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"I just hope you know that I understand...that you don't wanna be alone."

"a feeling of having already experienced the present situation." it's chaotic, you gotta read it .

"𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘." - - most impressive ranking📌 #10 in hood - - #3 in hood romance #3 in urban romance #4 in black love #12 in urban

The love I have for you always been visible.

[ #3 for lifestyle ] Story includes some characters from Cold Blooded, Soft Hearted. Salana, Boop's daughter, has dealt with social anxiety throughout her entire life. She never knew how to communicate with others well and did not go out much. She builds a stronger relationship with her friend Mulan, who brings her out of her comfort zone. Salana meets Juice, and does not like him from the beginning. Will Salana's hate towards Juice grow or will she find love in him? Read to find out.

"You taught me the real meaning of love again" 𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿: @Dreamgirlmyaah

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙄 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪"

noun: weakness. /ˈwēknəs/ -a person or thing that one is unable to resist or likes excessively.