noun: weakness. /ˈwēknəs/ -a person or thing that one is unable to resist or likes excessively.

𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕪: 𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏 ; the act of loving someone who loves you back; a love returned in 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 ᥫ᭡ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 a girl experiences heart break, but she finds someone to heal the broken pieces back together. 𝔲𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔫 fiction | contemporary lit. book ONE in the romanticize series! 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 4.26.24 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 11.12.24 fully 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 6.11.25 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 11.12.24 kaylaasdiary productions © completed ☻

Follow Chyanne Monroe as she deals with life as a teen growing up in south London. Dealing with trials and tribulations as she faces love and heart break, friends and frenemies and becoming a woman.

"Cain, if you can't leave the streets for me and our baby, then me and you, we're done." I pointed between the two of us as tears streamed down my face and he bit his lip, looking down at the floor before he looked back up into my eyes. "Aight." "Shit over then, babygirl."

"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦." _ _ _ _ ★彡 2021 彡★

"Hello, Sincere. How are you feeling today?" "Same as everyday, can't sleep, can't eat.." I trailed off, looking down at Sinclair who had a perfect mixture of both V and I. "That's not good." She said and I shrugged. "None of this is." I said and she nodded understandingly. "Have faith." She said, placing her hand on my shoulder and I nodded. I tried hard to keep the tears in because I had to be strong for everybody. The family was really going through it and I just wanted her back in my arms. V had my heart and if I lost her for good, I'd never look for love again. The doctor walked out as I sat there quietly and Clair looked over my face while she made spit bubbles. I bit my bottom lip, holding back tears as I looked at V laying there with tubes in her. Not able to hold on any longer, I broke down. "Baybeh, I need you..." I trailed off, shaking my head. "I need you so bad, I can't do this shit. I can't do life with you." I explained, looking down at the floor. "We need you, ma." My voice cracked, looking over to Sinclair who was still looking up at me. "Our baybeh girl is so beautiful, ma. I want you to see her, I want you to see her grow up. I want you to be here with us.." I trailed off, collecting my words. I wiped my face as more tears poured down and I shook my head, sighing deeply. "Wake up, baybeh." I spoke, breaking down as I bit my bottom lip.

"B-But no, why did you hit my mommy?!" The six year old boy whimpered to his dad, earning himself a hard slap onto his face. "Stop fucking crying, you are a boy you can't be shedding no tear like you some type of bitch, you hear me?" The father hovered his height over his son, winning dominance. "Now get ya soft ass on," and with that, Horace did as told, taking off in embarrassment. © A NARDO WICK FANFICTION.

"𝖠 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝟣𝟪 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌." Latoya loved children and it was one of the main reasons she became a school teacher. It was a shame she couldn't have her own; atleast that's what doctors had told her. When dragged to a club, she drunkly sleeps with King Von, the infamous, and handsome rapper. What happens when she turns up pregnant? - never mind the fact the two DON'T get a long at ALL.

"𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧' 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐬." - 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 👅 𝙶𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝙽𝚊𝚒𝚒 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 © 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶