3 Sides To Every Story ON HOLD

3 Sides To Every Story ON HOLD

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Romance
3 beautiful,young,trill cousins. Who have been down for each other since birth. Theirs the oldest Jay the "thug chick". Chanel the "prissy bitch", Breá the "level headed one . Together these are some bad bitch you don't wanna be caught slipping with. They all can be cool but fuck around and their ratchet Atlanta side will beat that ass . Read along to witness their love life's , drama and some crazy ass party's . ** Authors note , this story is Co-written by the females on the cover . Very sexual, Explicit language . Rated R
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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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