𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄. banners + cover by @-laysdiary They had one rule. Don't involve the media. No pictures. No posting. No feelings. Kylan Westbrook just got drafted to the Miami Dolphins, rookie year going crazy, his name everywhere, life moving fast. Aja Tejada already had her own buzz, her own money, her own name. She wasn't impressed by athletes, and he wasn't looking for nothing serious. So it stayed what it was. Late nights. Quiet links. Nobody knowing nothing. Until he switched up. Texts slowed down. Calls stopped. Then he was just gone like it never even happened. Aja ain't chase him. Ain't post about him. Ain't say nothing. She just went quiet and kept working. New music, new look, baggy clothes, then she disappeared off the internet completely. When she came back, she didn't explain nothing. She just dropped a video. And at the end of it, her hand was on her stomach. Pregnant. The internet went crazy trying to figure out who the father was, whole time Kylan still living his life, doing interviews, playing games, not knowing he left more than just a situation behind. Until one night, they in the same room again. One question. Is it mine. And just like that, everything they kept quiet gets loud. Now the media watching, their teams in their ear, and the only way to control the story is to lie. Act like they been together. Act like they happy. Act like this was always the plan. Playing house for the cameras is easy. Doing it for real is where it gets complicated. 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄.

When you have something you treat it good ~ summer Walker Fɪʀsᴛ ʙᴏᴏᴋ

"Fighting to keep us together, hope it's worth a try." An hbcu love story

She arrives in the city, believing distance could keep her untouched. He arrived unconscious, his future already alternated. What connects them is never named, or felt formed in silence, restraint, and moments that were never supposed to happen. This is a story about loss, proximity, and what happens when feelings become unavoidable. © 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟨 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐈

"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.

19 year old Ka'Moura moved from her small community in St. Thomas called 'Stony Hill', where she was suffering from poverty, to start a new life...a better on in the city...In the town rather. Wah dem say when a country girl move to the city? 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧 Wanna know how her journey in the city goes? Read to find out. Highest Rankings🏆. #1 in teenauthour #1 in countrygirl #1 in jamaica #1 in youngwriterprize #1 in newstory

In the early 1990's of a small Texas town, an aspiring bull rider and the spirited daughter of a wealthy Oil Landman bump heads. Her father's itching to snag his family's land, while the Bailard's refuse to sell. Their differences should be like oil and water, but instead, they spark a love affair that gives everyone around them the blues deep down in their souls. A blues that not even the light, sweet smell of bluebonnets can heal.

When Charlie Leandra's football team fails season after season, her coach decides it's time to bring in one of the best former players - Aidan DeLuca. Charlie had no idea Aidan DeLuca is her brother's best friend, and that means the boundaries have been settled. Will the romance between the two of them spark, or will hate be the only thing running around the pitch? SHORT STORY! BOOK COVER BY: typinchapters on insta!!

"Don't worry baby, you know that you got me," Sequel/Spinoff for Kismet

three years but it feels like forever. ** This fictional book features MATURE THEMES such as violence, sexual content, strong language, etc. Please read at your own discretion. **