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  • Black Love Smells Like Honey & Coconut | Short Story
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    a Black Love Story... Is anyone really an expert on this thing called love? Copyright © (2017) Glyniss W. (glynie_). All Rights Reserved. #saveblackcharacters

    Completed   Mature
  • The People Are Blind (NANOWRIMO)
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    Leia Kearle is a normal IT assistant, who can see numbers on people's skin. These numbers correlate to how dangerous you are for instance, knife wielding maniac? An eight. little girl? A one. Leia's never seen a ten before, but one day he just strolls through the door of her work place, the new intern with ten makin...

  • Grace
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    He slowly turned to me with the meanest look I've ever seen on his beautiful face. His long legs allowed him to take three short steps towards me until we were face to face. He leaned down to reach my height and then pushed me against the wall. "I don't do relationships," he said very coldly. My heart dropped but my...

  • The Musings of a Girl Named Freedom (UNFINISHED)
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    All Rights Reserved to brxwnshuga_ 2016 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Freedom always had a thing for Khari Stanford. Khari always had a thing for Freedom Richardson. It's the reason why their eight-year-old hearts shattered to pieces when he left wi...

  • Her.
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    ©COPYRIGHT 2016 ALL CONTENT IN THIS STORY BELONGS TO PAMELA WATSON (KNOWN HERE ON WATTPAD AS @FCKINGSINATRA) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ** [Lowercase intentional] brows knitted in concentration, his pencil glided across the page. he shaded his frustrations and rage. he sketched the frame of his vulnerability and admirati...

  • His Damsel In Distress| Rewriting
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    His eyes burned with isolation Drenched in money engrossed in isolation His eyes burned. They were longing, lust filled possessed and trance instilled, they burned. Buried in the lies and deceit of his wrong doings; day after day, month after month he said nothing of his affection. Tears, droplets of anger and regre...