"I never played about you, Kurii," he said, rubbing her thigh. "Something 'bout you just triggers me." . Just read it omg.

PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS "The softest place to fall" "Who did this to you?" The question hangs in the air between us. I can't look at him. I stare at my hands instead. "Ella." His voice breaks on my name. "Please. Talk to me." "I- " The word comes out as barely a whisper. "I can't." "You can. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm not going anywhere."

"Fuck, yuh so sweet... yuh pussy perfect, only fi mi... tek all a mi tongue, babygirl, gimme all a yuh." ⚠️ Warning⚠️ This story is intended for a mature audience of 21+. It contains explicit sexual content (heavy smut chapters), profanity, and drug abuse. Please read responsibly and know your own boundaries.

At twenty-three, Kori thought she had love all figured out: steady boundaries, clear intentions, no room for chaos. But then there's Three. Three's twenty-five with a heavy past and an even heavier heart. The streets taught him to move ruthless, but one look at Kori had him rethinking everything. What starts as a friendship becomes calls that run too long and rides that don't end at the curb. Three falls first while Kori keeps drawing lines he's ready to cross. He's learning to heal. She's learning to trust. Together they're walking a line between danger and devotion. Where every laugh, every glance, every silence feels like more than it should. This isn't just a love story. It's a slow burn in real time with two hearts circling the fire, daring each other to step closer.

"𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺' 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝖾𝗌"

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

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

When a self-made beauty boss tries to leave her toxic past behind, she crosses paths with New York's most feared kingpin who's already decided she'll be his, whether she's ready or not.

Kiss My Attitude | Book 2 On their wedding night, the Feds came for Kane, leaving Naomi in her dress and in charge of his empire. With Kane locked up and facing life, Naomi must prove she can hold the crown against enemies closing in. But as secrets from Kane's past resurface and Naomi discovers she's carrying more than just his legacy...

************************************************* 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. *************************************************