SOON TO BE PUBLISHED BY W BY WATTPAD BOOKS! Danny's life gets turned upside down when she receives a mysterious sext from the school's notorious bad boy. ***** Danny Ashmore never imagined starting her senior year off with a broken heart and a pregnant sixteen-year-old sister. As her sister's stomach grows and the possibility of Danny going to college shrinks, she struggles to stay positive. That is, until she accidentally receives a dirty text message from an unknown number and is thrown head first into bad boy Sawyer Armstrong's life. Arrogant and drop-dead gorgeous, Sawyer is the last thing Danny expected, but as an unlikely friendship forms, she realizes he may be the best thing that's happened to her all year. [[Word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Cover designed by Cil Ojumo Content warning: this story contains themes of teen pregnancy

You grabbed my hand at my lowest.

You're mines I'm yours We're each other's lovers ©𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 2021- 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 2021

he got the same mind as me we both understand eachother a different type of way. hes a leader and I'm he's helper when he doesn't know what to do.

"Why do you do that?" "Do what?" "Talk down on yourself. Every time you get frustrated with yourself you resort to talking bad about yourself." "Those are just the words I use." I mumbled irritated at the conversation. I didn't sign up to be judged. I have my habits and he has his. "Find different words." ****** This is a black love story about Shunt'A Bunnt. She is a full bodied young woman. Like everyone with differing characteristics, she often feels like an "other". Surrounded by people that are successfully fitting in. Years of bullying, name calling, and isolation has taken a toll on her mental state. Throughout her young adult years, she will try to teach herself grace, compassion, and self-love. In her small high school Shunt'A meets Tyrie Jones. He is charismatic, strong willed, and confident. A complete opposite of her image. Under his tough exterior, he has a damaged heart that matches her own. A heart that longs for real acceptance, like two magnets they collide. Like two moths to a flame, nature takes its course. Can they stop themselves from getting burned? Previously known as Our Thick Urban Love

"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝."

Kaiser was always "rebellious and hard headed". She was a tough girl raised by her older brother Malcolm. So it was hard for her to embrace her girly and soft side. She usually never dated boys, because they were all too impatient to understand how she worked. She usually got her way when it came to everybody even Malcolm, but that list stayed short once she met King. King wasn't your typical man. He was discreet and quiet but powerful and well respected. But he did have some parts about him that were typical. He was part of the drug cartel along with Kaiser's brother Malcolm. King and Kaiser were never supposed to cross paths. They are both hard headed and stubborn, but put these two together and mix intense emotions, there is nothing anyone can do.

Everyone knew who he was and they all feared him. Except her. He had finally met his match in more ways that one.

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

"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.