𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚘 , 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎.

"Eloquence; To be fluent and i want to be fluent in everything you, from the different ways you smile to the way you taste" Because black girls deserve a peaceful, wholesome love story.

After enduring multiple types of abuse by her parents for most of her childhood, Yasmine finally escapes and moves in with her best friend and her mother. Yasmine doesn't trust many people nor has had many friends growing up due to her parents keeping her trapped in her own home. As Yasmine meets Rocky will he open her up and break her free or will she stay the shy introverted Yasmine? AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey I just wanted to say thanks for opening my book and I really hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to follow me so you get notified when I update my work and post important messages. I also wanted to say that I do not own any of these pictures I use in my book. They have all came from Google, Tumblr, Instagram, & ect. Much love❤️

Sometimes the side chick is better.

"Hello, Sincere. How are you feeling today?" "Same as everyday, can't sleep, can't eat.." I trailed off, looking down at Sinclair who had a perfect mixture of both V and I. "That's not good." She said and I shrugged. "None of this is." I said and she nodded understandingly. "Have faith." She said, placing her hand on my shoulder and I nodded. I tried hard to keep the tears in because I had to be strong for everybody. The family was really going through it and I just wanted her back in my arms. V had my heart and if I lost her for good, I'd never look for love again. The doctor walked out as I sat there quietly and Clair looked over my face while she made spit bubbles. I bit my bottom lip, holding back tears as I looked at V laying there with tubes in her. Not able to hold on any longer, I broke down. "Baybeh, I need you..." I trailed off, shaking my head. "I need you so bad, I can't do this shit. I can't do life with you." I explained, looking down at the floor. "We need you, ma." My voice cracked, looking over to Sinclair who was still looking up at me. "Our baybeh girl is so beautiful, ma. I want you to see her, I want you to see her grow up. I want you to be here with us.." I trailed off, collecting my words. I wiped my face as more tears poured down and I shook my head, sighing deeply. "Wake up, baybeh." I spoke, breaking down as I bit my bottom lip.

"Woah, slow down. What?" I heard him say and I furrowed my eyebrows, looking up. "Ma.." He trailed off and I already knew it was his mother. "That has nothing to do with you." He said and I sat up because I could hear him getting angry. "What's wrong?" I asked him and he put his phone on speaker. "I can't believe you got that little.." She trailed off, too angry to even get her words out. "..whore pregnant, Sage." "And then the little slut gets an abortion, I hope she knows that she will rot in hell." She said and my heart dropped. He hung up the phone on her before she could say anything else. "Baby." He looked at me as I bit my lip, standing to my feet. "Olive." He stood to his feet as well. I quickly walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me before Sage could catch me. I broke down crying as he stood on the other side of the door. "Babygirl, I love you." "I love you too." I told him, breathing heavily. "Don't cry, love. Nothing she says matters, she's just mad because I love you so much and there's nothing she can say to change that." "Open the door for me please?" I wiped my face before I slowly opened the door for him. "I'm done with her." He said, shaking his head. He pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist as he shoved his head into my neck. "Until she can learn to respect you as my lady, she's out of our life."

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?

𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪,

Caira Taylor and Carter Smith have known each other all their lives, and have been friends for as long as they can remember. But when Carter moves to New York, he leaves his life and Caira behind. They become young adults separately, and find each other five years later. A lot has changed in their lives and the relationship they once had will never be the same.

"Thank you, Loren. For everything." - M.S. When you're emotionally and physically in love with someone, does their past matter? What if you find out your partner's family is the cause of your parents death, would you still love them? Completed in 2016.