A gang banger and a stripper what can go wrong?...

Come with a classic, they come around years later and say it's a sleeper

"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚟'𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐"☆ 𝚂𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐

"𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. "𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭." 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

"I'll text you.." She said as they pulled away. "Yeah ight. You better." They walked inside the cafeteria together but went separate ways. Anija walked back up to where Kema and Kam were sitting with a goofy smile. "Look at her, happy as hell she got her nigga back.." Kam tapped Kema's knee so she could look up. Anija laughed as she sat back down next to them. "That's my boo forreal.." typical (not so typical) highschool love story 💖

COVER BY @NURIBANDSS a woman named promise who was invited to her best friend in collage wedding, she hadn't seen Jada in 2 years due to how messy life had been for both of them but the friendship still remained. Accepting the invitation without a thought, the wedding was taking place in New York City where Jada was born and raised. The wedding was going to be hosted by the St. Clair family , Jada St. Clair was the only girl out of the 4 children Ja'Lisa and Jabari had. Jabari Jr, Judah , Jada and Jamar were the 4 children of the black mafia family. Big Jabari Aka Demon in the streets started all this at a very young age, he moved smart and his two sons Jj and Judah took over the business and ran it even better than he did, with Jada being the only girl this wedding was special and it was gonna be bigger than anyone could imagine, With Judah being a man who doesn't believe in love all he cares about is the streets but what happens when he meets his little sister old best friend, promise?

Murda got ops in every direction, and Taya gotta adjust to loving a man who might not come home one night. The streets talk fast. One day you're in love, next day you trending for all the wrong reasons.

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

Halo Watters didn't know anything about the streets. He knew the stories people told in church. The prayer requests whispered after service. The names mentioned when someone asked the congregation to pray for a family that lost a son. But Halo had never stood in a room where guns were part of a conversation. Never watched men settle problems with fear instead of words. His world had always been built around faith, patience, and the belief that people could change if they wanted to. He believed in forgiveness. In grace...In second chances. Princess Midnight didn't know anything about that world. Not the way Halo did. Church to her was something people went to when they wanted to feel better about things they had already decided to do. Faith sounded nice in theory, but in the world she grew up in, survival mattered more than sermons. Kingston Midnight didn't raise her to believe someone else would save her. He raised her to protect herself. To control situations before they got out of hand. To make decisions quickly. To never show hesitation in a room full of men waiting for a sign of weakness. Halo believed people deserved mercy. Princess believed mercy could get you killed.

Malcolm Carter never imagined raising four daughters alone. Three years after losing his wife to a brain tumor, his life is loud, messy, and filled with ponytails, homework, ballet recitals, and late nights trying to make sure his girls are okay. He loves them more than anything, but some days it still feels like the heart of their home disappeared when Aaleah did. Celeste Moore lives the opposite kind of life. A disciplined ballet instructor who thrives on routine and quiet, Celeste spends her days teaching children grace, focus, and confidence before returning home to peaceful nights with her cat. Her world is calm, structured, and carefully balanced. For four years, Malcolm's daughters have danced in Celeste's class. She watched them grow. She watched them grieve. She watched Malcolm do his best to be everything his daughters needed. But Celeste has one strict rule she refuses to break: She does not date the parents of her students. Especially not a single father with four daughters and a life full of chaos. Yet somewhere between late pickups, quiet conversations, and watching Malcolm braid his daughters' hair before class, the line between professional and personal begins to blur. Malcolm never expected to love again. Celeste never expected to want the kind of life he lives. But sometimes healing comes in the form of loud houses, messy kitchens, and one unexpected seat at the table. sometimes love looks like The Sixth Chair.