"Man." I sighed. "It's just something about HER." Jordan Banks, is living good for 26 year old. He just opened up a nice Nightclub in Philadelphia, which is doing great. He's living his dream. But he needs someone to live it with. When he runs into Christina, the bartender what will happen? Christina Thomas. A independent, stubborn, sassy 23 year old bartender that work at a new nightclub in Philadelphia. She wants to live her dream, which is opening up a hair salon. But who's she going to live it with? When she runs into Jordan; the club owner, what will happen? When the two cross paths, what will happen? ©Copyrights 2016----- LegendProductions U.S copyright law

Captivate; Attract and hold the interest and intention of.

noun: weakness. /ˈwēknəs/ -a person or thing that one is unable to resist or likes excessively.

Allure lightly chuckled, "Cmon Moo, you know you don't like girls like me."

"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.

She wasn't what he was used to....he had finally met his match.

Desiree is nothing but a regular female. It's her final year in high school and she couldn't be more excited about that fact. She then gets the idea of getting a prison pen-pal in which she does. So, in the middle of her senior year, Desiree starts writing to Vance Wright, inmate number 7475. He's serving his last year in Prison so how's it gonna go when he finally gets released and the two get to meet each other face to face? Is he the man she expected him to be? Is she the shordy he expected her to be? **YALL, THIS IS A SHORT STORY. **SOME CHAPTERS MAY BE SHORTER THAN OTHERS.

"i can tell you a pro, but baby be gentle,"

"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."