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Honey Brown has been through hell and back. Dealing with relationships drama, abuse, rape and also several forced miscarriages. As we journey towards the end of Honey's story we will finally see her be happy with no strings attached. I welcome you to A Spoon Full of Honey part two of The Honey Pot series. Excerpt: The moons light shines on the dim roof top as the carmel skinned woman debates on wether or not to jump off the roof of the building. Her skin is tainted with her hot salty tears that repeatedly fall from her deep dark brown eyes. Bruises from a fight with her ex lovers coat her skin like a second layer. She says a silent prayer and final good bye before stepping on the ledge that blocks her from final death. Moments later two strong arms pull her close. The suprisingly comforting face of a mysterious man clouds the young woman's vision. His eyes glimmer a shinning dark hazel as he looks down on the battered woman in his arms. The man pulls the woman close as she sobs deeply into his arms before going into much needed slumber.

"You could tell me you love me a million times over, but them words don't hold no weight in my heart till you show me. Show me you love me, and you can have all of me." cover by: @britxcvi

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Works #1: Ahmad Hassan Sinclair, 25, was taught to always fight and work hard for what he wanted. In the life he was given nothing was ever handed to him. He grew up in the hoods of Houston, witnessing things no child should ever see in their life. His mom and pop worked hard just tryna make ends meet, to keep food on the table and clothes on their kids back. But it was far from easy .. Seeing his parents struggle the way they did for years, motivated him to work ten times harder. He made it a mission to not end up like his folks, he wanted more in life. He knew there was more to life than what he grew up seeing. But he also knew in order to be somebody in this world as a black man he had to fight and strive for it and also dodge the bullshit that came along with it. He set goals, he had dreams, he had a vision and nothing could stop him from achieving them. Now that he's at the top of his game, making money, living the live he always wanted, seeing the things he never seen and moving up the success path .. he figured life would eventually turn out to be great but sadly he still isn't happy or content with how things are.. there's this one missing piece in his life that will fully complete him. But let's see how determined Ahmad will be to find what that missing piece is or what he will do to get it.

kis·met /ˈkizmit,ˈkizˌmet/ noun destiny; fate. how do you know when you've met your soulmate?

(COMPLETED) "What... do I make you nervous your honour?" He asks into my ear, his tone enough to make my stomach flutter. "I'm not a judge yet, you heathen" I giggle. He gets impossibly closer. "Yeah I know. But you will be. We both will. M'kay?" *** Aaliyah Oriento-Miller. A sharp witted, but introverted lawyer. Aged 28, she knows what she wants and nothing will stand in her way. In her head, feelings only get in the way and 'premature' commitment breeds lack of productivity. In contrast, fellow lawyer and best friend Elian Deogene, age 28, is loud, extroverted and animated. He has no problem showing his feelings. Commitment is a show of strength and unity. Often nicknamed the 'mahogany doll' for remaining expressionless, will Aaliyah learn how to crack the mask?

17 year old Kyrah Hart has been bullied since the start of her 9th grade year. Tariq Williams is the one who started it all. How will Kyrah deal with the constant bullying? Will Tariq ever stop? Is there a reason behind it? Read to find out.

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.