Guess whose it is? Yours.

He leaned back, looking at her face again before his fingers slid under her chin, lifting it so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. "You love me." He said, shaking his head in mock sympathy. "& that's the most reckless thing you could've ever done." His grip tightened slightly under her jaw, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he could. His thumb grazed her jaw, slower this time, respectful. "Love doesn't make me weak, baby. It makes me more dangerous. Because I love you back, meaning I now have something to lose." He leaned in until his lips hovered just above hers, their breath mingling. "& I don't like that. Not having shit to lose is what kept me untouchable, now I got a weakness & now we gotta die holding hands because you ain't doing this shit without me & I ain't doing it without you. So, Naytiri, you sure you wanna bleed for me?"

From the looks of it, Ivory Renee Carter has the life that any grown woman could ask for. She has a successful career, owning her own clothing line. She lives in NYC, having an upscale and luxurious house, which gives her the best views. Not only that, but she is married to Lance Carter- one of the best music producers in the industry and a fairly well known entrepreneur nationwide. On inside of that glamorous life that everyone sees on the outside, stands a whole different reality that Ivory has to face- and it weighs on her every day and night. Her life changes when she mets Cairo Christopher Brown, a musical artist, who is thee the top name in the music world globally. - book one. | copyright 2020 , @𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆𝗸𝗼𝗸𝗼𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀. started : october 2020 finished: march 2021.

"We might be a match made in hell." "Only one way to find that out..." The beginning of the end for Anastassia & Adonis.

It's called retrograde amnesia. Sometimes it happens to people with head injuries. Sometimes the memories come back, but sometimes they do not.

Is there too much ugly in the past to have a beautiful future? (Works #1) WARNING: This story contains triggers such as violence, abuse, sex, etc. Cover made by: @urbancreations

Love. A four letter word that can be described in so many ways. It always seem like a never ending emotional roller coaster. Heartache after heartache, the constant pain in my chest as if all the oxygen in my body has been sucked away. Love. A four letter word. Love, a word he made me feel. A special kind of love, something I needed. A love like this. THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT: FOUL LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE AND TRIGGERS

She was rich, He was rich She was smart, He was smart She was crazy, He was psycho They were a reflection of each other with little but big differences.