"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."

Success doesn't equate happiness. I've had to learn that the hard way over the years. With every disappointment, every let down, every heartbreak, my solution was to just achieve something. Gain a new award, a higher accolade, a bigger position. The distractions only work temporarily, but once it dies down you realize that you're left with just you. You realize that you're still alone, still a failure in other aspects of life, and still hiding from the past. My name is Brynn. I got married at nineteen to my college sweetheart, and at the age of twenty four I found myself packing up and leaving him in the middle of the night. During that ungodly hour is when everything starts to hit you, when everything begins to resurface. My husband never attempted to come after me, never even attempted to reach out to me. Yet I still find myself going to sleep with him on my mind. I can still feel his touch if I dream hard enough. I still find myself keeping up with his social media, following his life from a distance. Only in that ungodly hour do I let my fantasies roam free and allow myself to miss him. I allow myself to still love him, still care for him. As long as I know that once morning hits it's back to business, back to being distracted, and back to being alone.

AN URBAN NOVEL | Champion and Chanala- Mirrors could be deceiving. Are there people out there that look in the mirror and are truly happy with the person that they see in the reflective surface? Twenty-seven- year-old Champion Ortez McCoy wasn't too sure of that statement. Years of pointless relationships and friendships allowed for him to share mediocre connections with people that he thought were genuine and authentic, only for him to later uncover that the surface of someone was nothing but a layer that needed to be stripped away to reveal the true individual. When he comes across twenty-four- year-old Chanala Knights, a woman who is more like him in personality than he expected, he begins to question the value and practicality of life. The other side of the mirror, Past the Mirror, was the meat and flesh of the person that anyone would like to know. What happens when looking past the mirror causes more problems than one would expect? [ Highest Rank : ] #1 in Urbanlit #3 in Streetlit #4 in Streetlit #5 in Urbanlit

What if the love of your life only stood across the street from you? What would you do? Cross the street or wait for them to do so? Would you guys both make the attempt or let the busy streets wash past you guys and blind your eyes of the future you guys can have? Let the honking block your ears of the expression of love that could be once heard. Let the cars, trucks and buses block the views of the pumping hearts that hold value to you both. Let the bystanders get through you both erasing every memory you guys once accumulated. What would you do as you stand on his block?

"You no tell this girl that I said, I want no relations with a darkie?" She spat to me, making my eyes go wide. What? I thought to myself and Gio tried pulling me away but I snatched away from him, knowing I heard right this time. "Wait, what?" I spoke out loud and Gi grabbed me roughly, trying to pull me away again. "Why you saying these things? She's beautiful." I heard his abuelita sticking up for me as she stood to her feet and all the guys began to as well, telling their mom that she was wrong for what she was doing. "That puta heard me." She spat, pointing her finger at me. "You're too dark." She held up a brown paper bag that she was drinking her beer out of. "You no match this bag or lighter, you're too dark." "You look too much like his father. I no want you around me." She shooed me off, instantly breaking my heart into a billion pieces as I looked up at Giovanni who was looking down at me with hurt in his eyes. "Baby, please." He begged and I shook my head at him in disgust before putting my attention back onto her. "Get that darkness out of here, Giovanni. She's a demon." "Only demons have her color." She kept on going and I felt sick to my stomach in this moment as I stood there in complete shock.

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?

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After spending majority of his life feeling alone Dior, a very quiet and timid young man meets Isaiah a girl who has no issue trying to help him out of his shell or at least let her in to it. That's all I have😭😭...I suck at descriptions so read💙 Started off a little rocky but it gets better i promise. Just read Dior Johnson First wattpad book with Ginab.xo❤ #14 in Melanin 10March2021 #2 in Hoopers 19June2021 #4 in Diorjhonson 14September2021 #1 in Insomnia 5August2021 #3 in DiorJhonson 2September2021 #3 in Urbanlit 2September2021 #1 in Urbanfanfiction 7September2021 #1 in Trauma 15September2021

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