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Money Makin' (Completed) by Bee90s
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"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.
Renae Dreams (Currently Editing) by _jasthewriter
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Have you ever been homeless? Ever been without lights and water? Did you ever fear that the neighbors would catch you cutting the water on at the crack of dawn or fear that the water company would come around and remove the meter for having the water on illegally? No? Well, Renae has. Meet Renae Zuri Brown, your typical 19-year-old carefree girl living a not-so-glamorous life. She was born and raised in Virginia Beach; just trying to understand the harsh reality of 'struggling' She has a secret that only her little brother knows about and demons she's been trying to escape from. She doesn't smile the same anymore, but could things change? Kingston Stone, is a 22-year-old, aggressive yet ambitious, pretty boy from New Orleans with a similar past of his own. He had a style of his own, hustler and heartbreak mentality, that was until he stumbles onto "Library Girl's" path. Just 2 people from different hometowns with similar history fighting to make this complicated life work. She wants to keep him away but something keeps drawing him to her. She's never been in love and he normally hits and quits, can they beat the odds and fight through all of the darkness to see the light of their love? Will he be the one to save her, if it's from herself? Will they team up and create the dangerous Empire from the ground up or will he leave unable to handle the baggage that comes with her family? Let's find out.
To Kill a Kyng by pettibratz
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Kaoir "No Name" Prescott is the Capo-regime of the Prescott crime family. She manages her own crew within the family, and occasionally gets particular racket to run. But she always lived and loved the fast life, since that's what she's always had to do. Until she met the wrong match. Christopher "Kyng" Campbell is a high-class independent Mafia leader with plugs and connections in every city of California. Nobody ever dares to mess with him, and those who did, didn't live to tell the story. But Kaoir was that daredevil that would take him to the next level. His dominant ways wouldn't work on a vixen like her, and she might've been the only woman, only person, that didn't fear Kyng Campbell. And that made her a threat in his eyes. He didn't know what she knew, making it impossible to let her go. So he held her captive. But she didn't feel captive at all. She made sure she was a guest, not a pet. And what could Kyng do about it? With a woman as dangerous as her, absolutely nothing.
In My Head   by vrsceaura
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"𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒊 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖" a compilation of chris brown stories for your imagination
siyari. by reddnextdoor
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𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗂𝗒𝖺𝗋𝗂. DISCONTINUED.
All Back by KingMeKD
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Marissa was sure that she wanted her relationship with Chris to be over until he was involved in a car accident that left him with out memory. She thought that was a free pass for her to start over but instead it was Chris' free pass. Seeing him fall in love with someone else made Marissa fall back in love with him, but how can she convince Chris that it's her he wants when he has no memory of their relationship or what led up to his accident. copyright // 2011-2013
Louisiana Nights  by GrowToEvolve
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GrowToEvolve | 01 ______________________________________ - How will the Wests' second chapter go? Previously known as "Undercover Wests".
Temptations by nenewritesometimes
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If there wasn't anything she hated the most it was MEN. Sevyn Moore, 22, was the girl that had a huge hatred towards the other gender. She had her reasons why and she felt as though they were reasonable for a girl like her. Sevyn wasn't the type that fell for the filter men would put on before their true colors were shown. She didn't fall for the same three lines dudes would say to get in her pants nor the same repetitive and disrespectful gestures. She was all for actions, yes, but she knew how to differentiate between forced ones and the ones that came from the heart. Even sometimes the ones from the heart didn't feel real to her, but that was as close as she was going to get to a real man. She knew one day she wanted to get married and live a happy life Mr. Right. But, in a world where disrespecting black women for clout was a new trend, sneaky links existed, and being exclusive was always a problem to people, she preferred being single than dealing with a man-child. Or any man at that matter. But, that was easier said than done. In most cases she was ready to lay down with a man even if he was a walking red flag, but she controlled herself. That was until she met the man himself where the thought of doing bad felt so damn good. She was tempted, but wasn't easy. This is Temptation.
Put Your Love On | obj | ✘ by britxcvi
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(PREVIOUSLY TITLED SIX INCH HEELS) Remi Simmons has always been a go-getter: independent and thirsty for success. After a dysfunctional family home leaves her to fend for her self, she is adamant that she cannot depend on anyone and will make a way for herself, by herself. Everything seems to be tunnel vision for her until she starts an unusual relationship with her professor, Omari Beckham-a chill person within the classroom, with his own secrets lurking outside of it. As their relationship begins to evolve seriously, Omari teaches Remi not only the basics of psychology, but how to put her pride aside and become someone's equal.
Promise by astoldbylani
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A promise. It seems like the simplest thing in the world to keep. But so often, they're broken, empty and hollow. They seem like the easiest thing in the world to believe, but after the words are left out to bleed, after they leave you waiting and wanting, after all the emptiness and hollow words-how are you going to believe the one who actually say what they mean?