"My name is Maurice." He finally answered, his eyes shifting away from hers, "Also, your arm is bleeding." He pointed to the wounds going down it. Brielle lifted her arm, taking a quick glance. "I know." She said softly, dropping her arm back to her side. "Okay." He oddly responded, dribbling the ball between his small hands. Brielle stared at his skills with recognition, given that she always watched basketball games with her mother on television. She was intrigued, wanting to play basketball with the boy. "Wanna be my friend?" She asked shyly, still watching the motions of the ball, before looking up at him, the beads in her hair rocking. Maurice's face scrunched. "Eww, no." His face tightened, "You're a girl." He replied, his eyebrows furrowing with disgust. Brielle watched as he looked her up and down, as if she were either crazy or stupid, before he simply turned on his heel, dribbling the ball towards his friends. She frowned, sadness and humiliation consuming her. ⋆ ✭ ☆ ✭ ⋆ ^ 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙙. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌

Heath and Teagan only agree on one thing: they don't want to be in a relationship. Teagan, who is busy finishing her law degree, needs a break from the stress of living up to her parents' expectations. Heath is following his passion and starting his career as a physical therapist, but his family's drama is tearing his life apart behind the scenes. As members of the same friend group, Heath and Teagan will be around each other plenty during wedding season, whether they like it or not. With no time or desire to date, the two come to an agreement: pre-scheduled hookups through the summer or until something real comes along. A situational relationship, otherwise known as a situationship. Their arrangement seems perfect. If their past doesn't come back to bite them.

"I'm a terrible dancer," I whisper. "And I guess the cowboy is much better than the city girl." My sarcasm is purely intended, and when he smiles heat courses through me. "The minute you start thinking is when you step on your partner's foot, Ms. Jones. Allow me to guide you, and show you what cowboys can do to city girls," he tells me softly, taking my hand about his shoulder, holding me securely. And damn, he's hot. __________________ When Kira Jones finally decides to take a six-week summer vacation, her best and only friend, Samantha, drags her to a trip out of California. What awaits on the way is something Kira has never fathomed at all, as her life gets a serious turn upon seeking the answer to her search. She meets a mysterious ranch owner whom her friend already has eyes for, and Kira finds herself drawn near him in a very strange way. Unrestrained attraction and something very intense will take Kira into a different dimension as far as her desire and principles are concerned. But what will win in the end between the power of love and friendship? Will Kira manage to make the right decision in the end in order to save her long life friendship with Samantha? Copyright ©2019 Grace Gervas

Octavius Martinez, a ruthless, smart, arrogant, demanding, and controlling. Secretly ruling an Italian mafia and every girl's dream man, he's known by the name shadow, he's the leader of a very powerful mafia ( FANGS), his empire across the world, owning the world's biggest chain of branded hotels and fueling companies. Josephine Miller is a sweetheart in the making, a college girl who has dreams to become a pediatrician when everything goes into shambles as she's sold to a man she never thought of meeting. She is naive and innocent and could be super bossy. Josephine's beauty and innocence captivate Octavius and it seems our sweetheart Josephine is either playing hard to get or rather has an ugly past, what does destiny have for both parties? And is there any twisted story to what both parties know from the beginning?

Before I get to say anything my phone started ringing besides me he looks at it and gets pissed off and starts thrusting faster. "Pick it up" he says and I look at him with wide eyes. "But -" I try to say something but he picks up my phone and answers it and puts it to my ear. "H-hello" I say. "Jamila are you okay you've been gone a while". "Mhm" I say as a moan is rushing to be let out. _________________________________________________ Jamila and Trey started off as friends but what happens when feelings get involved and Jamila's past catches up to her ? But what really happens when the devil comes back into her life?

My body was stuck. I wanted to move but I couldn't. He leaned down and our lips crashed together. He made the kiss deeper by adding tongue and picked me up giving my ass a squeeze. Earning a moan from me. He began walking upstairs and went straight to my room throwing me on the bed. "I missed you so fucking much." He said aggressively as he took his clothes off. I started taking mines off as well. He laid over my body kissing me again then breaking it-pressing his forehead to mine looking me in my eyes. I arch my back as he reach down to my soaking pussy and he started stroking my clit. "Always so fucking wet, I fucking love it." He continues to rub his fingers up and down my slit. Sticking a finger inside of me every so often. I moan out against his fingers on my clit. "Fuck this I need to be inside of you." He grunts. A love story about Antonio Russo & Shakayla Janai. Not fully edited! Let me know if I made a mistake somewhere!!! But not to much tho 😚 some of y'all be getting smart in the comments 🙃 I definitely return energy.

Sasha Kelly is 17 year old African American girl who just moved to California from Philadelphia. Sasha comes from a family that works and travels a lot. She's in for a surprise when she meets Michael. Michael croffey is a 17 year old Italian guy who attends William Penn high school. Let's just say he's well known for being a player and having ever girl he wants and he was never the type to catch feelings. That changed once he met Sasha. Little do they know their lives are just starting. BOOK 1*** NOT EDITED!!!!!!!!!

"Look, snow is falling." I chuckle, looking up at the sky then the ground. "I call it my Snowflake warmth." He says, making me turn my head towards him. What the hell did that mean? "Why?" I questioned, seeing that he was looking at the snow also. "It comforts me. It makes all my problems go away." Then he looks at me, "But now you're my snowflake warmth." In which two teens from very different worlds, find each other.