fuck Bitches, Get Money" from the age of 13. Darrion is now 25 and his best had even settled down, but he believes there's no girl out there for him. That's all until he met Skittles, aka Skylar Adams. A Pretty Plain Jane.

"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

❛❛under all that fucking inked skin, i still see right through you.❜❜ [COMPLETED + UNEDITED] MATURE CONTENT! On her 21st birthday, Jelani Elias River decides to get a tattoo. She's encountered him before and assummed that they'd never see one another again. Once bad boy - Mr. Know-it-all, Xavier Richard-Jean inks her for the first time, she can't get enough of him. She seems to love every pathetic aspect about life, he romanticizes death. He convinces her that their relationship doesn't exceed past the bedroom but when he begins to find an unfamiliar affection for the passionate Jamaican-Nigerian girl, they both can't seem to help falling for one another. * full disclosure: i was young when i wrote this. that says it all. COPYRIGHT © KORA VIANNE 🤍 BWAM, INTERRACIAL, ROMANCE.

"Dave p-please, I'm sorry this just isn't right". He clenched his fists and walked closer to me, closing the space between us, he chuckled. "Do I have to beat some sense into you again? I told you when we first met mama, you're mine. You never leaving me"... Aaliyah is a 17 year old girl from Ohio, her parents are separated and she's forced to move with her mom and her new boyfriend Chris Brewster in Detroit. Soon he introduces Aaliyah to his 19 year old son, Dave Brewster. Her life will never be the same...

~~~ . . He let my hand go and cupped the side of my neck sinking his fingers up the back of my neck. I sighed leaning my head a bit back, before feeling my body shiver when used his thumb to run over my jawline. How did we end up here? We stared at each other for a sec, his eyes dropped to my lips then come back to my eyes. I slid my hands up his arms because they had no where else to go. I turned away from him, just for his hand that was on my hip to grab me by my cheeks. "You're drunk," I mumbled looking literally anywhere else but Mathias. "I am not," he moved his head to be in my eye view "Drunk," and just ended up pressing his forehead on mine, dropping the hand on my cheeks back to my hip. I closed my eyes tightly cause I couldn't look this man in the eyes for shit- The fact his hands were on me made it feel unreal, like it was another wet dream I was having of my boss. When his hands hadn't moved and nothing was said as if he was thinking of something to do. I opened eyes just as his head dipped into my neck, I swear I felt like melting on the floor right then and there. "Wait..."