Urban Poly FanFic || Plus Size 18+ Poet • Imarra • Malik Why choose when you can have both.. ++++++++++++++++++++++ 🎶 "She gimme head & ride dick, that's a laptop" 🎶

"I'm nobody's damsel in distress." - Colette Fontaine She walks with a blade and a laugh, soft lips and sharp intent. Pretty enough to make you look twice. Dangerous enough to make you wish you hadn't.

"Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me!" In which, Catalina and Carlos are childhood friends turned high school sweethearts. OR In which, two friends have been together since they were fifteen years old, through the good and bad carlos sainz x fem!oc

"𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. "𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭." 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

It began with a wrong address-and a letter that shouldn't have been read. Kamaria's curiosity sparks a chain of letters that draw her and Zahir into a secret world of vulnerability and trust. Yet when they finally meet, they'll have to discover if reality can live up to the intimacy of their words.

Y/N and Michael have known each other since 1996 when they were just five years old and as they grew up together they were inseparable. They eventually graduated high school and chose two different paths. Y/N went away to Spelman college in Atlanta, Georgia as Michael became one of the most prominent black male actors today. With the time spent away from each other they went through their own roller coaster of life along with growing away from each other but know deep down if anything was to go down with either one of them the other would be there in a quick fast and a hurry. But now that Y/N has graduated college and it's time for her to face reality back at home in California with Michael being one of those realities will their friendship crack under pressure? Or will they find exactly what they're deeply yearning for within their friendship? Continue to read to know the ups and down of Michael and Y/N's friendship.

"C-Colonel, I-" I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. The words caught in my throat, my mind a chaotic swirl of emotions and memories. "That's not my name, princess," he interrupted, his voice a dangerous murmur that sent a shiver down my spine. He lifted his hand, gently tracing the tip of the gun along my jawline. The cold metal contrasted sharply with the burning heat of his proximity, making me shudder. His eyes bore into mine, the manic gleam in them unwavering. The way he held the gun, almost tenderly against my skin, was both a warning and seductive. The tension between us was palpable, an electric current that crackled in the air. "You know better than to call me that," he continued, his tone a mix of reprimand and dark amusement. Shakir cocked his head to the side, his eyes narrowing slightly. " Or do I need to remind you?" __________________ Nataliya Niang, a world renowned psychologist, loves to help those in need. Firmly believing in her ability to establish positive relationships and supporting her patients, her life was based on the foundations of kindness, compassion, and empathy. Colonel Shakir Walker, the leader of the black operations unit, is all but a gambler of death. His blood lust extends beyond comprehension, as bodies are left in distress with each path that he crosses. After embarking on a failed mission and witnessing the deaths of his comrades, he is sentenced to eight months of probation, as well as attending therapy sessions at The Mindful Wellness Center. When fate brings Nataliya and Shakir together, their worlds collide in unexpected ways. A chaos of torn souls navigating through love, lust, and betrayal. ( DON'T COPYRIGHT MY STORY )

"If a tree falls in a forest and no one's around to hear it, does it make a sound?" "Yes." "How?" She asked as she looked at him. "No one heard it." "Does sound require a listener to exist?" -------- A story about love, loss, and finding your person.

She was supposed to die in that warehouse. Instead, she became his. Jaslyn was just a girl in the wrong place at the wrong time-kidnapped, brutalized, left for dead. But when Cain showed up, dragging hell behind him, she didn't just get rescued-she got recruited. Now she's not the victim. She's the weapon. Trained by the most feared man in the city, Jaslyn moves through blood and betrayal like she was born for it. The girl who used to flinch now pulls triggers. The girl who used to beg now gives orders. And Cain? He doesn't just want her sharp-he wants her loyal, cold, and just as savage as him. Bodies drop. Enemies burn. And the city starts whispering her name with the same fear they whisper his.