"What is your problem?!" I yelled back. She is starting to piss me off with these damn mood swings and it's messing with my head. "Excuse me." She snarled as she walked up to me. "I don't know who messed you up this damn badly but whoever it is needs to be put in jail, because the way you treat people is not fucking acceptable. None of us have done anything to you and yet you are acting like we ruin your life. I just-" I didn't even have time to finish because a hand was on my throat and my back was against the wall, and all of a sudden, her lips were on mine. I was so lost but at the same time content. She put her hands on my waist and dug her nails into me. My hands went into her dark hair and she lifted my right leg and pressed herself against me. I felt something touch my center and that's when I realized what it was. I moaned as I pictured what it would feel like inside me. Her lips moved down to my neck and with no time she was biting down on it leaving marks. Her lips found my soft spot and started sucking on it. I felt my center start to throb as I tried to bring her closer to me, but just as I started to rock my hips against her, she put her hand back on my neck and tightened it. My lust was very high right now and as I looked into her eyes I knew hers was too. "Get the hell out." She lowly growled at me. ******* What happens when a little fun game becomes more and someone starts to get possessive?

"If love is poison, what a wonderful way to die." 🖤

"You trust me?" he asked, eyes turning soft once they made contact. "Maj, I-I-" "I said do you trust me, Lucky?" he repeated, voice hard. "...yes," she breathed out, and his next words came without hesitation, sending a chill down her spine. "Then shoot."

nir·va·na a state of perfect happiness; an ideal or idyllic place. where we see what happens when an emptiness that one thought could never be filled is overflowing. when two lost souls find each other. where a broken record plays a perfect harmony. when after years of searching, you find nirvana.

Heart's Desire (Noun) : Refers to the deepest, most personal longings or wishes that come from your emotional core-not just what you want, but what you truly yearn for. These desires often reflect your truest self-your passions, dreams, needs for love, purpose, connection, or fulfillment. They're called "heart's" desires because they're emotional and instinctive, not always logical or practical. They can be difficult to explain, but you feel them deeply. "I feel like for some crazy ass reason, I got this connection with you. I wonder about ya safety when I'm not around and even if you never give a nigga the time of day... I just want you to be happy. I don't even know why.. I'm attracted to you like crazy ma." "You make me feel this way that I've never really felt before and I'm just too scared to go for the ride. Everything I ever said I wanted in a man, you have. Your attitude, your mindset, your maturity-." They weren't looking for each other, but something deeper-unspoken and undeniable-pulled them in. Follow along as two souls shaped by pain, survival, and pride, try to navigate a bond that feels bigger than either of them. It's passionate, intense, captivating, and at times overwhelming. Their connection isn't just attraction-it's a collision of heart's desires that neither expected, but both need. ( MATURE CONTENT ) COMPLETED

Book 2 of Blessings.

Riah had her own reasons on why she never dealt with dudes involved inna streets but when HE showed up it was hard for her to remember that reason...

⚠❗WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT AND BAD LANGUAGE⚠ Book 1 Jamal Allen, your typical Cali boy from Compton who is just trying to find his way through this thing we all call life. Like most males in this this time period of Compton, Jamal was inevitably choosen to have a tuff childhood since the day he was brought into this world. From not having a father around, to being the "Man" of his household at just 10 years old to now gangbanging with the infamous West Side Piru Blood Gang. Apart from having a mom and a little sister, Jamal never could call anyone his family for long. His love life was full of girls walking in and out of his bedroom in the morning. Although, Jamal didn't see himself as a playboy many could argue that he has a bit of a high sex drive. Truly, Jamal is both a fighter and a lover who just wants a Bonnie to his Clyde like lifestyle. Will he find her is the real question? I guess we'll have to find out and see.

There was a woman Born from a lotus Her heart was golden Deep as the ocean Until this one man He came and broke it Til it was open Just like a lotus Oh yes, There were explosions She found her focus The beast awoken.. - Jhené Aiko

//Please note this story is under heavy construction! Read at your own risk.// If you look for perfection, you'll never be content. ~Leo Tolstoy . . . . . . . A flower is to be always beautiful lest it is cast away. A flower is to be innocent and pure. Delicate in nature, ever to bring squinting smiles to those around. A flower is perfect. Always perfect. She was the perfect embodiment of a flower. Her name, Iris. A thorn is sharp like a knight's blade. It inflicts pain and draws blood if one dares to get close. A thorn protects a flower from the wickedness of the world. A thorn is attached to the king, ever guarding. He was the perfect embodiment of a thorn. His name, Luca. She was an iris in no need of a thorn and he was a thorn in no need of a delicate iris. Thrust together by an arranged marriage, the unlikely pair, the thorn, and the flower must now find a way to co-inhabit in the same garden. Bracing the strength of the winter, will their love and companionship last for the spring season or will the cold betrayal of a parasitic orchid, the overflowing herbicide of lies and the perfect perfection of the Iris trample the delicate budding bloom of their affairs of the heart?