An unlikely pair, Sybil & Syre find themselves being pulled toward the other by an undeniable force. They both have decided that they hate each other but over time that "hate" turns into something else all together. As it turns out, these two wounded souls are just what the other needs to heal. Childhood trauma haunting Syre has left him in a loner mentality, and angry at the world. He trusts no one, and cares for nothing. For Sybil, she craves love but after surviving the abuse of an ex, has come to the conclusion that true love is just a myth. Will their paths crossing mean tragedy? Or will they finally find what the other has been missing all along?

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𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 , 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚.

When a self-made beauty boss tries to leave her toxic past behind, she crosses paths with New York's most feared kingpin who's already decided she'll be his, whether she's ready or not.

I opened my mouth maybe to say it was okay, maybe to ask something but the words died when he suddenly leaned across the console, cupping my face between his large, calloused hands. "I missed you," he murmured, almost like he hated admitting it. Then his mouth crashed onto mine. I gasped, his lips fierce and claiming, his body crowding into mine as if he needed to consume me. His kiss wasn't soft it was hungry, demanding everything I had to give. . . . Issa Andrews is beyond excited to start her first semester at Redwood University. Naïve, bright-eyed, and full of hope, that's how most would describe her. She has dreams of her own, goals she's determined to chase. But when a certain boxer crosses her path, will everything she's worked for come crashing down?

My body was stuck. I wanted to move but I couldn't. He leaned down and our lips crashed together. He made the kiss deeper by adding tongue and picked me up giving my ass a squeeze. Earning a moan from me. He began walking upstairs and went straight to my room throwing me on the bed. "I missed you so fucking much." He said aggressively as he took his clothes off. I started taking mines off as well. He laid over my body kissing me again then breaking it-pressing his forehead to mine looking me in my eyes. I arch my back as he reach down to my soaking pussy and he started stroking my clit. "Always so fucking wet, I fucking love it." He continues to rub his fingers up and down my slit. Sticking a finger inside of me every so often. I moan out against his fingers on my clit. "Fuck this I need to be inside of you." He grunts. A love story about Antonio Russo & Shakayla Janai. Not fully edited! Let me know if I made a mistake somewhere!!! But not to much tho 😚 some of y'all be getting smart in the comments 🙃 I definitely return energy.

Peaceful would be the perfect word for Mila to describe where she was in life. She was a single mother, raising her daughter alone-which wasn't anything new, anyway-but she'd escaped. She'd escaped the life she was born into and created a new found family that didn't exude toxicity. But as her best friend never let her forget, the next addition to her life had to be...love.

Nothing was perfect, the odds were slim, but whatever it was; it was real. "That crying shit not it. You been feelin like this then we could've talked. I ain't tryna dwell on the situation but I ain't tryna be on nothin' fucked up either." I spoke to her as she nodded. I stood up and pulled her into me as she laid her head on my chest. "I love you Nia. Never forget it." Rah and Nia. Jan 31st 2021

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