London

“Can I call you Daddy, too?" Man! I had to chant, "Thugs don't cry. Thugs don't cry," about a hundred times. This little girl stayed testing my gangsta, melting a nigga's heart. I saw tears well up in her eyes and realized I hadn't answered her. Her feelings were hurt! "Lady bug, I'd be happy if you called me Daddy. I love you so much.”
― Elle Kayson, The Beauty of This Street Love 3: A Texas Tale

“I hate you, too,” he whispered, his mouth hovering right above mine, his body sinking deeper and deeper into me. “I hate you cuz I wanna get bored with you, but I can’t. I hate you cuz I wanna get tired of yo’ pussy, but I can’t. I hate you cuz I wanna feel annoyed when you say my name, but I can’t. I hate you cuz my muhfuckin’ dick wouldn’t even work because she didn’t smell right or feel right or sound right.”
― Elle Kayson, Demon's Dream

“I side-eyed her, cutting her off. “Yo’ ass bossy, stubborn, and stay tryna handle niggas. But all I gotta say is yo’ name, and that rah-rah shit stops. And yo’ personality in my room is nothing like yo’ personality outside it. Why you think that is?” Her mouth was wide open, a blush heating every inch of her face.”
― Elle Kayson, Demon's Dream

“Don’t put all that shit back on. How the hell do y’all breathe in that?” he scolded me. “Just so you know, when I say keep my pussy on lock, that ain’t what I mean.”
― Elle Kayson, There's Still Beauty in This Street Love: Her Fallen Angel