"So what are you trying to say Jordan" I sassed he sighed "You the right person just the wrong time" I chuckled angrily "So when is the right time Jordan" I asked he stayed silent "When" I yelled "I don't know Domonique" he yelled back "I don't know" he said again I scoffed "You don't know okay" I mocked

It was the summer of '93, and the weather was almost hotter than the location. But then again, what could be hotter than hell? The Ninth! Some would assume that the steam which rose from the broken sidewalks in front of the brick apartment building justified the neighbor hood's nickname, the Ninth Circle of Hell. The heat wave however, had nothing to do with why people associated Messalina projects with Dante's Inferno. No, that honor went to the infestation of dealers, crack heads, boosters, and hoes. Dope boys handled their business like it was legal, and everyone learned to look the other way. If they didn't learn, then they never got the chance to look again. Life in the ninth operated by the code of the wild, predators ate and prey got eaten. The drug dealers sat on the top of chain. Boosters, strippers and hoes fell somewhere in the middle, while the crack heads and the civilians clung to the last wrung. Everyone knew their assigned roles and no one ever deviated from the script. Cleopatra James, an unremarkable thirteen year old girl, understood better than anyone, her dictated place in the procession. But that didn't mean she accepted the role she'd been given to play.

✩ She was desperate Sweat was drenching her armor and the stench of perspiration and the blood she was clad in wasn't the sweetest of smell. Yet the only thought in the back of her head was the fact that she was going to die today. Her life will drenched away into the soils of the earth by her queen's hands. This made Christine slap the horse furiously in efforts to make it go faster. The more distance she could put between them the longer she would be alive. "She's going to kill me" Christine mumbled in a hush as the breeze spasmed through her ginger curls. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she slapped the horse once again to go faster. Where she was heading, Christine had no thought off. All she knew was her life was pending and the time was running out. Behind, unmoving from her spot Persefoni stood with her warriors. Grabbing Daeril's stack of bows and arrows she slung the carrier over her shoulders. "My queen, how long with this adventure take?" Eddie whispered hoarsely as he eyed Persefoni's blood lust face. She was stealthy with her movement seeming as if she had sunk herself into rage. "An hour" Persefoni vented head clouded with greed. She wanted Christine to suffer. "Should we follow?" Daeril stated eyeing the direction Christine had gone. Persefoni scuffed "Don't insult me" Tightening her sword around her waist she slung the carrier tighter "If I come back with her in my arms alive" Persefoni paused knowing the chance being null and void "Don't question it" With a soft yet effective kick to the horse stomach, the beast sped off in regards to capture. Persefoni slung her helmet protectively over her head as she adorned herself fully in stainless metal. A slow hum left her lips hauntingly as the vast greenery slipped past her vision as only one target was in her mind. "Christine" Persefoni mumbled "My sweet Christine"

Started December 27th 2018 Finished January 19th 2019

If one day is all we had, will you make it worth my while? City girl-Bradley Hughes battles with her emotions as she entangles herself in an unpredictable life with the well respected- New Orleans native, Rashad Farewood. The right man will evoke the wild side out of you, no matter how much you've tamed it. Bradley is set to learn that the hard way.

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#1 Southeastern University Series Natosha Jackson is from the south-side slums of Ridgeport. She's your average bookworm and mathematic fanatic. To pay her dues to the dean of students, she is hand-picked to tutor one of the most notorious football players at Southeastern University, Matteo Four Wittstock. In the town of Ridgeport, the Wittstocks are well-known wealthy people from the north side. Although Natosha wants nothing to do with Four's lifestyle and womanizing tendencies, she finds herself falling into the temptations of lust. While she wrestles with this new fiery excitement in her life, Four becomes enamored deeper than he ever imagined. No one expects the rocky twists and turns that bring these two people together but Four loves a good challenge. And when a game is this good, he's more than ready to play. ***The Southeastern University Collection shows the lives of young adults as they enter, survive and finish off their university experience. The students attending this university are not only dealing with keeping up their GPAs and attending student union meetings. These students are battling ties with addiction, exploring their sexuality, and embarking on past and present family burdens. *** *** These works cannot be read as a standalone. *** WARNING: THIS STORY IS 18+ AND CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE AND MATURE CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. STARTED: 7/10/2020 Completed. 2022

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Haven Miller was in love with Jung Hoseok. Or more specifically, his writing. He was a famous author of erotic poems, novels and short stories. All of which displaying sexual behaviors between both he and an whomever just so happened to be reading at the time. It was a known factor that he was her favorite of all time, and his work always threw her in for a loop. But what she didn't expect was to get involved with the Jung Hoseok himself, and experience another side of him that nobody else has ever seen or read of before. A darker side of him. The real him.