HEIGHTS
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  • Reads 3,839
  • Votes 187
  • Parts 15
  • Time 1h 18m
Ongoing, First published Jun 29, 2014
"Leticia, you have no idea what kind of effect you have on me." His lips where closer to mine than ever, I could taste his intoxicating scent..

Leticia West is an african american girl who lives with her racist family, in a white urban neighborhood. She has perfect grades and a perfect attitude. But one day she meets an upper class guy named Harry, who she fell for. The only problems were, his racist family and his fiance. 


WARNING! This story contains sexual content, strong language and violance!
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