[ 𝟏𝟐:𝟑𝟑𝐩𝐦 ] 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. [ 𝟏:𝟑𝟑𝐩𝐦 ] ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ? [ 𝟖:𝟓𝟓𝐩𝐦 ] 𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱. 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. [ 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 ] 𝟗:𝟎𝟓𝐩𝐦. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 the only one who got me like this" His familiar drawl pierced the barrier of a door. The only thing that was hindering him from reaching her physically. Emotionally, she built a strong wall of defense based on a foundation of lies told by friends, media, family, you name it. She believed lore instead of the 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 23 year old male who thought the world of her. "Swear. Open the door before I act a 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭 outside this bitch and wake the whole neighborhood up"

❝ lie to me, again and again, until it starts sounding like the truth. ❞ ───── in which, xinran's fiancé gets poisoned and now it's up to her to track down, manipulate and retrieve the antidote from the one that did it. and his name? ji bozai. ❪ ji bozai x oc ❫ ❪ ongoing ❫ ❪ cover made by @seraversee ❫

POV setting displaying the story of Ayanna and Dominic's relationship. After Ayanas heartbreak from a 5 year long relationship with her high school sweetheart she didn't know if she could bring herself back into the dating world. That was until 5 months later her best friend convinced to download a dating app and she met Dominic, a guy she thought was too attractive to be true. She's looking for a fuck buddy to take her mind off the pain but he's looking for a relationship. How will they navigate this? Will they clash? Or will they match? I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES USED IN THIS BOOK. All content in this book is fictional and from my imagination. Cover designed by me, The author.

"𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡"－ꨄ ᴍs.ɢʟᴏᴄᴋ's ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴs #3

If there wasn't anything she hated the most it was MEN. Sevyn Moore, 22, was the girl that had a huge hatred towards the other gender. She had her reasons why and she felt as though they were reasonable for a girl like her. Sevyn wasn't the type that fell for the filter men would put on before their true colors were shown. She didn't fall for the same three lines dudes would say to get in her pants nor the same repetitive and disrespectful gestures. She was all for actions, yes, but she knew how to differentiate between forced ones and the ones that came from the heart. Even sometimes the ones from the heart didn't feel real to her, but that was as close as she was going to get to a real man. She knew one day she wanted to get married and live a happy life Mr. Right. But, in a world where disrespecting black women for clout was a new trend, sneaky links existed, and being exclusive was always a problem to people, she preferred being single than dealing with a man-child. Or any man at that matter. But, that was easier said than done. In most cases she was ready to lay down with a man even if he was a walking red flag, but she controlled herself. That was until she met the man himself where the thought of doing bad felt so damn good. She was tempted, but wasn't easy. This is Temptation.

Zyaira just wanted to work out-not get worked over by her fine-ass trainer. Mekhi talks slick, looks better, and touches like he knows exactly what she needs. She's thick, guarded, and not here to play-but he makes it real hard to resist. Old flings, late-night tension, and a little too much eye contact? Yeah... this summer's about to get complicated. Heavy on the tension. Heavy on the flirting. Heavy on the heart.

************************************************* Amaya Moore wasn't lookin' for love. Fresh outta high school with no car, no solid plans, and too much on her mind, she kept to herself - headphones in, world off. Alejandro Ramirez. Known in the streets for two things: his '98 dark purple 240SX and never catchin' feelings. A 19-year-old street racer with tattoos, family to feed, and zero time for distractions. What starts as a ride home turns into late-night drives, record store dates, and real conversations. Now Amaya's deep in a world she never thought she'd touch - loud engines, underground races, and a boy who shows her love without sayin' much at all. *************************************************