He slammed me up against the wall, my eyes wide from fear and shock. Alarmed at the force he used to push me and the cold look in his eyes. They held such an intense seriousness int them that it almost scared me. "Don't you ever try to get in my head." For several heartbeats, we stayed in that position. Will my back flat against the wall, our chest centimetres apart, his hands keeping my wrists in a tight grip on either side of my head. His eyes softened. "It's too dark for an angel."

"You could tell me you love me a million times over, but them words don't hold no weight in my heart till you show me. Show me you love me, and you can have all of me." cover by: @britxcvi

After being kidnapped by two mystery men, Riley finds herself in the middle of danger when her father touches something that doesn't belong to him. Now Riley has to be held as a hostage until her father gives back what he has taken. Will Riley escape this drama in one piece or will she be brought down further than she already is?

"You see how confused you look right now?" I ask him as he leans against my trailer door blocking my way. "You look like you don't know me." I scoff. "Nah, I know." He says closing the door and locking it. "I know you more than you know yaself and I think that scares you a lil bit." He starts making his way closer to me. I roll my eyes fixing my robe hating his words but loving his delivery. "You don't scare me." I comment feeling aggravated at the thought of him thinking he's a threat to me. "Nobody can scare yo crazy ass huh?" "You don't scare nobody Mikey but yaself because if there's anything you're afraid to admit, it's that you're just as psycho as I am!" The words flying out my mouth before I could stop them. I close my eyes hearing his footsteps come closer and expected to feel a hand around the neck. A gun to the temple. A grip around the wrist. But Instead I felt a soft pair of lips press onto my forehead and a gentle hand on the side of my face. "I might be fucked up in the head probably off worse than you. But one thing is, imma never stop loving you. And I think more than anything that scares you the most." -------------------------- Mikey and Zeena stuck in they own worlds which sounded easy at first. Everything made sense, everything was safe and sound to them. But what if the only thing making their lives worth living was the disfunction that they caused for each other?

and even if your not here to stay. i'm happy the universe aloud your soul to stop by. [short story] 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝟐𝟓, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 - 𝐧𝐨𝐯 𝟐𝟓, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎

COMPLETED ***THIS BOOK IS FOR THE STRONG-HEARTED, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*** "Oh good you're awake! " I greeted the man groaning on the bed clutching his head "What happened to me- Who are you?! " he shouted at me making me flinch Is he asking for my name? Geez he didn't have to shout so loudly I cleared my throat before extending my right hand for him to shake "Hello! I am Dra. Abigail Giselle Flores" I smiled at him dazzlingly "Giselle..." He tasted my name on his lips and let me tell you, I didn't like the way my name rolled out of his tongue one bit For someone who seems to be living the perfect life, jumping off a bridge to die is the last thing on Giselle's bucket list, but at the moment it seems to be the only option available at life, but instead of falling deep into the freezing cold water like she expected, she fell in passing yacht instead talk about bad timing! And bad timing comes with bad luck-which in Giselle's scenario, having someone aim a gun at her head for some unfortunate reasons and treating a stranger who just so happened to be the most dangerous man in the country... Achilles Rocco Mancini, The 'Don' of the Italian Mafia

"Honestly," He dribbles the ball a couple of times before shooting it up in the air. "I just be chillin." The ball went in with a swoosh. I stand with my arms folded and chuckled to myself. "That's what all the hoes say." I mumble to myself. He tilts his head back while looking me up and down. "What you tryna say." I take a deep breath and watch him walk behind me. "I'm just saying, not all of us could be good on our own like that." He pauses before walking up closer to me making me frown. "Well number one I said that I be chillin. Not that I was alone. Big difference. Second, it's good to be on yo own, it separates you from weak niggas." He placed my hand on top of the ball which was way bigger than my hand. "And you zig when everybody and the mama zagging." He guides my hand up with his hands around mine making the heat go to my face. His lips softly caresses my ear and I felt my insides mesh together. His hands slowly left mine on the ball and traveled to my waist. My knees almost gave out on me and I honestly forgot what we was even talking about. "Feel me?" He whispers even lower. I turned my head to look back on his face and his eyes were already on my lips. And I felt my eyes slowly drift to his. Right when I felt myself about to give in- "YURR!" ------------------------- Mikey Williams. That's a name right there. That's a name that has so much depth for a sixteen year old. Same for the name Zeena Charles. Two names figured out. Two teens tryna figure it out. Read and find out😌✋🏽

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"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

Book 4 of the Girl Next Door series. "Victim of heart break and I'm so damaged." -Youngboy