This Is The Real Second Part Of "A Thug Falls For A Nerd" Please Enjoy Tell Me My Mistakes.

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"Love.....Love Is Just A 4 letter Word. To Me Love Is An Everyday Phrase People Just Throw Around. Now To Be Loved Is A Whole Different Concept. I never Actually Experienced Being In Love. But I Suspect It's Something Wonderful, Or That's Just How Society Make It Look. Do I Really Wanna Be Loved? Because The Relationship I'm In Makes Love Seem Like Shit!? " Amber's Still On The Search For Love. Will She Find Who She's Looking For? SEQUEL TO ALL SHE WANT IS LOVE

On the night Ni'ah was hurt , she came in contact with this guy . Could this be the love of her life ? Will she have trust issues ? Will this guy change for Ni'ah ? Can this Thug show her how to trust again ? Ni'ahs Thug . How will this all playout ? Read and Find out !

All characters and events in this story are completely fictional. If anything seems familiar it is completely coincidental. All situations in this story come completely from my imagination. ________________ "And you need to stop calling me 'shawty', I'm not your girl so stop pushing the issue, I don't want to be just another name in your little black book." I said sounding more appalled than I could ever really be. He started walking closer to me and before I knew it, he had my back against the wall and my left leg wrapped around his waist. The look that he gave made him look so powerful that I couldn't help but be intimidated and turned on at the same time. "Look mami I don't think you really hearin' me so let me break this shit down to you real brief. Imma be around for the time bein' whether you want to be or not, I'm not goin' no where. Just let me have one chance." "Prove it." ________________

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Layla is a 22 year old . She lives with her grandmother , and her younger brother . Her mom is a drug addict. And her mom thinks its better to live with her grandmother . Layla's dad left when she was 2 years old because he didn't think he was hers . Layla is a carmel baby with a body of an angel . She meets a thug with tats all over his body he loves Layla , but Layla wants to stay away from him because everyone and they mommas know him . Layla soon gets to know him , but she never knew what came along with him . Layla has had to change her number 5 times because all of these hoes calling her & bashing her for being with him .

Two teenage girls fall in love with 2, what you would consider "thugs" and get theirselves into something they find very hard to get themselves out of. But if there's a will there's a way.

"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.