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ACAB

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CarleaWilson882

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I researched many POC killed by officers and all of them are in here. all of these people died due to racist officers and due to the messed up system no one seems to care. many of these people and there story's didnt make it to mainstream media and I want to show more people there story.

Along with that some other news about this matter.All Rights Reserved

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Heritage by AJadeLingers

This book follows an African American boy as he wonders over into the white community something not usually done. Considering that during the year 1830's New York was severely divided into pocket communities helping keep the oppressed oppressed, since they would live in cramped apartment buildings with other families while the rich lived in manors. While the immigrants worked in factories the rich turned towards investments. Matthews~ (African American) 6 years old and on the street. I watch the other children get handed bread. I watch them get taken into the homes made for children like us. My clothes are tattered and torn. I go to bed underneath boxes or in garbage cans to stay warm. Annabelle~ 20 years old, the daughter of a noble getting ready for another social event. I walk with the other women who are ahead of me. They are giggling and talking about the recent engagements, the recent social gatherings, the recent investments that potential suitors have made, yet I am simply not interested. I would rather get a job. I want to get down and dirty. Daniel~ 21 years old, a nobleman that owns quite a few acres of land for farming. Father finally died. Leaving the estate to me. I will now be able to rent out the land instead of having father put outrageous buying prices on the damn property. No one can afford them in today's day in age. Not to mention that once the property is divided up into the sectors with their own little cottages we could have our own little self-sufficient economy if I play my cards right. No, my father ever the man he was decided it was too much of a risk. Well you can roll over in your grave. I never did like him. *Warning: There may be some harsh scenes while Matthews are on the streets, and scenes that deal with death. Please be aware of this as you read. # in Historical Fiction as of: 931~ 7/14/17 302~ 7/22/17 288~ 7/24/17

Disarm Evil by RituVedi

**Story complete!** Dima, the disowned heir of a nobel family, and Miya the pious legacy of a family of peacekeeping giant moths, are your standard white saviors sent by god to save the people of lower society from themselves. They start their mission as honorable law enforcement officers specially trained to render criminals incapable of repeating offenses, all the while sparing each life for its sacred value. How kind of them... However, after bearing witness to some fellow officers committing atrocities, and bringing a stop to it, Dima and Miya feel like missionary work may better suit them. Though before they can act on their new calling, those officers they "rendered incapable of repeating offenses" take their revenge, which ultimately strands Dima and Miya among those they sought to save. Deep in the slums of society and under the care of a struggling family. No problem. Your place in society is a simple matter of your abundance of virtues and minimal vices. So it is only a matter of time before their virtues place them back where they belong and justice can be served... If only the world were so simple.

𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑶𝑵 𝑼𝑺|Book 2 by nenewritesometimes

NOTE: THIS IS A SEQUEL TO EYES ON US STORY! PLEASE READ BOOK ONE FIRST BEFORE READING THIS ONE. STORY ARE FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗡 𝗨𝗦... It's easy to love someone when things are perfect and everything's wonderful. But, to love someone when things are difficult, when they're not being perfect, when they're messing up, flaws are seen, mistakes are made...that's what really allow you to see how much love there is really. Anyone can love someone who doing and saying all the right things, being everything you want and need, when they're got it all together and it all figured it out. But, to love someone at their lowest, to love someone despite how broken they feel, when they're lost, when you're willing to stand by them no matter how challenging or difficult things may be, that kind of love is a lot more beautiful. That kind of love is a lot more meaningful. Thank you for loving me both times when things are good and bad, up and down. Thank you for taking in every aspect and part of me, accepting my flaws, forgiving my mistakes and helping me become the best version of me. 06/26/2021-02/19/2022 Rankings: #181 in black 9/16/2021 #2 in blackcharacters 9/16/2021 #570 in urban 9/16/2021 #20 in urbannovel 9/16/2021 #3 in blackstory 9/16/2021

Orders and Conscience: An Among Us Fanfiction by Northwind808

The door slid open without a sound and I found myself punched in the gut. All along the walls were pictures of friends and family. How could I take this away from someone? All of this opportunity and hope? Who was I to decide that he should die? I saw fearful grey eyes staring up at me. "I'm sorry about this. It'll be over soon." Looking away, I slit his throat. His body fell to the ground with a thud and I took a step back. I had just killed someone whose name I didn't even know... K'dela has always been trained to always follow orders. No matter how you think about it, no matter how wrong it seems to be, never, ever, question it. Your life might depend on it. But when orders are to kill others, doesn't it mean that you're sacrificing others, potentially thousands of others, just to save one life; yourself? Honestly, K'dela never had a big problem with it, until she met someone who might just be worth defying orders for. TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, blood, death. This book contains characters that are part of the Lgbtq+ community, in particular gay relationships, bisexual characters (not openly stated), aro and ace-spec characters, and a transgender character (post-transition). If you do not support any of this, please don't read or don't comment any hateful things. The point of including this kind of diversity is to help normalize this kind of content, not to be open to hate of any sort. NOTICE: Due to the unfortunate rise in mock websites, this is a disclaimer that this book is only being published on Wattpad. Please leave whatever other website you are reading this on and check out the original book. Let me know if you have stumbled across this book on another website. Plagiarizing is not acceptable and while I am thankful that you enjoyed the story enough to take the time and effort out of your day to copy it, it is disrespectful to use someone else's work without their consent. Photo from "Impostor Black Shadow Adult Tee" by Innersloth

Family Comes First by CRAZY40429

Being alone? Check. Being afraid? Check. Being abused? Check times 3. Honestly, my life wasn't this bad before, not until I ended in foster care... SIKE! My life was always bad. From the moment I was born, I lived with an abusive father who blamed me for my mother's death, and even I couldn't disagree with him. Here are a few questions I am constantly asked: 'Do I do well in school?' No, are you kidding me? The only subject I'm good at is Visual Arts. 'Do I have a kind and caring family?' No, I don't think I do. 'Do I have anyone who cares about me?' No, I'm a loner and socially awkward. 'Do I have privileges?' No, if you haven't understood the message yet, I live in an abusive household. Now, you might ask if there are any questions the answer is yes. I'll give you some. 'Do I want to die?' Yes, I sometimes do. 'Do I feel alone in this world?' Yes, always. 'Do I get a beating every day?' Yes. *** This is Amara Williams, a 13 year-old with average grades and no friends. What happens when her only guardian, her dad, is dead? What happens when she finds out that she has five older brothers who are not only strict and demanding, but also protective assholes? More importantly, what happens when she finds out that she was taught lies from the moment she was born? Follow Amara as she digs deeper into her family history, uncovering the secrets and discovering the lies. ___ ⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ There will be mentions of abuse, r@pe, self harm, death, and many other dark themes. I have given a warning now, and I will give a TW in each chapter when reading for safety reasons. However, I want all of my readers to know what to expect so that they can decided for themselves if they want to read. Read at your own discretion! ____ Highest Rankings: #1 in Rules: Oct. 18. 2020 #1 in Truth: Jan. 16. 2021 #1 in Alcohol: Jun. 18. 2021

Their Journey. by KxyBee

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Trust The Process by JKmaritown

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The Trouble with Trust [COMPLETED] by AlleyandMisha

I'm about to tell you a story about a girl. A normal girl. A girl that had no cares in the world, until her trust for it was stripped away. When you read her story, you'll find yourself trusting her, loving her, rooting for her. But you see, not everyone gets to trust the world. Not everyone has a happy ending. --- Halfway through the kiss however, his attitude changed; instead of being a loving embrace, it became a fierce trap. His grip on her waist tightened, trapped her where she was instead of simply holding her where he wanted her. The hand in her hair grabbed a section of it, enforcing his demand for her not to go anywhere. Before she knew what was happening, he left go of her hair, and pushed her to the ground. She gasped, suddenly able to breathe. He stood up and walked over to her. He placed a soft hand on her cheek, just like he used to when he was telling her how special she was to him. None of the emotion was there this time however, all she could feel radiating from his was rage. "You shouldn't have run off, babe," he said bitterly. "I was about to show you how much I loved you. Instead, I now have to show you what happens when you anger me." --- The men regarded her, before she was shoved to the ground and one produced a whip. There, laying broken on the floor, as the other girls watched, she was whipped. Slowly, she felt her skin breaking in time with her heart and her will.

caught in between two gangs [discontinued] by stories_foryouu

[Discontinued] Gunshots went off we all looked at each other people started running in different directions. I turned around and he laid lifeless in front of me. "SHIT bruv we need to go!, we need to go! The feds are on their way!" "Are we just going to leave them here, let's call the ambulance!" "BRUV WE SET THEM UP! we will end up in jail!" "ight ight lets go bruv what are we still doing here!" Who? Why? What's going on? Who killed who? Read on to find out what's going on... *** I'm currently editing some parts and changing things as when I started this book in all honestly I had no idea what I was doing so its not perfect and not up to my standards. I'm not changing the story line so you don't have to reread the chapters its not going to be that drastic.

Efímero | His Legacy | Formula 1 by VPTS0607

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Heritage

This book follows an African American boy as he wonders over into the white community something not usually done. Considering that during the year 1830's New York was severely divided into pocket communities helping keep the oppressed oppressed, since they would live in cramped apartment buildings with other families while the rich lived in manors. While the immigrants worked in factories the rich turned towards investments. Matthews~ (African American) 6 years old and on the street. I watch the other children get handed bread. I watch them get taken into the homes made for children like us. My clothes are tattered and torn. I go to bed underneath boxes or in garbage cans to stay warm. Annabelle~ 20 years old, the daughter of a noble getting ready for another social event. I walk with the other women who are ahead of me. They are giggling and talking about the recent engagements, the recent social gatherings, the recent investments that potential suitors have made, yet I am simply not interested. I would rather get a job. I want to get down and dirty. Daniel~ 21 years old, a nobleman that owns quite a few acres of land for farming. Father finally died. Leaving the estate to me. I will now be able to rent out the land instead of having father put outrageous buying prices on the damn property. No one can afford them in today's day in age. Not to mention that once the property is divided up into the sectors with their own little cottages we could have our own little self-sufficient economy if I play my cards right. No, my father ever the man he was decided it was too much of a risk. Well you can roll over in your grave. I never did like him. *Warning: There may be some harsh scenes while Matthews are on the streets, and scenes that deal with death. Please be aware of this as you read. # in Historical Fiction as of: 931~ 7/14/17 302~ 7/22/17 288~ 7/24/17