Smoke in the air, feelings getting harder to face. Every touch feels real... but nothing about them is simple. They run from their past, hide in each other, using love like a high they can't come down from. She's his escape. He's her addiction. But the deeper they fall, the more they realize some highs don't heal you... they just numb the pain.

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴏ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀsᴡᴇᴇᴛ.

"𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 ?"

Two people. Same struggle. Same streets. When their worlds collide, survival comes down to one question - do you save yourself, or the person standing next to you? In a place where morals get tested and loyalty's never guaranteed, what really defines you - your past, or your heart?

Before the crowds screamed his name, before the league talks and the magazine covers, he met her. Calista Marchand. Not the kind of girl you run game on. She was sharp where it counted, soft only when she wanted to be. Real Brooklyn - pretty in the face, slick with the mouth, and solid with her hands if you stepped wrong. She kept her circle small, her loyalty tighter. The kind of woman who knew how to turn silence into safety and side-eyes into shut-ups. Men feared her. Girls tried to be her. She didn't chase, didn't fold, didn't need nobody. Until Ibrahim Montaigne walked into her life like he had all the time in the world. He didn't come with sweet nothings or flashy promises - just steady presence. Intent in his eyes, patience in his chest, and something rare behind the way he looked at her. Like he saw through the polish and the fire, like he knew the woman behind the defense. He didn't try to tame her. He studied her. Let her be exactly who she was. The shift was slow. She still fought when needed, still had a rep in the streets and in the salon chair. But somewhere between nursing exams and late-night block parties, she started saving parts of herself just for him. The quiet parts. The delicate ones. The ones nobody else got close to. And when she crossed that graduation stage, RN-BSN stitched behind her name and her grandmother crying in the crowd - he bragged harder than anyone. Didn't care who was listening. Forget MVP, forget the championship rings. She was the win. She was the headline. The girl from Brooklyn with spitfire in her lungs, gold in her smile, and a softness only he ever got to see. This isn't a story about being chosen. It's about choosing each other. No fairytales. Just Brooklyn grit and a love that never let go.

In a city where two worlds pulse at opposite ends of the spectrum-one draped in the quiet grace of faith and the other tangled in the relentless grip of the streets-LaToya Michelle Luckett walks a razor's edge. A church girl with a reputation for perfection, she thrives in the sanctity of her faith and the strength of her family roots. But when she's tasked with coordinating the biggest album release party for Alonzo East Archer, a rapper with a magnetic charm and a past as dark as the night, everything she believes in is tested. Alonzo is no stranger to danger-his life is carved out in shadows where loyalty is currency and every smile masks a gamble. Yet when his eyes lock with LaToya's, something unspoken ignites, a pull that defies logic and threatens to unravel both their worlds. She's the calm in his chaos; he's the storm beneath her serenity. Caught between the sacred and the profane, LaToya's soul is torn when visions reveal the harsh truths of Alonzo's past-and a future neither of them can predict. As their paths intertwine, the line between right and wrong blurs, and desire becomes a battlefield where faith, temptation, and redemption collide. This is a story of fierce love and fragile trust, where every whispered secret and stolen glance carries the weight of salvation-or destruction. Can two souls from opposite worlds find harmony, or will their collision set their lives ablaze?

She's a man-eater with a badge and a body count of broken hearts. As a DEA agent, Jonika's mastered the art of seduction, manipulation, and emotional detachment - using her beauty like a weapon and keeping her feelings locked behind armor no one gets past. But when her mission leads her straight into the arms of a dangerously magnetic man, the game changes. He's charming, calculated, and unknowingly the exact criminal she's been sent to take down. By the time she pieces together who he truly is, he's already slipped past her defenses - touching something real beneath the surface she swore no one would ever reach. Now, with a federal sting operation closing in, Jonika stands on a razor's edge: turn him in and complete the mission... or betray everything she's sworn to protect for the only man who ever made her feel something.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind sharp boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

Urban Romance || Plus Size 18+ Artist & Kamiyah 2 strangers connected by one app.. Wattpad. ******************************* After being mutuals for years, 2 internet friends are finally able to meet.. Neither knew who or what to expect when comin from behind the screen but the interaction manages to leave them both speechless.

𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐝 tie /tī/ 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎: 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍; 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎: 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍 restrict or limit (someone) to a particular situation, occupation, or place. 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐈𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧. (Constant Updates and Changes)