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If you write a selfless hero, let them get mad at people.

If you write a cold-heated villain, let them cry.

If you write a brokenhearted victim, let them smile again.

If you write a bold leader, let them seek guidance.

If you write a confident genius, let them be wrong, or get stumped once in a while.

If you write a fighter or a warrior, let them lose a battle, but let them win the war.

If you write a character who loses everything, let them find something.

If you write a reluctant hero, give them a reason to join the fight.

If you write a gentle-hearted character who never stops smiling, let that smile fade and tears fall in shadows.

If you write a no one, make them a someone.

If you write a sibling, let them fight and bicker, but know that at the end of the day they’ll always have each other’s back.

| Karrueche x Victor Cruz

The soft and silky feeling of the gold sheets gently caressing the collective bodies was almost as euphoric as the actual act that was being committed underneath them.

A whirlwind had been created between the pair and they had been attached to each other ever since the sun reached its peak in the sky.

During her pregnancy that seemed to be breezing by smoothly, Karrueche looked forward to whatever time she could get with Victor; fortunately for him due to her hormones Karrueche’s main idea of them spending time together consisted on them becoming one just like they were in that very moment.

It was as if the world stopped and nothing else mattered besides the two of them and the perfect symphony the always managed to create.

With one hand on the curve of her body and his other hand gently placed on her throat, Victor kissed Karrueche’s lips hungrily the second she tossed her head back.

“Baby let me know if it’s too much ok?” He mumbled against her lips as he continued to work himself in and out of her at a decent pace carefully. 

| Tremaine Neverson

I’m not crazy…

I was now a happily married man as of twenty-four hours ago with a beautiful wife and a bright future ahead of me; ahead of us.

So why was I on the plane hours from landing at my honeymoon destination with my wife cuddling my side thinking about another woman?

Wait…

Would Karrueche be classified as another woman?

Technically she was another woman which meant that I cheated on my wife and I’d broken our wedding vows before they were even said, but does it even count if I never made the promise to never cheat on her? Where in the bible or whatever religious book one believes in does it say that a man can or can’t have intercourse that may or may not happened before becoming married?

I mean seriously, did last night even happen and if it did why am I still caught in this euphoric haze that is her when I should have been in a blissful cloud of happiness because of her, my wife?

At that very moment, I held my phone clutched tightly in the palm of my hand contemplating if I should turn my service on and finish texting Chris about Karrueche’s whereabouts while constantly glaring down at Tanaya to make sure she didn’t see anything.

The text thread between Chris and I hours before was damn near taunting and haunting me as I kept looking at my iPhone x’s illuminating screen, re-reading our conversation before being told by the flight attendant that I had to turn my phone off had been scorched into my brain as well as the images from last night.

“Fuck,” I mumbled feeling my skin heat up at just the thoughts of her being in front of me again. But she wasn’t and wouldn’t be until we flew back overseas to the states and I could convince Chris to drop her off at my old condo in the meantime. “Baby… Naya wake up ma." 

She stirred around in her sleep slightly before letting out a soft and short snore causing me to roll my eyes.

Waking up to a baby foot in my back, I stretched and got out the bed, looking around to make sure Dallis was still breathing I walked out of the room, and down the stairs to the kitchen to get breakfast ready. I navigated my way through the kitchen thinking about Chris. I don’t know how or why I ended up meeting him, but I’m forever grateful for it. I feel like, things are going well, and I’m beginning to like him. Turning around to my phone that was on the charger from last night, I decided to call Mama J, since she wanted to speak to me last night.. Finding her number in my contact, I tapped her name, watched it dial, and placed it on speaker. After about 3 rings she picked up. 

“Hello beautiful, good morning. “ she said into the phone. 

“hey mama, good morning how are you ?” I responded, as I placed Dallis’ waffle in the maker. 

“i’m alright, getting ready to go to the grocery store, Im glad you called tho, what’s going on with mom and dad?” She asked. 

“we’re just not seeing eye to eye… about anything.. he asked me to come and sit it at the rehab but, we got into an argument about it, so I left. No big deal..” I said as I cut up the watermelon I was going to give Dallis when she woke up. 

“but baby, you guys have been through a lot in the time that you’ve been home.. you need to just talk it out with them, and come to an understanding.” Mama J said to me. 

“you’re right, ma .. I don’t know.. I’ll think about it, what are you doing today ?” I asked. 

“ I have a couple meeting to go to for Chris’ clothing brand.. hey do you wanna come with me?” She asked. A little hesitant, because I used to do fashion in high school and all through half of my college career.. 

“Uh, yeh.. you know what, I’ll go with you… after I drop Dallis off, just send me the address, I’ll meet you.” I simply said, as I watched Dallis crawl onto the couch, and picking up the remote. 

“Ok baby, I’ll see you soon.” She said, and we both hung up the phone.  Turning around to Dallis, I greeted her. “Good Morning, my princess..” 

“Mornin mama. I want pancakes.” She said to me. Smiling, “ Come baby, to the table.” I said as I scooped her up, as she giggled loudly, and I put her in her booster seat to the table.  Putting the plate in front of her, she chowed down.

Bailey

My knees nearly gave out, almost causing me to collapse. I felt as if someone ripped my heart out and was forcing me to think logically and without the only emotion I wanted to express. My eyes had to be playing cruel tricks on me. I couldn’t fathom the idea of something this tragic happening and I was the only one to bare some sort of witness to it. My natural instinct was to run and act as if what I just witnessed, wasn’t true. But I couldn’t as my feet treaded softly towards Riley. His eyes looked completely life-less but he was fighting, I know he was. When I was within close enough proximity to him, I searched his body for any signs of a gunshot wound and came up fruitless. His hands were shaking but he did his best at pointing towards his lower abdomen. I breathed deeply, lifting his Supreme sweater up and spotted the wound. Tears forcefully spilled out of my eyes as I screamed for Ryan to come.

Bailey

Ralph Lauren cologne is exactly what wafted through the air. The mysterious man was no longer sitting inches away from me but had now moved only mere centimeters towards me. My breathing hiked quite a bit as I struggled to keep my cool and calm composure. It hadn’t even been a full minute since he decided to be seated closer towards me and since then, I’ve been trying to figure out why – and why haven’t I moved furthermore. The last few words he had said to me had me completely on edge but as Ryan stated, I couldn’t show fear for the life of me, even though I wouldn’t to begin with. I just couldn’t quite grasp, why would I be put into the middle of things when I haven’t done a thing to anyone? Fucking with Ryan will do just that I see. Sighing loudly, the man next to me looked at me with a grin before tucking his phone away.

I closed my eyes as I whined my hips to It’s a Vibe while holding onto the pole. The eyes I felt on me gave me a rush. I opened my eyes and scanned over the crowd under the pink and blue lights, stopping once I landed on my prey for the night. As my eyes met his that were already locked on me, I smirked.

I had him right where I wanted him.

As the beat sped up and the voice of Trey Songz oozed out of the speakers, I sped up my movements, alternating my hips, my eyes never leaving his. I watched as the tip of his tongue slowly crept out of his mouth and slid over his plump bottom lip. He sat back in his chair and widened his legs, but it wasn’t me who was in wanting, it was him. Besides, this whole show of mine was just an act. A job I wouldn’t be doing if I could afford my college tuition. While the stranger in the crowd’s mind is full of fantasies of all the things he wanted to do to me sexually. Mine was filled with how much I’d rather be at home watching reruns of Martin on BET, and what I was going to eat once my shift was over, and I’m back to being Tiffany. But I wasn’t Tiffany right now. I couldn’t be her right now.

Tonight I was in a zone.

Tonight nothing else mattered but getting this money.

Tonight I was Hypnotic.

Adrian

“Admiration is lovely when it doesn’t come with a cost.”

A thick cloud of smoke circled around the room, pushing in the direction of the open window. The once perfectly rolled blunt, was now deteriorating by the second, along with my lungs. I took a quick glance at the blunt and placed it in the ashtray. There was no point in continuing to smoke it when there was barely anything left. With my blunt finished, I paid attention to what was in front of me for the past two hours. I’ve been gone for a minute, but I wasn’t expecting to come home to this. Shaking my head, I opened the newspaper and turned to the correct page that held the information I was looking for. In italic, bold letters, the words Harlem Native, Killed - stood out to me the most. The newspaper was an old one for sure, but this was the first time I was reading something like this. I shook my head in a disapproving manner while continuing to read the article. It’s been exactly ten months since this occurred, and it seems that I was the only one who didn’t know a thing concerning it.