Reaping the seeds from what she’s sown; Cheney Reynolds moves into a historic neighborhood in Ferguson, Missouri, and becomes a reclusive.
Her first neighbor, the incomparable Mrs. Beatrice Tilley Beacon aka Grandma BB, is an opinionated childless widow. Grandma BB is a self-proclaimed expert on topics Cheney isn’t seeking advice—everything from landscaping to hip-hop dancing to romance.
Then there is Parke Kokumuo Jamison VI, a direct descendant of a royal African tribe. He learned his family ancestry, African history, and lineage preservation before he could count.
Unwittingly, they are drawn to each other, but it takes Christ to weave their lives into a spiritual bliss while He exonerates their past indiscretions.
Santana is up next to take over his father’s empire; but when his eyes meet Bella, he soon has to choose between something that might last forever and a temporary setback.
Torn Love takes you into the life of Bella and Santana, who were given everything on a gold platter until they decided to play both sides, causing guns to be drawn, blood to be shed, and lives to be taken, all because of a little thing call Love.
Shayna is intelligent, sexy and wicked which is total opposite from the persona that she gives off to everyone around her. Her good girl persona goes down the drain the moment she comes face to face with her husband’s mistress. Shayna discovers a mound of secrets and vows to let both her husband and his mistress suffer a fate reserved only for those that betray. As Alijah attempts to maintain both a wife and mistress he’s also dealing with making more money than he will ever be able to spend.
While Shayna, Sierra and Alijah go to combat with each other Alijah discovers that young goons are trying to kill him and the feds trying to lock him up for life. He must now figure a way to stay alive and free. With no one to turn to, nowhere to hide, Alijah must rely on his gut instinct of survival and his knowledge of the game while still trying to maintain love in his life. The question is, from whom– His wife or his bottom bitch?
Travel a journey filled with lust, greed and larceny as a triangle of sins goes haywire with no one to blame but each other.
When deceit spreads like a plague will Mox maintain his position… or will he fall victim?
“Whatever bitch, kill me…I still whooped that hoe ass…she ain’t nothing but a hoe! A straight hoe! Who gives a fuck?”
Thad came up next to me and kicked Lo-Ki in his mouth so hard, one his molars flew out the side of his mouth. “Shut the fuck up you weak ass bitch.” Thad yelled as drew his size 13.5 foot back and kicked him in his stomach.
I heard Kam chuckle behind me and knew he thought the shit was funny. I placed my hand on Thad’s shoulder gently and he snapped back into reality. Stepping back behind me he muttered more threats at Lo-Ki.
“I give a fuck…and obviously so do my guys.” I smiled a little tucking my .22 back inside the back of my skinny jeans. “Listen…I’m not going to kill you…that would be me letting you off too easy playa…but I am going to fuck your mothafuckin ass up,” I said and motioned for Thad and Kam to hold him down. “You’re going to think twice about talking about women again, at least me and my girls. If I even hear through the streets that you running your mouth, threatening anyone within my set, or raising your hand again to one of my girls again, I’m going to be back but it’s going to be worse.”
“What you going to do bitch…Nothing I haven’t taken before…Only thing left to do is down me.” Lo-Ki snickered, “Dumb bitch.”
I smiled my own cocky grin and instructed Kam and Thad to continue holding him down. I drew back my six-inch stiletto red bottom heel and rammed it in between Lo-Ki’s legs.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Lo-Ki’s screams pierced the whole apartment building.
“Oh…am I still that dumb bitch?” I asked hypothetically. I brought my heel back again and kicked even more powerfully than I had done the first time. I repeated the kick to Lo-Ki’s groin over and over until blood began to seep through his jeans. I bent down next to him and whispered as he shuddered in pain, “Nigga…you gon’ learn today…that you done fucked with the wrong dumb bitch.
I held out both of my hands for Thad and Kam to give me their .45’s. Without a second thought, I placed the nose of the guns to each of Lo-Ki’s legs right above the kneecap, and fired both simultaneously.
“Fuck! Ahhh!” he screamed over and over.
“Don’t have much to say now huh?” I asked knowing he wouldn’t be able to give me one of his smart-ass responses he had been giving me since I had stepped foot through the door.
I stood back up and looked down at my shoes. “Shit,” I frowned at my bloodied red bottoms. I looked at the cash still stacked on the table, stepped over Lo-Ki, and picked up a few of the stacks of cash and inserted them into my fur coat pocket. “This is your donation to a new pair of red bottoms that you done fucked up,” I said stepping back over him and walking towards the door.
Lo-Ki’s response was just more crying and screaming in pain. I nodded for Thad and Kam to follow me as we headed out of the dope spot. Walking down the stairs people were peeking out of their doors being nosy, trying to find out what happened. Just as we got back to my cream-colored Escalade, I turned around and said, “Somebody needs to call an ambulance…and y’all better not say shit.” Without another word, I stepped up into the backseat and Thad closed the door behind me. We drove off slow…not fast. There was no need to speed, we knew that they would keep their mouths closed…just another tally for street cred and respect.
Gangsta Girls by Coco J
Zyla WIlliams had the perfect life. She was the only child of Zyier and Gabrielle Williams. But on one tragic day Zyla watched her father get gunned down. Six years later, all Zyla wants is payback and for her father killers and the man responsible for his death to suffer. With her best friends by her side, she wanted goes after the man responsible.