❛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

hurtin' deeply inside.

"So what are you trying to say Jordan" I sassed he sighed "You the right person just the wrong time" I chuckled angrily "So when is the right time Jordan" I asked he stayed silent "When" I yelled "I don't know Domonique" he yelled back "I don't know" he said again I scoffed "You don't know okay" I mocked

After school doesn't end. Sometimes it follows you home, sneaks into your thoughts, and shows up in the moments you never saw coming. COMPLETED : 09/06/2025-10/09/2025

Zhakari doesn't do softness. Doesn't do love. He's the type to make grown men cry, kill without blinking, and trust no soul. But then came Mavi. She didn't know who he was when he first walked into her shop needing a cover-up tattoo for something violent from his past. But she felt it instantly-his storm. The rage, the stillness... and the brokenness buried beneath. Everyone tells her to stay away from Zhakari. He's dangerous. Cruel. A walking red flag with blood on his hands. But when he's with her... he's still. He listens. He breathes. He wants to try. Only she can pull him back from the edge when the rage consumes him. Only she can touch him when he's mid-meltdown. And when he finds out someone from her past wants to harm her? God help the city.

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.

No description, Read the damn book, It's good trust.

a traphouse production #5 "Nothing in this world that I ever wanted more, nothing like them girls you ever loved before."

"Guys like you don't go for girls like me..." "Good thing I'm not like most guys then, huh?"