to Sage Alexander he was the sweetest thing she'd ever known.

A story of teenager Adonis, living with post traumatic stress disorder, as well as a world of other issues involving his family, his school, and his own thoughts. He eventually befriends the popular, Farrah, who at first...takes more interest in his popular older brother. All characters are 18 and older. (apparently I have to be followed for some privated chapters)

(Editing)(Book 1) #TheComebackProject 2016 © theurbanguru All Copyrights Reserved. "And I'll run miles just to get a taste. And I can't get enough. Must be love on the brain." - love on the brain //; Rihanna Winter Toes adj. (1) to have cold feet. (2) the fear of love; both giving and receiving. // slang. Taylor will pull you into her world where she doesn't even believe love can fit. She believes the world revolves around the pain that love brings and she wants no part of it. However, getting into some mess with her best friend sends her on a journey to Florida, where all her beliefs could possibly be crushed. Florida brings betrayal, discovery, and what she feared the most; love. Taylor has winter toes... is it possible that her interest can warm them?

Listed as #39 in romance-friendship Just your average love story... not ~ A hot summer up in H-town. Keleii wasn't always the type to go through with something if she didn't feel like it was right for her in her life. She's always observant and never steps out of her little box that she feels comfortable in. So one of her bestfriends Trina, decides to hook Tay up with her. Just to make her life more exciting. One day Keleii finally gave in. Everything starts to go right. Until all hell breaks loose. All copyrights reserved © 2018

"Put down the bleach. Your skin is not dirt that needs to be cleaned out like yesterday's shirt. You are comprised of sienna, chestnut, and warm mahogany. Dark as the night sky, constellations are tucked neatly underneath your bones. Your skin reminiscent of the hot chocolate that warms winter nights. Like rings around a tree stump, you too have history etched into your melanin. Don't let the glaring whiteness, blind you from the beauty that you are. "

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.