Mariah had just been transferred to a hospital in Chicago when she met Dayvon Bennet, a Chicago drill rapper and a member of the black disciple gang, when they met, her life changed.

❝𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙛𝙪𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣,❞ ❝𝙣𝙖𝙝 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝, 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩. 𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣,❞ ✧○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○✧ [𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃] 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯: ↳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. ↳𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. ↳𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦. ↳𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦. ↳𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. ↳𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦. ↳𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘢𝘷𝘦. ↳𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥(𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥). 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬. ***𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳*** ***𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵***

babysitting should be have been easy money but its hard to pay attention to the baby when his older brother is paying way more attention to you. Idk why that sounds weird just read it bruh Started:02 - 15- 2021 Ended: 03- 27- 2022

When you have something you treat it good ~ summer Walker Fɪʀsᴛ ʙᴏᴏᴋ

"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦." _ _ _ _ ★彡 2021 彡★

Take me back to Georgia, back to Atlanta Funny how present turns past

In these streets you either thought 2 steps ahead or got left behind in a body bag. Love was filled with nothing but false hopes and dreams. I could never have that. I could never let myself experience that. It's a rough world we live in, filled with hunger and survival. I am willing to survive, no matter the cost, no matter the outcome. Next in line to run the streets, Chance.. A cold lethal killer who made the world bleed, who didn't believe in love.. That's until he met her. But The Streets claimed him first.

I was just minding my own business, moving into my new high-rise apartment in New York - moving into the 19th floor. " Excuse me beautiful, need some help?" I turn around and am met with 4 gorgeous men. Damn!! He is so fine and gorgeous. He exudes power and authority. No need to get my panties in a soaking bunch, I am only going to be in New York for 6 months. But what if.....?

25 year old Y/N goes out to celebrate her birthday and meets a older fine women who may be a little to mature for her. After one night alone Y/N can't seem to let her go and fights to keep her attention.

Queen Charlotte did not believe in coincidence. She believed in design. From her throne, she observed the ballroom as a general might survey a battlefield-every movement calculated, every whisper a weapon, every marriage a maneuver. The ton believed themselves clever, believed love and scandal ruled the Season. They were wrong. Power did. That was why she had summoned her niece from across the sea. Princess Amara Charlotte Obeng stood now at the far end of the hall, her presence subtle yet unmistakable, like the hush before a storm. She wore no diamonds yet-only gold worked delicately against her dark skin, an echo of her homeland. Her posture was flawless, her expression serene, but Queen Charlotte knew better. Amara was brilliant. Observant. Dangerous. And across the room stood a man who had no idea his life was about to be dismantled. Anthony Bridgerton, Viscount Bridgerton, pillar of English nobility, champion of duty, enemy of love. Perfect. The Queen's lips curved, ever so slightly. Let the game begin