❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

Alaysia goes to a party with her bestfriend but she has really bad anxiety so she finds an empty room on the second floor so she can take a break and be alone but it isn't empty... Just read, hopefully it will be worth it

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏 ; the absence of mental stress / anxiety ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ | ᵖᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 ᵃᵗ 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 ᥫ᭡ 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉.. after the death of her parents, 𝙘𝙖𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙣𝙣 𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙧 is forced to pack her bags and move in with her aunt and uncle. from baltimore to chicago, the change in scenery became an unsettling adjustment. she's young and traumatized, she's depressed, and she's struggling to balance her pain and find peace. it seemed to her nothing would ever - nothing could ever get better after the things she went through. then just when she had given up, the universe gave her a way to see her 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕. ・❥・ 𝔲𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔫 fiction 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 1.30.24 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 9.10.24

"She never asked to be chosen second. He never asked to love soft." Ka'Lani Simone Harris spent her whole life watching boys pick her brownskin twin, Imani, first. Every text, every glance, every "you cute but..." - it all ended the same. But when Juelz Amir Thompson steps into her world - quiet, tattooed, hood-smart, and realer than any man she's known - he flips her entire mindset. Only... Ka'Lani ain't sure if he really sees her, or just another shadow of her sister. Juelz got demons. A past that moves quiet but dangerous. And love? That shit was never part of the plan. But Ka'Lani pulls something out of him nobody's ever touched - not his exes, not his block, not even his blood. Now the city watching. Girls throwing shade. Secrets resurfacing. And his enemies? They don't like seeing him soft. But love like this? Ain't soft. It's bold. It's bruised. And it refuses to be background. This ain't no fairytale. This is hood love

Milan, a successful lash tech in Atlanta, meets Saint, a man serving time in prison, through a random TikTok Live.

A young mother rebuilds her life after heartbreak, only to fall for a quiet street dude who teaches her love all over again but they struggle to deal with the reality of his lifestyle. Started: 4/13/25 Second time writing this as it was deleted the first time. Edited/Updated version 4/26/26

New Orleans isn't just a city-it's a pulse. A rhythm. A hunger. And nobody knows that better than Arielle Washington, a tired single mother grinding just to make rent in the Desire Projects. Love left her a long time ago, replaced with diaper bags, house keys, and survival. That is, until a new housekeeping job drops her into the home-and world-of ICE the most dangerous man in the streets. ICE doesn't do mess. Doesn't do feelings. But there's something about Ari-her fire, her silence, her scars-that draws him in. And when business gets bloody and loyalties are tested, the line between protector and predator blurs. Because in the Dirty South, nothing comes clean... not even love.

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𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢...𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢...𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎