THE CHRONICLES

THE CHRONICLES

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When you live in the hood nobody has high hopes for you to them your only options are playing ball, rapping ,selling drugs, or go to community college for Samari Allure she entered the gang life after her family was killed in a setup for murder leaving her to be all alone Samari faces a world full of trouble at only 18 she killed more people than she can count on both hands but don't let the pretty face fool you she is only into women but with a few friends a new face and shit load of mixed emotions can Samari really leave the drug game along and be on a straight path or will somebody from her past come and stir things up so come follow Samari into this roller coaster through THE CHRONICLES
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"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

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