Falling in love with Jesus was the best thing he'd ever done. And then he was gifted Bliss. - This is the story of a firefighter and a ballerina with hearts ablaze for the Lord and one another. - Book three of the Song of Solomon Collection, a Christian romance collection with love, pure intimacy, and Christ. A clean read for all to enjoy with no language and sex, only love that glorifies and begins with Christ. This story is inspired by Song of Solomon 4:7-9, "You are altogether beautiful, my darling, and there is no blemish in you. "Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, may you come with me from Lebanon. Journey down from the summit of Amana, from the summit of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards. "You have made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride; You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes, with a single strand of your necklace." Published: April 3, 2023 Completed: June 23, 2023

"Hello, Sincere. How are you feeling today?" "Same as everyday, can't sleep, can't eat.." I trailed off, looking down at Sinclair who had a perfect mixture of both V and I. "That's not good." She said and I shrugged. "None of this is." I said and she nodded understandingly. "Have faith." She said, placing her hand on my shoulder and I nodded. I tried hard to keep the tears in because I had to be strong for everybody. The family was really going through it and I just wanted her back in my arms. V had my heart and if I lost her for good, I'd never look for love again. The doctor walked out as I sat there quietly and Clair looked over my face while she made spit bubbles. I bit my bottom lip, holding back tears as I looked at V laying there with tubes in her. Not able to hold on any longer, I broke down. "Baybeh, I need you..." I trailed off, shaking my head. "I need you so bad, I can't do this shit. I can't do life with you." I explained, looking down at the floor. "We need you, ma." My voice cracked, looking over to Sinclair who was still looking up at me. "Our baybeh girl is so beautiful, ma. I want you to see her, I want you to see her grow up. I want you to be here with us.." I trailed off, collecting my words. I wiped my face as more tears poured down and I shook my head, sighing deeply. "Wake up, baybeh." I spoke, breaking down as I bit my bottom lip.

"Could I talk to you for a minute?" I went on to ask Stokeley as he sat alone in the basement with a blunt in hand. "No." "Here we go again.." I mumbled to myself, discreetly rolling my eyes. "We just talked about this last night and you apologized, now we're back to square one." "Don't care." He blew smoke from his nose. "Alright." I nodded slowly. "..and you know what, neither do I." I spoke up, tired of him and his shitty, weird attitudes. He was just a big ball of negative energy and I was sick of it. Mostly because all he was going to do was turn around and apologize then expect everyone to forgive him. "Who you talking to like that?" "You." I snapped, fed up as he looked up at me with his eyebrows raised. The room grew silent, making this more dramatic than intended. He then stood to his feet, looking down at me with a scowl plastered on his face. "You better watch yo' mother fucking mouth." Deciding I wanted no trouble with him, I grabbed my stuff to go. "Sierra, I'm leaving." I spoke once leaving out of the basement. "Why? What's wrong?" She asked as she sat on the couch with Johnny in the living room. "I'm tired of him and his shitty ass attitude." I spoke truthfully, pointing towards the basement door. I was done curving my tongue. "Just because you lost someone important to you doesn't mean you can treat everyone around you like shit. We've all lost people." Everyone looked at me with wide eyes as if they'd never expected me to be this way but it was just how I felt. I needed to let it out. Unlike some people I didn't hold things in. "I'm leaving. I'll see you back at home. See y'all." I spoke, excusing myself and walking out of the front door.

WARNING: If you're too sensitive and overly precise, please do not read. *For drama and street life. *Needs editing. This book was written in 2015.

𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 "please, you wouldn't be able to handle me." "wanna find out?" "yeah? what are you gonna do?" "bend you over the counter and show you how well i could." 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝙽𝙾𝚅 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷- 𝙼𝙰𝚈 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚇 𝙿𝙾𝙲!𝙾𝙲 ©-𝙲𝚈𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙻𝚄𝚃

| 𝐚𝐡 • 𝐠𝐚𝐡 • 𝐩𝐚𝐲 | 𝟏. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞; 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. (BOOK ONE.) (EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE.)

"Cash... We shouldn't be doing this here. This is really naughty." He moaned breathily in my ear. I rub my knee on his crotch, slightly smiling. I leaned in close in his ear before whispering: "That's the point baby. Now be a good boy for mommy and unzip these pants for me." • • In which the dealer starts talking to the quiet boy.

After years of hiding in the shadows, Saija meets Demetrius and decides to change her life. Follow their story that is filled with lies, gangs, and chivalrous love. TW// self harm. Yes, I know the original chapters of this book need so much work, as I am rewriting it in the drafts, but the story is still there! Just a heads up.

𝐢 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝗺𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝗺𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭... 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐭𝗼 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝗼𝐰 !