He sighed lowly to himself. "I love you too though" "You don't..." I replied. "Why don't you believe me?" "Because you screamed it to me Jay, right after we conceived our daughter. I will never forget that...." I looked at him with tears pouring down from my eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why did my love cause me so much pain... I was already in pain when I met him, but he aided me with our love, that soon became my drug. The drug I'd become addicted to and and fall in love with the withdrawals of lust between us. That same drug that'll change my personality when without, and into the bitterest bïtch without a doubt. This is our Love story, mine mostly. Of how one's addiction to such a Drug, always lead up with her tummy being rubbed.👀👶🚼🚻👫👪💕 -Diynara Taylor🌹 This is Flaws and All

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▃▃▃ BOOK I ▃▃▃ description inside. Completed 2018.

D'Anthony Carlos has skated through life always being protected. When you're related to the biggest drug cartel in the DMV you gotta be protected. When all of your uncles are the most feared and respected you automatically garner the same attention. With his head held high he maneuvered through life not giving a damn. Not about the stares, whispers and rumors that surrounded his last name. People think they know him, but they have no idea. More detailed description in story...

❝ SHE WANT A RICCH NIGGA, SO SHE CHOSE US. ❞

Johanna and Jose are from two different sides of the track, during the time of a power war between the Blacks and the Latinx's the two cross paths in more ways than one. How far are you willing to go to defend who you are? How far are you willing to go for love? What do you do when the two pull you to opposite sides?

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.

Read the story to find out COPYRIGHTS© All Rights Reserved To NvrtrustNvrlove This story was created when I was 14 💀. And was my very first one

Being abused , too being pulled in something you never described to be in. Mostly because you may belong to game but thing again you don't , and it's how you play ya' cards in the whole process. Poppi is a big time drug dealer everybody know of him But they don't know his lifestyle, they don't know his struggles, but when things come for a turn who will be there at the end? London was torn and disappointed at everything she tried her hardest but her ex JT keeps abusing her and things come for a turn around when Poppi comes in and aid to her and even being a bitch. She always wonder if she will survive under his intense attitude . READ TO FIND OUT MORE.