"𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘." - - most impressive ranking📌 #10 in hood - - #3 in hood romance #3 in urban romance #4 in black love #12 in urban

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬"

He leaned back, looking at her face again before his fingers slid under her chin, lifting it so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. "You love me." He said, shaking his head in mock sympathy. "& that's the most reckless thing you could've ever done." His grip tightened slightly under her jaw, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he could. His thumb grazed her jaw, slower this time, respectful. "Love doesn't make me weak, baby. It makes me more dangerous. Because I love you back, meaning I now have something to lose." He leaned in until his lips hovered just above hers, their breath mingling. "& I don't like that. Not having shit to lose is what kept me untouchable, now I got a weakness & now we gotta die holding hands because you ain't doing this shit without me & I ain't doing it without you. So, Naytiri, you sure you wanna bleed for me?"

A man who finds sexual pleasure in murdering women.

She was rich, He was rich She was smart, He was smart She was crazy, He was psycho They were a reflection of each other with little but big differences.

alcohol, fragrance, and melancholy.

"I just can't stand Ben anymore." She admitted truthfully, and maybe she would have kept this information to herself if she wasn't drunk. "All he does is drink and plays video games, we don't sleep together, he hasn't touched me in almost a year I'm 35 years old and I know my marriage is failing." She vented to her best friends. She'd been holding that in for months, she didn't want to continuously tell her friends how unhappy she was in her marriage, she just didn't want to be that friend. "He doesn't come to anything the kids are involved in, but you know who is there?" Isabella asked. "Ambrose." Monica answered noticing it herself, she made sure to make it to her god children's games and or dance competitions whenever she wasn't working. She noticed that Ambrose was at all the games and dance competitions cheering them on, he was always helping them practice, he was good with all 3 of Isabella's kids it was hard not to notice how they'd clung onto him. "Is it wrong that I still felt the same way I did in high school?" Isabella asked, she'd finally admitted it out loud and she knew for sure in that moment she was indeed still in love with him, and she fought this hard. "Izzy, you still love Ambrose?" Tory asked, shocked.

"𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞..." compilations of chris brown stories for your own imagination. a much bigger and better version of in my head.

Can a promise made over a century ago still be fulfilled in today's modern world that is now ruled by lust, greed, cheap thrills and meaningless sex ?? Read to find out. Started April 9th 2024 Ended April 20th 2025