•But You're BLACK•

"The human race has lost it's way. We are no longer humans. We are colors. Judged by the color of our skin, but not the color of our hearts. Humans don't know that love has no color." - Anonymous MyKai is a normal seventeen year old girl, but her life is far from normal. She is biracial and lives on the racist streets of London. She doesn't know her father and her mother is a black prostitute. MyKai is brought into the sick world of turning tricks and sucking dick for money. What happens when she is almost sold to the famous Harry Styles? How will the world react to his new dark beauty? "Could someone like you ever love someone like me?" "No." "W-why not?" "Because you're black.." *This material belongs to Asia Rowe. Do not copy nor publish this story. This story has been published and edited by Asia Rowe. ©Copyright of 2014. All rights reserved.* This is not meant to offend anyone. I myself am half black and very proud. Please don't take offense to it.


2. release

©Copyright of Asia Rowe.

"...we are beautiful people... Since when did we become so fearful?"



We pushed our way past the flashing lights ignoring horrendous questions being thrown our way. Someone tipped off the paparazzi as to what bar we were at. I hated the paps. Their words were so venomous. It's like they had no feeling whatsoever towards other beings.

"Harry! Is it true about you and Nadine?"

"Is she aware that you are gay?"

"Harry, how does it feel to be a sex symbol?"

I scoffed at their lack of knowledge. I couldn't t have a female friend without the paps assuming we were an item.

I tried to ignore them but I failed completely. I let their venom infect me. I clenched my fists tighter. I felt my nails digging into the palm of my hand, surely I had cut into the skin.

After what felt like ages a long black limousine pulled into sight. I relaxed now knowing I was away from evil.

One by one we pooled into the car. The boys have been so excited and hyper and I couldn't blame them. We had just won 'artist of the year' and we were ready to celebrate. Correction, they were ready to celebrate. I wish I could enjoy the laughter everyone was sharing. To feel happy.

I was anything but. Only thing I could think about was the next hooker I'd take home. I was bound to get laid tonight. I had to release some stress and the best way to do it was sex. No strings attached, no explanations, no love. Just pointless, rough, paid for sex. Just the way I like it.

"Harry?" I was pulled out of my thoughts by Niall. I looked at the Irishmen in question. I had not been paying attention to them, or anything for that matter. I was so engulfed in my thoughts I hadn't noticed the four underdressed females that the lads picked up.

"I asked you a question." Niall stated furrowing his eyebrows. I sighed looking at the females that sat in front of me. All blonde. All sexy. All white. Just how I liked it.

"Sorry mate. I didn't hear the question." I tore my eyes from the girls and smiled slightly in Niall's direction.

"I asked which one of these lovely ladies will be accompanying you tonight." My eyes instantly wondered to the one with the short hair. She had bright green eyes with a slim face. Clad in nothing but a strapless red dress that stopped at her bum. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her thin red lips curved into a seductive smirk. I choose her.

"You." I nodded in her direction. Her left eye dropped into a wink. I was ready. Ready to release the evil that was pulsing through my veins. Ready to release my demons into this girl.





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