Follow the lives of 3 best friends

Ari and Taina

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ-ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪꜱᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ʀᴜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪꜱᴇ, ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰʀᴇᴇ, ᴡɪʟᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛ. ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴜʀɴ, ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙʟᴜʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇɴ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ❝ɪꜰ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɪ'ᴅ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ.❞ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇ𝒬ᴜᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ... ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ ꜰᴀɪʀ

Rob49 & Dess Dior Fanfiction

𝐍𝐨𝐮𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

The Story Of Two People That Live Two Totally Different Lives But Met Through A Career Opportunity... Will It Be Destiny Or Will Their Dedication To Their Lifestyles Hinder Them ???

India learned early how to survive by paying attention. Growing up in a small, rough city taught her when to speak, when to soften, and when to protect herself. She carries those instincts into corporate spaces that were never designed with her in mind. Alex has never needed to adapt. Power comes naturally to him. Raised in legacy and expectation, he leads with quiet authority, keeping his emotions tightly controlled and his personal life even more so. When their worlds collide, attraction becomes something neither can name without consequence. Identity, power, and unspoken desire blur the lines they've spent years maintaining.

Harlem nights never sleep-and neither do secrets. When Nevaeh Jordan walks into Rhodes Ink & Fade on a drunken whim, she doesn't expect the quiet, tattooed artist in the back to leave a permanent mark on more than just her skin. Malachi Rhodes is the kind of man who keeps his past buried beneath ink and silence... until her smile starts digging things up. She's the judge's daughter. He's the man that judge once sentenced. And neither of them knows the truth-yet. Some roads lead to healing. Other roads lead to her.

𝐝𝐞•𝐯𝐨•𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧; 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞. - "𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞,"

Before the crowds screamed his name, before the league talks and the magazine covers, he met her. Calista Marchand. Not the kind of girl you run game on. She was sharp where it counted, soft only when she wanted to be. Real Brooklyn - pretty in the face, slick with the mouth, and solid with her hands if you stepped wrong. She kept her circle small, her loyalty tighter. The kind of woman who knew how to turn silence into safety and side-eyes into shut-ups. Men feared her. Girls tried to be her. She didn't chase, didn't fold, didn't need nobody. Until Ibrahim Montaigne walked into her life like he had all the time in the world. He didn't come with sweet nothings or flashy promises - just steady presence. Intent in his eyes, patience in his chest, and something rare behind the way he looked at her. Like he saw through the polish and the fire, like he knew the woman behind the defense. He didn't try to tame her. He studied her. Let her be exactly who she was. The shift was slow. She still fought when needed, still had a rep in the streets and in the salon chair. But somewhere between nursing exams and late-night block parties, she started saving parts of herself just for him. The quiet parts. The delicate ones. The ones nobody else got close to. And when she crossed that graduation stage, RN-BSN stitched behind her name and her grandmother crying in the crowd - he bragged harder than anyone. Didn't care who was listening. Forget MVP, forget the championship rings. She was the win. She was the headline. The girl from Brooklyn with spitfire in her lungs, gold in her smile, and a softness only he ever got to see. This isn't a story about being chosen. It's about choosing each other. No fairytales. Just Brooklyn grit and a love that never let go.