Allure lightly chuckled, "Cmon Moo, you know you don't like girls like me."

𝕀𝕗 𝕀 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟.

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.

This right here's a panty-dropper Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh This right here's a panty-dropper Whoa-oh-oh-oh, yeah, whoa-ohhh This right here's a baby-maker Can I sing my song If you up in the club tryna get a rub Then you need to tell the DJ to put this on (Put-put-put-put this song, put this song on) Let me tell you what it is, put away the kids Time to get it up, get a cup fill it up Feelin on her booty, touchin on her butt Time to get her back to the crib, beat it up We been spending time, wanna make you mine (oh-oh) When you're not around you're still on my mind (oh-oh) And I hope this ain't surprising that I been fantasizing This ain't no joke, let me clear my throat (a-a-hem)

Love is about risk, and sometimes you have to risk it all for the one you love.

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Paris and Johan are the power couple that everyone adores from the outside but on the inside, the two are torn apart by infidelity and secrets that rise to the top and threaten their business. When a woman is fed up, she's usually done. But how do you leave something you've worked so hard for? Will Paris really leave him? Will Johan see what he has right in front of them? It's all in the matter of finding out when being married to a panty dropper. All Copyrights Reserved. © theurbanguru 2017

Rhyme (YG) owns one of the biggest black owned brothels in Las Vegas. He has everyone under his roof under his thumb. Whatever rule he puts in effect goes. What happens when 16 year old Royalty comes in and changes everything? More detailed description in story. All events and characters in this particular piece of work are fictional.

***PRIVATE CHAPTERS: MUST FOLLOW TO READ THEM*** [BOOK 1 TO THE INMATE SERIES] [MATERIAL IN THIS BOOK IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY!] "Stay out of trouble or you'll end up in prison with all those bad people." The same sentence my mother constantly told me until I was grown and on my own. In all honestly, she didn't really care. She just didn't want me to end up dead like my father and was giving me her pity but I ain't need the sorrow she was giving me. Or so I thought, maybe if I listened and instead of being a hard headed person and robbing a bank at the age of 24 then I wouldn't be in the predicament that I'm in right now. If I had the common sense that god gave me then I wouldn't be sitting in prison for 5 years but it didn't even go down like that. I was actually set up and was framed by three females that I labeled as my friends but they was just in it for the money and taking my niceness for granted. That stapled 3 years on my ass and I was framed once again by a crook cop just because I didn't give him the guilty pleasure that he desired. So that put another 2 years on my ass and I don't think I could live another day in this trashy place. Not with this bipolar guy named Sean, you'd think that he's just a normal inmate but on god your ass is completely wrong. Copyright © 2013-2014 by VerifiedTrill