Darius and Malachi have hated each other for as long as they can remember, only tolerating one another because of Shawn-Malachi's boyfriend and Darius's best friend since middle school. Malachi has always known Shawn isn't exactly loyal, but leaving him has never been that simple. So if Shawn can play games, why can't he? The problem is the one person Malachi ends up breaking his own rules with is Darius. It's supposed to be simple-no feelings, no strings, and Shawn can never find out.

Penpaling an inmate was not something Andre would ever do in his life until his best friend coaxed him into it. PREVIEW/SNEAK PEAK "W-Wait," Andre breathes as he takes a step back. Armand smiled showing his pretty teeth and dimples. They looked so much better in person was all Andre could think. He was taken away by Armand's beauty. "Mon Chéri, Did you miss me?" Armand rasped his deep tone doing something unfathomable to Andre. Taking a step inside Andre's apartment, Armand licked his lips as he followed Andre whilst closing the front door behind him. "W-When did you g-get out?" Andre quried. His heart banged loudly against his chest and his back hit lightly againt a wall as he was cornered by Armand. "Today, I came as quickly as I could, Because someone decided to pull a little stunt," Andre had thought hearing Armand on the phone was a turn-on automatically but hearing it in real life transcended him. "And h-how did you find out where I live?" Andre questioned whether he ever told Armand where he lived specifically in the city yet here he was. "Mon Chéri, enough with the questions," Armand growled clipping Andre's mouth shut. How dare he. He was lucky that he was too handsome to argue with. The camera from phones didn't do Armand no justice "Say, Andre, tilt your chin my way and part those pretty lips of yours and let me tongue fuck your mouth," he grunted making Andre gulp. Armand was very filthy on the phone calls and messages and Andre would of course entertain him but that was because he thought he would never get the chance to meet Armand in real life. Partially Armand being here was partly his fault. Because he had told the man that he wanted/thought to end their relationship. And the last thing Armand had sent was. "You're mine, Mon Chéri" Armand growled gripping Andre's chin. "Now part your lips before I bend you over," And just like that Andre parted his lips as his body trembled. Not with fear. But with excitement.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘚𝘪𝘯. 𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

After twelve years behind bars, Iman has learned to feel nothing. With only six months left on his sentence, the last thing he expects is a new cell mate who forces him to confront everything he buried for so long.

𝖲𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝖺 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖠 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽... 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾... 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍?

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

"you consume me" "I can't live without you" "i'm addicted"

"Explain to me why this not right baby, please." "Nyzir I'm not suppose to feel this way about you."

Ziare Emmelle. Street nigga turned club promotor. Sincere Kazzi. King Pin turned strip club owner. When these two worlds collide, it's a story of betrayal, unexpected love and violence.

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