"The best blessings are right in front of you." "Go Kamarii!" I said laughing, mocking her. "Leave me alone. You're the only one who got me saying shit like that." She said. "Nah, I liked hearing it from you. That shit was cute as hell." I said. I focused my gaze on the shirt she had on that was decorated, and i smiled. "I done got you wearing my number and shit now. We locked in fasho, ain't no going back. Lemme see it." I said. She turned around, showing me the back of her shirt that had my name plastered across it with my number being in the middle of it.

"We go from touchin' to teasin', to fightin' and screamin' I hate you, I love you, no fuck you, I'm leavin' Bitch where you goin', I'm grabbin' your weave Now you grippin' the sheets, as you screamin' my name for more"

❛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

"𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗅, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌." She was everything he wasn't. Confident, precious, mature. Kentrell stared at the older women as if she had hung the moon and painted the stars across the dark sky. Amani was everything to him, but in such a quick accident, Kentrell soon feels his everything becoming but a distant memory - a...dream, some may call it.

Instead of responding, Mehki raised up a little bit and pulled his shirt up to reveal a tattoo in beautifully and graceful cursive right over his heart. Satori Kemoni Dolce metà "What does this mean?" Satori almost whispered, not being able to control herself as she reached out and brushed her fingertips over the ink embedded into his skin. "Sweet half, better half." Mehki responded immediately, his eyes never leaving hers as her gaze was fixed on his tattoo. "But we were broken up." Satori sat back on her knees as she continued brushing her fingers over the ink marking his skin, forgetting she was basically rubbing his chest right now. "I told you when we broke up that you my soulmate, my ride or die. That shit ain't change. I don't even look no other females way no more since I been with you. You the only woman for me, Kemoni. Whether you want me back or not." Mehki spoke and Satori pouted, feeling her eyes start to tear up. Rankings: #1 - blackcast (9/17/24) #3 - businessowner (9/17/24) #2 - businesscouple (9/17/24) #3 - standalone (10/20/24) #1 - blackcouple (12/5/24) #1 - blackauthot (2/12/25) #1 - blackpeople (2/12/25)

Atarah, a young early education teacher just trying to live. On the weekends, she worked a job she wasn't so proud of. She was a bottle girl at one of the hottest clubs. Taleem, a single father of one who worked many jobs to clean all of his dirty money and still juggled the struggle of being a single father. He found himself fascinated with Atarah. What will happen when they keep crossing paths? Read to find out!

Sier. Fiery. Known as the "angry black woman". Feisty. Just wants someone to see past that. Kyan. A man a few words. A yearner. He sees her. He wants. He needs.

"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.

"There's more to life then what they're showing you Dai, just get out and explore"

" I don't even like you like that." Her face scrunched up in disgust watching water drip from curls in his hair. " 'Cause you love me. Just like I love you." He retorted with a grin, disregarding the deflecting she was doing. --- They were two sides of the same city-until one move split them down the middle. Elijah and London were inseparable once, bonded by childhood summers, beat-up bikes, and secrets too deep for anyone else to know. Unfortunately, when Elijah's mom packed up and moved her family across Onyx to a rival neighborhood, everything changed. She always thought when she spoke to him again he would've changed like her. She was witty, sarcastic, and had a low tolerance, but he was still the same calm , sweet, cute boy with a heart the size of the sun. Some things haven't changed. Some things never change. The pull between them, the memories that still burn etched marks in their brain, and the words they never said out loud. In a world where loyalty can be life or death, and love isn't always enough to cross old lines, Elijah and London find themselves circling each other again. --- STARTED; MAY 26th, 2025 PUBLISHED JUNE 6th, 2025 FINISHED; SEPTEMBER 27th 2025