The FINAL book of the series.

Nari is the backbone of her block. A hairstylist with a "don't talk to me" attitude, she carries the weight of her world on her shoulders without asking for a hand out or a shoulder to cry on. Between braiding heads until her fingers bleed and raising her little sister, Layla, Nari doesn't have time for feelings-only for the math of survival. She's the provider, the protector, and the one everyone runs to when the lights go out. When her best friend Vee discovers her boyfriend, Marcus, sneaking a woman into her apartment, the two "slide" to handle the disrespect. But the confrontation takes a deadly turn. Against Nari's warnings, a heart-broken Vee does the unmistakable, not realizing the aftermath will affect J.R., a name that carries a death sentence in the streets. Caught in the crosshairs of a street war they didn't start, Nari's life of calculated hustle is traded for a game of survival. Dragged into the shadows of the streets, she comes face-to-face with a man whose silence is louder than any gunshot. He's cold, calculated, and holds Nari's life in the palm of his hand. Now, Nari is juggling more than just bills and braids. She's navigating a world of high-stakes debts and a dangerous attraction to a man who represents everything she should be running from. But in a world built on power and pride, love is a liability. When the wall finally crumbles and the "Provider" has nothing left to give, the roles reverse. _________________________________

A unhinged love story told in a therapy session.

In the heart of the Bronx, 18-year-old India was the smart girl with dreams bigger than the blocks until she fell deep for Karsen, the street dude running deep in the game. They became the school's ultimate power couple: her shine and his hustle, turning heads everywhere. But months later, the pregnancy test hit different two weeks pregnant with twins. Karsen wanted no parts. One desperate text message later, he vanished left the state without a word, leaving India alone in the hood, carrying his babies and picking up the pieces of a love that turned ghost. In the Bronx, love comes fast... but betrayal hits harder.

𝗜 𝗔𝗜𝗡'𝗧 𝗔𝗦𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗧𝗢 𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗠𝗘: ❝ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡, 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙞'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡, 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙞'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪... ❞ 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗜'𝗠𝗔 𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨: ❝ 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤' 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙜𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙥, 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣' 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣' ... ❞ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄. (not edited)

She arrives in the city, believing distance could keep her untouched. He arrived unconscious, his future already alternated. What connects them is never named, or felt formed in silence, restraint, and moments that were never supposed to happen. This is a story about loss, proximity, and what happens when feelings become unavoidable. © 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟨 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐈

"...𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬." 𝙖 𝐧𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.

Rob49 & Dess Dior Fanfiction

A Telorvae Production.

"Lately she on her own, and she having dreams about dying. Rather bleed before crying. She can leave but it's timin'." Sequel to The Price Of Peace