"What do you mean teach you?" I murmured. I wasn't stupid. I mean, I had a few ideas as to what he meant, but I couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth at that time. His jaw clenched slightly-shit that was hot-and his gaze averted. "When you told me to touch myself that night, I couldn't..." he closed his eyes, taking a breath, composing himself. "I couldn't take it anymore. I did it, and I've done it again and again, and I can't help but wonder, Angel, what else I can do to make it better." His voice was low and raspy, like it almost hurt to say this out loud, but he had to. "So, I mean, teach me. Show me more." There was this finality in his voice like he wasn't asking anymore, but rather demanding. ---------------------------------------------------- "Stick to the rules and you'll be fine." That's the advice Angel's cousin had given her on her first day at Grace Christian Prep. But Angel has never been good at following orders, especially not after her entire world collapsed before her. Following the sudden passing of her mother, Angel is thrown into a world of flawless facades, rigid church pews, and strict dress codes. Everything she'd ever avoided. As she tries to settle in without completely breaking, she meets Simon. He's the golden boy-the pristine choir captain, the rule-follower, the epitome of everything Angel despises. Simon lives by the rules; Angel lives to break them. He's entirely untouchable, supposedly. Angel tries to ignore his presence, but once Simon is tasked with tutoring and showing Angel the ways of Grace Christian Prep, she takes on a task of her own; get under his skin. Little did she know, he'd developed his own. Simon thinks he'll fix her, but Angel might just ruin him first.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐍' 𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐂𝐀' 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀' 𝐅𝐀' 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" this is a LOVE story, cus ima lover girl!

"𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍' 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑."

"You know how special you gotta be to change a nigga like me? Huh?" He tilted her head back to make her look at him, and a faint smile grew on her face as he wiped her cheeks. "My own grandparents couldn't do it for me and I loved them more than anything. You the one for me ma. That's why I ain't told you everything yet 'cause I don't wanna run you away. I need you." He laid his forehead against hers, gently kissing her lips. "Nobody will ever believe that King Von from O Block be crying to me like this." She smiled as she gazed into his red eyes, and he chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I ain't King Von wit' you. Just love." He kissed her cheek next, and her smile grew as her arms tightened around him for a warm hug.

the story of slim & cash.

"𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧' 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐬." - 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 👅 𝙶𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝙽𝚊𝚒𝚒 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 © 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶

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