"Phabi, you know I hate to write. Fuck, why do you think I dropped out of Highschool? But I made you a promise. I promised I'd do anything to make you happy. And if that means writing you a story then so be it. My little Edgar Allen Poe." I began reading his notebook. "If the lights shut off and it's my turn to settle down, my main concern. Promise that you will write about me." I wept, wetting up Chris' notebook as I let the rose fall on his casket. The day was too beautiful for such a sad occasion. But, if anything this will be fuel to my fire. I will write about you Chris. And it'll be a damn good book.

Rare is a nineteen year old mixed beauty who has had a hard past since her parents got murdered eight years ago. Which has her in the position shes in now, the drug game. She doesn't sell drugs, more like a hit man/woman. Rares pretty much family-less and has very little friends. A young girl with a hard shell yet soft inside, lonely and lost in this big cold cruel world. Could a certain person possibly change her before shes in too deep? explicit language and scenes, viewer discretion is advised. completely fictional. (not edited)

A mystery; that's Indigo's life all summed up. The death of her mother and her father being out of the picture left her devastated and depressed. The only thing she did was trying to escape reality through photography. Her mother taught her how to live and how to survive in this cruel and evil world, ruled by secret societies. After her mom passed, Indigo couldn't take it anymore; she tried to forget everything her mother taught her because it would only hurt her more. That's until she meets the Pros, Capital Steez is the one who catches her eye. And from there on, an adventure starts. **LONG chapters**

The story of when Lola met Joseph.

"Don't make homes out of people. This will leave you homesick and sad, missing arms that cannot hold roofs, hearts with shaky foundations." I made a home out of him. He was where I curled up and cried. He was where I felt most comfortable. He was where no makeup was worn. He was my foundation. He built me up, but I never felt like I was truly his home. I knew I was his true home, but I felt like nothing but his guest house, where he'd stay when he was drunk or just had a lot on his mind. Where he'd crash when he was on a downfall. Where he felt most comfortable, sometimes... Only sometimes. But, I still loved him... I had no place to judge him, seeing as though I wasn't even a halfway house when we met... I just wish my home was more welcoming sometimes. I wish my home had warm colors on his walls so I could feel more at ease sometimes. I wish my home had no doors so he wouldn't be able to shut me out so often. I wish my home was made out of something other than bricks and steel so he couldn't be so cold sometimes.. One night, he told me, "As long as I'm your home... You'll never need any other shelter." So, I stayed. And, I got adjusted to those black and white walls and those hard doors and that foundation made of bricks and steel. I made a home out of him, and I'm living comfortably sheltered from the world. And, I'm afraid I'll never be able to move out.

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 probably has the craziest life ever, but Leonard made her feel ordinary yet special. That of course, until he makes the biggest mistake and ruins their relationship and breaks her heart. She moves to Atlanta with her brother to start a new life, thinking it could all be over (finally.) But that's until she's in the car, driving back to Southside Chicago -- knowing she cannot avoid what she wanted to avoid. RIP L'A Capone