" It's always that one person that will always have your heart..."

"I'll never snitch on you daddy, I'll hold a brick for you, daddy"

Mariah is an aspiring author, currently working for an online dating company. She's happily married until she comes across Saint, one of the companies newest investors, who has her questioning her faith in her current relationship. Little does she know, the grass isn't always greener on the other side.

She was complete, her life feeling whole. She had everything she could ask for. Her job, her happiness, her family, her husband, but all it took was one man. One man for her to lose morals, head space, and peace of mind. His words were captivating, his demeanor enticing, a man who she knew to stay away from but couldn't. He seemed like the man of her dreams...though dreams can always turn into nightmares.

"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.

Hennessy and Terror began as complete strangers, forced together by the worst of circumstances. While navigating assault, depression, and outside influence, the pair found love in one another. A Hood Love Story. Now Available on Kindle https://a.co/d/0MoOuIw

Joey Bada$$ story inspired by Power Book III: Raising Kanan. circa, 2000. - MATURE CONTENT -

"How are you supposed to keep your man with your hair in that mess, Tamia?" "And has your hair been looking like that all week?" She went on talking about my hair now, considering it was blown-out instead of well kept, hot combed and straightened the way that she liked. "No, mama." I dragged, annoyed completely now with all of my peace gone in this moment. "I just got out of the shower and I just finished washing and blow-drying my hair." "I'm going to hot comb it and then flat iron it when I'm finished doing my skincare." "Yasin's not going to be home until tomorrow probably anyway." I threw in there but of course she wouldn't chastise him about why and where.

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 (/𝐟ə𝐫ˈ𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐧/): 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝; 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝. "There is no pretending. I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there's a life after that, I'll love you then. I'm falling in love with you more and more everyday, and I'm not stopping."... - therealkylesister & method man.