Saved By A Real One (Saved By A Real One, #1)

by Diamond D. Johnson

I wouldn’t know the first fuckin’ thing to even do with a boyfriend. How the hell do you treat it? A boyfriend… like what the hell do you do to make the nigga love you?

“Let me get it right now, and I’ll give you what’s in this pocket along with what’s in my other pocket,” he told me.

I realized that I would eventually have to kill Sky. I only felt this way because I felt like eventually, she was going to try to leave a nigga. I’d kill her before I let her leave me. Even right now, I didn’t want her leaving to see her sister for her birthday, but I knew she would more than likely only hate a nigga more than she already did, so I would let her go.

this is why it is so important for fathers or some type of male figure to be present in our lives. If not, we will stray and look for love in all the wrong places. I knew for a fact that if I had a positive male figure in my life, I wouldn’t be in this fucked up position that I was in right now.

I couldn’t stand no gimmie, gimmie ass bitch, who always had her hand out and shit. I swear, that shit was a major turn off for a nigga.

money is what makes these bitches moist.

you never really knew what someone was going through and why they had to resort to such drastic measures.

Niggas could be so damn controlling. They wanted to control every damn thing about you.

you only get one mother, so you have to work with what the hell you got.