Alani or Lani is 17 and halfway through her senior year she has had a very hard life, whether its battling with her self esteem due to weight and body issues or her father constantly beating her as soon as she steps into his line of view . Marco Morelli 18 and also halfway through his senior year although you dont see him much at school. Him and his 5 brother are known as one of the most cold, ruthless and feared mafia gangs in new york. What happens when Alani and Marco cross paths? lies, hurt, danger and maybe even love?

STOP If you have not read I Won't Let Go read it first. This is part 2 Ethan and Journee's kids are older and growing up too quick. Can this family withstand all that is coming or will the break. Things can be unbreakable and break

- Three years have passed and with time things do change, yet something's never do. True love, trust and family are things that stand the test of time through trials and tribulation they only get stronger. So why is it so different for Bentley and Ava? Secrets, lies and hidden truths haunt the life they have made together. Would these exposed secrets break them apart or make their relationship stronger?

Ethan is a Pastor and fire fighter Journee is a stripper and prostitute what does God have in store for these two This story is copy writen DO NOT STEAL I do not own none of the pictures or videos.

Essence is a teenager who is being abused by her dad's best friend, her "uncle". When her parents manipulate a sick twisted plan to take the baby away from her. Lucas is a social services worker who adopts Essence's baby. What happens six years later when Eseence learns the truth? Read to find out!

~~~ . . He let my hand go and cupped the side of my neck sinking his fingers up the back of my neck. I sighed leaning my head a bit back, before feeling my body shiver when used his thumb to run over my jawline. How did we end up here? We stared at each other for a sec, his eyes dropped to my lips then come back to my eyes. I slid my hands up his arms because they had no where else to go. I turned away from him, just for his hand that was on my hip to grab me by my cheeks. "You're drunk," I mumbled looking literally anywhere else but Mathias. "I am not," he moved his head to be in my eye view "Drunk," and just ended up pressing his forehead on mine, dropping the hand on my cheeks back to my hip. I closed my eyes tightly cause I couldn't look this man in the eyes for shit- The fact his hands were on me made it feel unreal, like it was another wet dream I was having of my boss. When his hands hadn't moved and nothing was said as if he was thinking of something to do. I opened eyes just as his head dipped into my neck, I swear I felt like melting on the floor right then and there. "Wait..."

Rose and Jayden are very much different yet very much alike. They've always disliked each other, ever since they were kids. After years of fighting and arguing inside and out of school their principal has had enough. She decides to pair them up in a particular class that they have together. English. So for the rest of their final year of high school they have to find a way to get along if they want to graduate. To them that's the worst thing that can happen. Maybe it won't be so bad after all. Rose may be a girl you can relate to. Jayden might be a guy to swoon over. Check it out! This entire story is being edited. There are some grammar mistakes! I'm working on it💜

Jackie caught her ex cheating when she walked in trying to surprise him for his birthday. This was 3 month ago so her best friend Shannon decided to surprise her with a trip to Vegas for Jackie's birthday. The plan was to take Jackie out and have her meet new guys since Shannon's motto is "The best way to get over a guy is to get under one." That's just what happens. Jackie meets Joseph, the two hit it off and have a drunken night together. Waking up leaves them in a bit of tough situation... Still wanting more of each other, the only thing standing in the way is the fact Joseph is engaged! Story will be told in both Jackie's and Joseph's POV. Keep reading because what happens might actually surprise you.

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."