Hmbw Stories

Aaliyah never planned on catching the eye of Leo Ramirez - the quiet, brooding basketball player who looks at her like she's trouble... .and like he'd burn the whole world for her.

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He was a heartbreaker. Leaving trails of shattered hearts in his wake. I could never let myself become one of them. The only way to keep my heart safe and our friendship intact was to never want more than he could give, or aleast never let him know. ****** "How's Vanessa?" "I don't know we broke up a month ago. Once I'm done with a girl, that's it. We don't talk ever again." My heart clenches at his confession. A little piece chipping away, knowing I could never risk losing him all because I wanted to be with him. I loved him. Maybe a a few years ago I could rationalise with myself, tell myself it wasn't love, that I was too young to know what love was. But it's been 11 years and I still felt the same way. Sadly this wasn't just a crush. "Why do you ask? You jealous?" He teases. "You have no competition, trust me. If you told me you wanted me I'd leave every girl behind." His suddenly sounded serious. I turn my head to look at him, in our squatting positions. Our eyes lock and I almost belive him. I shove him to his ass and rise. "Don't play with me, Tony!" I walk off angry and hurt.

this wasn't supposed to happen. what happens when you talk a lot of shit and can't back it up? you get your ass beat, and I was lucky enough to meet my match.

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15 year old Jesmina is sold to a CEO by her opioid addicted mother. follow her story as she finds herself and love in the most unlikely of places.

As a reader of color who barely is granted the opportunity to see herself in works that aren't a product of the stereotypical, mainstream media. I took it upon myself to create the media I wanted to see myself in. Rather than waiting for rain in a long drawn drought I decided to be the creator I needed. Join me! through my writing endeavors and creative adventures. @/Minyeoouisalm on tumblr [deleted]

Rose, your average teenage girl. She's funny, energetic, fun to be around, and more. But something that makes her different from the others is, severe combined immunodeficiency, also known as SCID, a disease. Causing her not to go outside, she still has a bright imagination of what the world looks like based off what her mother, Janet, tells her. She's been born with it and with it, comes no cure. She just wants to be let out to house for once and be free, but she knows that can't happen. Until one day... She sees this boy, Mason...Mason Perez. A tall hispanic boy, beautiful is what she thought, moved into her neighborhood, right next to her home. They talk and talk for weeks....she trusts him with her life....and yet, he changes it... . . . for better or for worse?

Years later, the Rojas family has grown. The twins Chris and Santi Rojas are now seventeen and Armani is now twelve. Life is beautiful until the twins fall for one girl... and she's the daughter of Javi. And Sebastian, Alden, and Javier all weren't prepared for the next move... it changed everything.

❝ like romeo and juliet. except we're not white. ❞ THEME +* ok ! 🖤 carti i wanna +* go ^ 🦋* !+ to pluto *+ _ slatt ! FATFACEDBARBIE © 2018

Love is fickle. Some people have that fairy tale type love. Others aren't so lucky. Regardless, everyone has a story to tell and this? This is mine. A/N: Prepare for fluff galore. | #295, #316, #317, #338(2x), #373, #428, #453, #455, #469, #513, #580, #639, #684, #704, #721, #732, #755, #759, #767, #777, #786, #803, #805, #825, #882, #856, #878, #889, #912, #917 and #999 in ChickLit |

Richard Edda is more than happy about his mom moving him and his siblings further from the city. A sixteen year-old boy excited about being closer to the beach for research instead of girls in bikinis should tell you a lot about him. Though he's very much a nerd, Richard has two best friends he always counts on : Yoki and Lance. One night, Richard sneaks out of the house and travels down to the beach's shore. Who knew that gathering seashells would turn into breaking rules and discovering new secrets?

College is supposed to be about plans-grades, internships, and timelines that make sense. Sabrina Baptiste, a sharp pre-law transfer who swore off chaos, isn't looking for distraction. Then Leo Santiago-Puerto Rican, dancer-athlete, moody with a soft grin and tattoos like a map-walks into her Florida heat and refuses to leave quietly. Their chemistry is instant. Their problems are, too. Leo's not-quite-finished business with his ex, Minji, sets off every alarm Sabrina owns. Boundaries get drawn. Lines get crossed. A tropical storm turns into a first time neither of them can pretend away. And when a bigger hurricane knocks out their power, the truth lights them up brighter than any streetlamp: love isn't magic-it's work. Set in Orlando's humid nights-Latin clubs, lechoneras off Semoran, Lake Eola sunsets-As Long as We Are follows two people learning to choose each other on purpose: past the ex, past the rumors, past the fear of empty rooms. It's Caribbean to Caribbean, culture to culture, storm to storm. Messy, honest, and open-door. © _RelleLebby_// R. L.

𝖄/𝕹 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊-𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖞 𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖙, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖜𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖌𝖊. 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖚𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖒? . . . . . . 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐!𝖋𝖊𝖒!𝖄/𝕹 𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘

A boy best friend is the guy who the girl wants to be the one, but she puts him in the glorified friendzone so that he's not the one who got a way. Delilah Hardaway & Tomas Delgado have been friends since the fifth grade and best friends since the eighth, when Delilah had to move away. Four years later, they're both seniors but, both are completely different. With time they've seemed to drift apart. Can they find common grounds and find the friendship they once shared?

"I was hoping you weren't as sick as me" "What do you mean-sick." "I mean I was hoping, you'd be repulsed by me. That you'd be disgusted by the idea of sleeping with who I am. But now, I'm glad you're ok with being wrong."

"And you say he said he loved you? " ' " Yes. " ' " ...and you believed him?" I freeze and let a small chuckles fall from my lips. " Yeah, I do. I do believe him. I love him. " " He used you. Don't let him control you-" " I AM NOT A VICTIM- when I was you weren't there for me so don't try to be now.."