HELLO MY LITTLE BABIESSS!!!!!💋💋 So look Some of my chapters have uncomfortable settings like suicide or certain type of kinks like CNC (Consent Non Consent) , Knife Play, Gun Play, but other then that for all my ladies who loves those men with Tattoos, Guns, Big Dingalings, And Money here you goooo💕😘😘 ENJOY!!

It all started with a tattoo 🤭 This story is a little fast paced

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

"He's mine too." Two of these enemies has hated each other with a passion since grade school. It was going to stay that way, at least that's what they thought until a new boy moves on their block with his older cousin. He is quiet and shy as if he seems to always be in his thoughts. This interest the two young men and they both want him. The two battle out, going out of their way to have him. Little do they know, the boy wants them both.

Loriionna father always wanted a boy he hated the fact that Loriionna wasn't. he forced her to be a street fighter and a murderer he abused and mistreated her trying to make her a man and her mother was no good she let him. Loriionna finally had enough and use the only way she knows how to get away from them. After gaining freedom, she calculated, she trusts no one and shows no mercy for anybody. Well that's until she meets a sweet woman who too pretty and sweet for her own good and her crazy boyfriend who has a few loose screws and crazy eyes. For the first time in her life She becomes obsessed with something fixated on them and she doesn't know how to handle it.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a new teacher walks into a classroom she prayed for, a mother watches her family shift beneath her feet, and a man with blood on his hands tries to keep them clean. until feelings get tangled, truths unravel, and love starts showing up in places it shouldn't.

Soriyah and Derek's story. 18+

Just a girl NOT trying to find love. "Oh wow." Patrick and Dontay said at the same time, getting up walking into the kitchen. Kelsey soon followed with big eyes and a smile, while Zakai watched Amiri's facial expressions morph. He slowly slid close to Amiri behind Zakori's back, catching about five seconds of Zakori laying on her side thrashing a small purple dildo, covered in cum, into her greedy pussy. He also saw the black rose toy she had pressed against her clit. She was oiled to perfection but what took the cake was the glimpse of the green plug she had inserted in her butt. The timer set on Kelsey's phone went off making Zakori quickly jack her phone from Amiri. She then realized Zakai had also saw something because he was now behind her instead of on side of her. They both looked at her shocked. "Oh you be tearing that lil muhfucka up, huh?" Zakai said with dazed eyes, head tilted. She quickly grabbed his lips and pinched them together. "Speak nothing of this." She said looking between the two, embarrassed.

Best friends...to lovers...maybe? A gangster love story

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.