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Story of a Homeless biker and a Strange Boy

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A story of teenager Adonis, living with post traumatic stress disorder, as well as a world of other issues involving his family, his school, and his own thoughts. He eventually befriends the popular, Farrah, who at first...takes more interest in his popular older brother. All characters are 18 and older. (apparently I have to be followed for some privated chapters)

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

"𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲? 𝖨-𝖨'𝗆 𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎." "𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖨 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗒? 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇'. 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽."

When a girl meets a thug ... Will her life change?

Cause you give me something familiar 🖤 • "Look, I ain't mean to wake you up. I was just getting my shit and leaving," he said, quickly reaching down to grab his shirt from off of the ground near a fallen lamp. I guess that was what caused the crash earlier. "We don't even have to talk about it, for real," he rushed out. "So, you was just gon' fuck and dip?" My words stopped him in his tracks. "Without sayin' nothin'?" I was lowkey hurt at the realization that he was tryna sneak out of my spot after what we did. "Kofi...we fucked," he whispered the last part guiltily, as if he was afraid to say it out loud. "You're straight. I-" "Obviously, not anymore...after the way I had you screaming last night." . *Spin-off from Waves

Soo I made another book😊 read my shit please💙

Besties to lovers "I know it's scary but let's figure this out.. for us"