Dear George, I fucking hate you till death. You make me sick. I never want to see you again. You're horrible! And I want nothing but the worst for you! But I love you so much I mean the total opposite of what I said. I love you because you break my heart and yet I'm still here adoring you. I admire everything from the particles of your body to your soul. I LOVE YOU. But in so many words that I cannot explain I HATE YOU. Don't take it personal but it's my only way of expressing my true feelings for you. Love, Qur'an

Kiera Michaels is a black sixteen year old player. Everything has been going her way. Up until now. She has suffered through the tragic death of her parents. Their death has pained her so much so that she ran away. Within the first night of her runaway, she is kidnapped. But she is not alone. Cyrus Preston is with her. Cyrus is unlike all the guys she has ever met. Despite the racial difference she seems at peace with him. He's been with the crazy lady, that took them both, since he was seven. Cyrus's body went through some changes and he is confused. He is even more confused when he becomes extremely attracted towards Kiera. What will he do know? What will she do? Can they find a way out? Will Kiera and Cyrus become more than just friends? Will it all end in blood or love?

Time was standing annoyingly still and I think I may have forgotten how to properly breathe. "Panda you have to come sit down pacing is not going to-" pushing my hand out I stopped him from saying anything. I stopped him from confirming the knowledge that there is nothing I can do to make this better. I pulled at my hair ripping a couple of strands out in the process. I hated the white walls and fluorescent lights that adorned this place. The squeaky sound that could be heard whenever anyone walked and right now I was causing a lot of squeaking. The strong smell of disinfectant burning my nose but none of it matter right now not any of it. "Where is he?" I heard the voice and my blood immediately started to boil. "You did this" was the last thing I said before I flew and was on top of his mom hitting her wildly. So much for not liking confrontation.

Set in the early 1960s. A white boy breaks rules to be with the girl he loves. No matter what the color of her skin

[Highest Rankings: #23 in Humour, #41 in Bad Body #63 in High School ] "You look like a sex god" He smirked and blew hot air around my ear, "Fuck like one too." "Care to show me?" **************************************************************************************************************** She smiles. He smirks. He calls her "Princesa". She calls him "Jerk". Meet Taylor Jackson; your average tomboy/badass. She doesn't care about makeup, fashion or any of that girly stuff. All she cares about is her family, her friends and basketball. Her life basically goes like this; Eat, School, Basketball, Sleep, Repeat. Pretty simple right? Well, she thought so too, until she met Jordan Smith. Meet Jordan Smith; your average bad boy/douchebag. He drinks occasionally smokes, has a criminal record, looks like a sex god, and has basically everything your cliche bad boy has. At least that's what people see. He doesn't care about anything. At least that's what people say. All the girls practically throw themselves at him, worship the ground he walks on, and do anything to get his attention. Well, all girls except Taylor Jackson. When Jordan starts to take a sudden interest in Taylor... That's when things take an interesting turn. I had to do something about this boy's lips on me was or else I was going to bloody explode."Why are you so obsessed with me?" He chuckled and bit down on the soft spot on my neck. I took everything in me not to moan. "Because you're different-" Wow, that's not cliche at all. Cue the eye roll. "-And you're my latest obsession." That's new. I arch a brow, biting my lip to stop the noises from slipping out. "You obsess over things?" He gave me a toothy grin. "Nah, just you." .... This ish is copyrighted! If you dare copy it... ~Doyin.❤️. Warning: This book contains swearing, llamas, and whole shit-load of fun.

(ʙᴇɴ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) . . . . . ''ʏᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴅ; |written 4yrs ago

If only we were blind. The world would be a better place. But instead the world is colored with the blood of the innocent and conquered by the evil of monsters. He was a monster in disguise. She was one of the innocent. And being in this colorless world, the poor girl didn't see it coming.