In these streets you either thought 2 steps ahead or got left behind in a body bag. Love was filled with nothing but false hopes and dreams. I could never have that. I could never let myself experience that. It's a rough world we live in, filled with hunger and survival. I am willing to survive, no matter the cost, no matter the outcome. Next in line to run the streets, Chance.. A cold lethal killer who made the world bleed, who didn't believe in love.. That's until he met her. But The Streets claimed him first.

Bliss Jackson is a young college junior with a lot of growing up to do trying to find her place while battling family issues and mental health problems. Feeling like damaged goods because of the events in her life and the instability of her emotions and sickness, she struggles to live a healthy lifestyle. Genesis Christophers is a young kingpin CEO. Living a lavish and expensive lifestyle, Genesis is all work and no play building a successful life and businesses from the ground up. The death of his parents haunts him and keeps him uninterested in relationships or anything besides work. When these two strangers fall in love will their self sabotaging and fears keep them apart or bring them together? "no, more than emotionally invested, showing you all my imperfections.." my works #4.

𝙄 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 #1 in STREETS-20/03/22

In the city where loyalty is survival and love is a battlefield, Zakai Bennett is born into a legacy he can't escape. The son of a notorious gangster, Zakai's life is tangled in the violence and danger passed down from his daddy's streets. Caught between the hustle, the bullets, and a love that refuses to quit, Zakai finds himself riding for Makayla - a girl who's never asked for this life but now owns his heart. As cops lurk, ops circle, and social media drama blows up the block, Zakai and Makayla must navigate a world where trust is scarce, family ties are tested, and every move could be their last. In a city where the streets don't forget and the past always catches up, can love really be enough to save them? Or will the legacy of the gun claim them both? Raw. Gritty. Real. This is a story about surviving the streets, fighting for love, and the price you pay when you live by the gun.

"Ju, I can't take anymore heartbreaks..." "You ain't gotta run I'm here to help you..." --- "Every bond comes with a price, some more than others..." "What you understand, I don't have to explain..."

𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."