𝒏𝒐·𝒕𝒐·𝒓𝒊·𝒆·𝒕𝒚 /ˌ𝒏ō𝒅əˈ𝒓īə𝒅ē/ 𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅 Revamped 20/01/23- 08-07-23 UNEDITED ⚠️⚠️

Reentry Case 007: Male, 37, assault with intent to kill, parole conditions strict. Not to be left alone with female staff.

𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 | SLOW BURNED ASF. " A rare and nearly obsolete word meaning 'the act of loving in return' or 'loving someone in the same degree'. " 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄. (not edited).

A story about the life of a 17 year old highschooler

Fresh out of prison, Dayvon has nothing-and no one to trust. Amani is the one person who might change that. The calm in the chaos of his life. But past mistakes, danger, and rising fame won't let him have peace easily. In a world that's always ready to break them, can they hold on to what really matters?

" this shit don't change anything, i'm still gone kill yo ass. In love with you or not", Tsuani remarked not even believing himself. He was to far deep in now to even do something like that, this girl drove him nuts. He'd do anything for her, she's the first girl to get to know him for him. Despite of their past. " yea ight, bite me" scottlyn chucked throwing a pillow at him before reaching over and pecking his lips. They were in the deep in now, and they were both about to drown in the lies and love they've created . - In which a girl who fears nothing that bleeds comes across the most feared, most powerful king pin in Chicago. They get an altercation and scottlyn shoots him. Tsuani vowed that if he ever seen her again he would kill her. But things take an unexpected turn as they cross paths again.

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

My name is Shy and these are my nasty ass sex stories and this is very descriptive so if you dont do the smut DONT READ THIS....THIS AINT FOR YOU. PARENTAL ADVISORY

" 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐃? " " 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 , 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐓?"