Khysen Bennett grew up in the streets with a father who turned him into a soldier, not a son. Violence was all he knew, and loyalty to his dad, Kion Bennett, was the only way to survive. He never questioned orders, until his father told him to follow Saija Fletcher and take her out. She was supposed to be just another target, watching her, move, and pull the trigger, but the more Khysen watches her, the more he feels something he hadn't felt in forever, and that makes the job impossible. Now he's stuck between the only life he's ever known and the girl who makes him want better. With his anger always one call away from blowing up and his father watching his every move, Khysen has to figure out what's worth more - his loyalty or his heart, but in his world, turning your back on family can get you killed.

Saint was Salem... But Salem, wasn't Saint.

Valentina has her life together. She works, she hustles & she stays in her lane, Chicago taught her how to mind her business and protect her peace. He's the kind of man people recognize without introductions. Not because he's loud but because his name carries weight. They come from different sides of the city They weren't supposed to cross paths. But once they do, it's hard to pretend nothing changed. Loving him isn't simple. And in Chicago, nothing ever is. Sincerely, Valentina.

𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 | 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 I went silent just resting my thoughts on the idea of loving him. Sighing I lifted my head and decided to tell him how I felt. "I love you TreyVon I really do" I whispered to him putting my hands on his chest. I felt him squeeze my waist and move one hand under my chin. Moving to kiss me he moved down on the bed, mid kiss he pulled away both of us kinda out of breath from this passionate kiss, "I love you" he returned putting his lips back on mine before he flipped us over on the bed and this romantic shit wasn't a normal thing that occurred regularly in my life. And when it did I just prayed that this man would be the love of my life till the day I'm off this planet and he's what kept the peace and sanity running in my life everyday. ━━ ranks; #1 shortstory #1 teenromance #1 hoodlove #1 thuglife #1 teenlove #1 hood #1 unedited #1 blackpeople #1 thuglove #1 blacklove #1 clingy #2 urbanstory #2 urbanfiction #2 hoodlovestory #2 smutmaybe #4 newadult #4 teenlove #7 enemiestolovers #7 urbanfantasy # 8 highschool

And I hate that you don't think I belong to you.

Kalia swore she wasn't gonna fall for Namari - then she did. Problem is, he doesn't even like girls... or at least that's what everybody says. But when feelings start mixin' and Kalia steps up, takin' control of what she wants, everything gets messy real quick. "Get on the bed, back arched - and I don't wanna hear no complaints." She's takin' control this time - of her life, her heart, and him.

I thought it would just be me and Nori. But then Jasai showed up-loud, calm, dangerous in ways I couldn't name. I didn't expect to want both of them. I didn't expect them to want me back. Now we're all in it. And somehow... it feels right.

"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.