I Nia Gardson hated Aiden Thomas with all my guts, and I'm sure he hated me too. With his blonde hair, icy blue eyes and that smirk of his, it really got to me. And when he looked at me, I couldn't help but feel something other than hatred, maybe lust? But it couldn't be because I am not attracted to Aiden Thomas in any way. He is an arrogant douche, and trust me, I wasn't his type. He went for anything with a pretty face. And I for one, didn't care what he thought of me. Aiden Thomas just really got under my skin, and I didn't like it... "I probably sound insecure and scary right now, but that's what happens when boys get under your skin. They make you feel things you've never felt before and it completely fucks up your mind." Find out what happens to the two opposites and fall in love with their weird love. Their weird Hate, Their Weird Relationship.

TBA • The Boss' Aggression • Dante Grants A twenty something woman who just lost her only living relative to thugs. She was kidnapped by men and taken to an unknown property. Full of unknown people, and an unknown man. One thing was for sure, that demon of a man was no Angel. •The story is not edited•

Some people like the cookie. Some like the cream. I like them together, with some milk of course. But, I'm not talking about Oreos. Nope. This is my life. ___________________ BWWM ___________________ ©All Rights Reserved 2014. Disclaimer: read this book at your own risk. It's terrible. I was extremely young when I wrote this and did not know better. This book is an apt example of "it gets better" (or more tolerable) if you manage to stick around til chapter 17-18.

A woman who goes through everyday life trying to find what she needs most...The love of a strong man.... will a kiss that lasted a moment be enough for a lifetime?

- Single Mom Sage Collins isn't really one for romance, and after being asked to be her bestfriends maid of honor - her hopes of being married by the age of thirty disappear by the second. That is until Ansel Callahan, the groom's older, sexy, bestman sweeps into Sage's life with his dark past and secrets. As the duo gets closer Ansel unlocks a world of lust and sex that leaves her wanting more, but as obstacles, and ex's return will Sage, like her bestfriend, get her happily ever after? (2014)

Harmony Rodriguez . Is a beautiful young black woman. At the age of 24, she has finished college and started her own bakery. But there is one thing missing. Love. Anthony Jackson. He was an uptight rich white guy, as many had called him. Owning a very successful business in Rhode Island , he was busy quite often. Always trying to date, but never found 'The One. ' Until he went and met the spunky hot black girl Harmony. Can these to get along? Or will others try to tear them apart? Read The Color Of Love to find out. Interracial. This is © Copyrighted

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*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.