"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

[ 𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝙏𝙒𝙊 ] 𝙎𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙊 '𝐃𝐘𝐒𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀' "ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ! ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜰɪɴᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜᴘ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɴᴀɪʀᴏʙɪ!" "ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏᴄᴛᴀᴠɪᴜꜱ!" "ʏᴏᴜᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ! ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ꜱʜɪᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʟʟ!" ʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ. "ɪᴛꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ! ɪᴛꜱ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ! ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ-" "ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴᴛ, ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʏ. ʀɪɢʜᴛ?" 𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓 x 𝖗𝖎𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 ʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ʸᵃˡˡ 𝙏𝙒: 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙜𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 & 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖. cover by author.

"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 almost. "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