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“Hey, baby girl. Daddy needs your chocolate ass to get better. Me and you got some unfinished business, young lady. Plus, daddy needs some more of those scrubs. They are working for my hair and my face, Nae. I never told anybody this before, but I need you, baby.” Wait a minute… I think I know that voice, or do I? Damn it, my brain is starting to hurt. “She smilin’ a lil’ bit, bro. Keep talkin’.” “Baby, you need to get better so we can figure out what hoe ass nigga did this to you. I promise they are gon’ die. You mine, shorty. I don’t care about that wack ass nigga you got. You can believe that shit, T-Rose.” Is this the guy from California my dad was talking about? He knows me. He sounds good as hell and he likes my scrubs. I hope he looks as good as he sounds. T-Rose? Someone called me that before. Damn it! No one can hear me. Why can’t nobody hear me? “We have to go now, Trenae. Get better.” Finally,”
― Bianca, Can't Hide From Love 2: A Boss' Obsession

“Hey, we’d like a bottle of Grey Goose. Keep the change,” I said and handed the sexy looking guy in a suit the hundred dollars that Sarah had given me. This move worked for Sarah a lot and she had only recently started making me do the initial contact. I’d agreed the first time and then been roped into doing it ever since. I walked away right after handing him the money and joined Sarah a few feet away.”
― Sarah J. Brooks, The Baby Package

“Picking a man based on his identifiable features and education wasn’t exactly a romantic way to have a child. I’d chosen the hair color, eye color, and height as if this person was some doll I was ordering to fit predefined criteria. In real life, finding a mate was so much more involved yet in some aspect it was easier because you knew you loved the person. When you were in love I imagined that the specific looks of your partner wouldn’t be an issue.”
― Sarah J. Brooks, The Baby Package

“Bitch, what the fuck you come running out like that for! You know when one of us run, we all fuckin’ run! I damn near collapsed a lung running out the damn house!” “It… there… it…” “Deep breaths, Gianna. In through your nose and out through your mouth,” he coached me. After a few minutes of doing that, my breathing had gotten back to normal.”
― Kyoshi, Zyon and Gianna 3: A North Carolina Love Story