Our Love Will Tell

Our Love Will Tell

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This is the Sequel to "Time Will Tell". If you have not read it, please do so. <> "You know what Whitney? I've done everything I've could for you and you hurt me like this?!" Amarquis bent down and coughed. I rushed over to him and grabbed his arm as he coughed dryly. "Get your fucking hands off of me!" Amarquis slug my arms away. "But I wanna help." I pleaded "You wanna help me? Then sign these fucking papers. My chest doesn't hurt from being sick, it's because of you! A nigga heart broke." After breaking up with NFL star, Amarquis Brownlee, everything seems to go down hill for her. Somehow she finds herself back in the hands of a old flame. Old faces reappear and definitely will have important roles now. Will their love conquer all or will they be torn apart forever? Mature Content Present. Please be patient with updates. Remember to vote and comment. Love you all, xoxo Kiersten.
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Mishelle Jackson wasn't your typical 'nerd'. She was a smart mouthed, quick witted, glasses wearing Black girl that came in a curvy package. Her main problem though: she had a pension for helping those in need. When the star quarterback needs some study help, she jumps at the opportunity. No matter how irritating and unavailable he might be. Excerpt: My eyes spring open as I scramble out of Deshaun's embrace. This was definitely no angel. No, this was a doberman shepherd in a 18-year-olds body. "You know my name is not Molly," I say. My hands on my hip as I rolled my neck at the boy. "That doesn't sound like a thank you mamas," his deep voice lets out. The sound as smooth as his rich, coffee-colored skin (before the creamer.) Mamas? That must work on the hoes around here. Girl, you know you felt a tingle stop playing. Like hell I did! My stare hardens on the dread head in front of me, in the dimness of the library he seemed darker than usual, his tattoos melding into one as he takes a step towards me. I pretended my heart didn't race as he stepped into my space, his vanilla and mint scent enveloping my senses. "You got a lot of sass on you," he says. "For a nerd." (A/N: Time Skip in story, the characters are not in HS the entire plot)

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