''I don't deserve you or him bro'' Rhys said '' Rhys it was never your fault baby, you gotta let it go, you know that little boy loves you like his father and I love you too baby'' Kamari said rubbing her soft palms upon Rhys tear stained cheeks This was the first time she saw a man willingly shedding tears

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 Cover by : Wordsbykay

"𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘛𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦" #𝐋𝐋𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘 _ _ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

Theo couldn't leave her alone and young love can be a dangerous thing. Story is mainly told from a boys perspective! small age gap #1 PTSD awareness #42 TeenRomance

"I need you, Zee. I can handle my family casting me out for choosing you. I can handle falling behind on Gregor's book review coming up. I can even handle skipping out on a few practices if that means you're with me. " his voice deepened with each word and matching step until we were against his door . He reached a newly bandaged hand to my curls and pushed a stray piece back as he captured my gaze. "Now what I can't handle is you thinking you can walk out on us. I'm yours." he murmured before meeting my lips with his. ------------------------------ Noah Westwood needs Zahra Joseph like a drowning victim needs a flotation device. In fact, whenever Zahra is not in his sight he feels like he's drowning right with the waves. She's all he thinks about and can hardly pull his head out of the clouds long enough to keep his boxing dreams in the forefront. Although the semester didn't start off that way. Life has a funny sense of humor when it comes to attraction and darkness. Read to figure out how a petite academic scholar brings everyone's favorite up and coming boxing star to his knees. Can they find a way to overcome life's obstacles and navigate new love while everything else pulls them apart? They will just have too. Or else Noah will be down without his lifeline • Reader's Discretion is advised •

in which an innocent teen can see the sorrow behind his angry eyes, and does everything he can to make him smile.

Milan Cozart lived on the low-end of Chicago. A part of the city that was unbeknownst to tourists, yet never seemed to leave the front cover of the news... for murders. In this cutthroat slice she called home, there was one rule: Show no mercy. However, when you hold the life of a notorious drug lord in your hands... you may find yourself hesitating. Milan knew the rule, but she also knew who Ramses Young was as well. The man had spared the life of her brother the night her parents had died. Now, he laid bleeding out in her arms. He was meant to die. Because of her, he lived. And, because of her, bodies would drop.

"𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚..." | | MATURE CONTENT 18+ | | ''You want to test mе Grace?'' he mumbled, moving dangerously close to me. I can smell his cologne on my skin, making me hold my breath as I stare at his cold green eyes, crashing my soul in two. ''Try me and I'll gladly fuck you in front of your precious brother, right here, right now and I'll enjoy every fucking second of it'' "It's up to you Grace'' he drawled with an amused tone ''Are you sure you want to play this game with me?'' • • • Started: 22 July 2021 Finished: 5 October 2022

𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 "𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮." 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐈, 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮.

Mavis Spencer was rude, mean and so infuriating but yet so damn tempting. I should have left her alone, but like she says I am an idiot. She just walked into my life and ravaged it like a tornado. With no shame or guilt, just no care at all. Or that's what I thought until I got to know the real her. She is so much more than what she shows, complicated but worth the fight. I'm determined to prove her how worth it, she is. June Moraine was too nice, too happy, too friendly to be true. He should have left me alone, I'm not someone to befriend and surely not to love, I've learned that the hard way. But even as I tried my hardest to push him away, he seemed to have made his mission to prove me how wrong I am. *** "Tell me what you like?" Grabbing a handful of his hair and tilted it so I could look at him. I kept dry humping on him, and I felt myself coming closer and closer. It usually takes so much time to build me up, but this sight of him feels like a daydream. His eyebrows knitted together and his lips parted slightly as I pushed myself harder on him. "I asked you a question, June." his hooded eyes finally focus on me and he hums, "You. I like whatever you do to me."