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Just us  by h2rts2me
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Sometimes love finds you in the places you least expect-right when you need it most. Tilen has learned to live behind walls-strong, silent, and untouchable. After surviving a trauma that shattered his sense of control, trust doesn't come easy. But when he meets Adjrena, everything begins to shift. She sees through his guarded edges, offering him comfort without asking for anything in return. What he doesn't know is-she's healing too. Adjrena carries her own scars, hidden behind the calm exterior and quiet strength she offers everyone else. Love hasn't been kind to her. And opening up again? That's a risk she swore she wouldn't take. But in Tilen, she finds someone who doesn't expect her to be perfect-just real. During a sun-drenched vacation with close friends in Turks and Caicos, the spark between them flares into something undeniable. Between golden beaches, shared secrets, and stolen moments in the dark, two guarded souls slowly begin to trust again-not just each other, but themselves. But healing isn't a straight line. And love isn't always easy. Heartfelt, deeply sensual, and emotionally raw-this is a story about letting go of past pain, embracing vulnerability, and discovering the kind of love that transforms everything it touches. Can two broken souls truly heal in each other's arms? Or will the damage they've endured be too much to overcome?
CODE SWITCH 2  by nukesinterlude
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India Johnson thought she'd finally found her footing in New York-steady work, chosen family, and a relationship that felt powerful in all the right ways. But when an unexpected opportunity threatens to pull her in a different direction, she's forced to face a truth she's been ducking, realizing comfort can be just as dangerous as chaos. Behind the scenes, Alex Morelli is losing his grip. Old decisions refuse to stay buried, jealousy turns calculated, and the line between protection and possession starts to blur. As secrets surface and silence becomes currency, the people closest to India feel the pressure of a world they never asked to be pulled into. It's about control, consequences, and the moment you realize choosing yourself might cost you everything you thought you needed.
CODE SWITCH  by nukesinterlude
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India learned early how to survive by paying attention. Growing up in a small, rough city taught her when to speak, when to soften, and when to protect herself. She carries those instincts into corporate spaces that were never designed with her in mind. Alex has never needed to adapt. Power comes naturally to him. Raised in legacy and expectation, he leads with quiet authority, keeping his emotions tightly controlled and his personal life even more so. When their worlds collide, attraction becomes something neither can name without consequence. Identity, power, and unspoken desire blur the lines they've spent years maintaining.
CAN I TRUST YOU?ᡏᡛ by niysdiary
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A teenage girl name Ariyah from Maryland carries the weight of heartbreak with her when she moves to Chicago - a city full of new faces and harsher realities. After being shattered by her ex too many times, she learns to keep her guard up and emotions locked away, becoming cold and nonchalant to protect herself. But Chicago isn't just another place to hide; it's where she crosses paths with Dayvon Bennett - a streetwise young man whose life is tangled in the city's dangerous rhythm. As their worlds collide, she must decide whether to let her walls fall and risk everything for love, or keep running from the pain she's known too well.
π‚π‘π¨π¬πžπ§ 𝐎𝐧𝐞 by kierradiaries
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Naomi Pierce, 21, plus-size, tired of men who only liked her curves. Then she met Kareem Brooks. No games. No hiding. Just: "You the chosen one" He stayed solid. She didn't have to change. At 21, Naomi learned: you don't shrink for love. The right one just shows up.
P H A T  by ThatKidKierra234
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"You beautiful ma fuck what everybody else think. You beautiful. "
Her Forever Valentine by TheGheauxstWriter
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"Damn. Hasn't even been that long and you got a whole rock on your finger now, huh?" "...What are you doing here?" She unthinkingly rubbed her swollen belly, the tight knots forming in her stomach at the same time. "What you mean? I came for the art." His tone was sarcastic as he gestured at the paintings on the walls. She watched his eyes drift down her body, before he tightly clenched his jaw. "But I see I have more than one thing to congratulate you on." He said, bitterly. β€’ β€’ β€’ β€’ β€’ β€’ πš†πš‘πšŠπš'𝚜 𝚊 πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πšπš’πš–πšŽ πšŠπš™πšŠπš›πš πš πš‘πšŽπš— 𝚠𝚎 πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšπš˜πš›πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›? β€οΈβ€πŸ©ΉπŸ‘» π™±πš˜πš˜πš” 𝟸 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πš…πšŠπš•πšŽπš—πšπš’πš—πšŽ πšœπšŽπš›πš’πšŽπšœ (πšœπšŽπššπšžπšŽπš•)
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 πŽπ•π„π‘ π‡πˆπ‹π‹π’ | ππŽπ‹π˜ by KAPRIWROTEDAT
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"I give what I receive, lately, I ain't been feelin' loved at all." - Hunxho Jamouri was never built to save anybody. He's stuck between a past that won't let go and a future that don't know the truth yet. A baby mama who knows his worst habits, his soft spots, and exactly how to pull them. A new woman who feels like peace - until she starts asking the wrong questions. Sa'Raina comes with history. Blood ties. A daughter he barely sees and a bond that never really broke, just turned bitter. Sy'ani is temptation wrapped in calm - fine, quiet, and way more aware than she lets on. This isn't love. It's ego, lust, control - a messy, unspoken arrangement built on late nights, half-truths, and blurred lines nobody wants to claim. Everybody wants something. Nobody's telling the whole truth. This ain't a fairytale. This that hood reality - where sex is loud, secrets are louder, and somebody always pays when a man thinks he can have it all.
SAINT'S OBSESSION:  | HOOD ROMANCE 18+ βœ”οΈ  by EjImagination
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Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.
His First Valentine by TheGheauxstWriter
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"So you just wanna fuck me forever, and that's it, huh?" "I ain't say-" He sucked his teeth. "We already talked about this shit, Z." "Nah." She chuckled dryly. "You just keep shutting me out." "Why you doin' this to me, Ma?" He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Hm? Why you tryna fuck everything up?" β€’ β€’ β€’ β€’ β€’ β€’ πš†πš‘πšŽπš— 𝚊 πš—πš˜πš—-πšŒπš˜πš–πš–πš’πšπšπšŽπš› πš–πšŽπšŽπšπšœ 𝚊 πš‘πš˜πš™πšŽπš•πšŽπšœπšœ πš›πš˜πš–πšŠπš—πšπš’πšŒ, 𝚊 πšŒπš•πšŠπšœπšœπš’πšŒ πšπšŠπš•πšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πšπš›πš’πšŽπš—πšπšœ πš πš’πšπš‘ πš‹πšŽπš—πšŽπšπš’πšπšœ πšπšžπš›πš—πšœ πšπš›πšŠπšπš’πšŒ πŸ’ŒπŸ‘» π™±πš˜πš˜πš” 𝟷 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πš…πšŠπš•πšŽπš—πšπš’πš—πšŽ πšœπšŽπš›πš’πšŽπšœ