Book 1 In Miami's heat, where bodies drop and secrets burn, Brycier finds himself tangled in the arms of the city's most dangerous man-the one who was never supposed to care. A slow-burn hood romance soaked in blood, fear, and first love.

Cee Ayers doesn't let people in-he's got walls built from years of learning that trust is dangerous. Zeph Carter doesn't need an invitation-he sees through the silence, through the sarcasm, and meets Cee exactly where he is. What starts as an easy friendship shifts into something heavier, something neither of them expected. But love-real love-means letting yourself be seen, even when it's terrifying. Sample Scene: Cee was sprawled on Zeph's bed, noise-canceling headphones on, iPad in hand, locked into his game. He barely noticed when the mattress dipped, barely reacted when Zeph's warmth pressed against him. Then Zeph slid on top of him. Cee exhaled through his nose, adjusting his grip on the iPad, ignoring the weight pressing him into the mattress. A slow, deliberate kiss landed on his neck. Then another. Cee tapped his screen. "Move." Zeph didn't. Instead, he bit down gently, then soothed the spot with his tongue. Cee tensed. "Zeph." Zeph hummed against his skin, pressing more kisses, dragging his lips up the side of Cee's throat. His hands settled on Cee's ribs, thumbs rubbing slow circles. Cee's fingers twitched around the iPad. He tried to focus. He really did. Then Zeph bit again, harder this time. Cee sighed, dropping the iPad onto his chest and yanking off the headphones. "You deadass?" Zeph grinned against his skin. "Been deadass." Cee huffed, tilting his head to the side in surrender. "You so fuckin' annoying." Zeph just chuckled, lips finding Cee's jaw. "Yeah, but you love me though."

Trey been grindin' since he was a kid. At 23, he tryna leave that street life alone, workin' at a car shop and keepin' his circle small. He don't trust easy, don't talk much, and damn sure don't got time for drama. Zay, 21, is the type to say whatever on his mind. He loud, got a bad attitude, and stay outside-hustlin', fightin', and talkin' shit. He known in the neighborhood for runnin' his mouth and gettin' into trouble.

"I shoot yo ass right na slime" "do it"

(𝐧.) 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭; "𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬" "𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮" "𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞" ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ɴᴏʀᴛʜ ᴛᴇxᴀs

Here's to denying feelings, avoiding confrontation, exes and (old) hookups being added to the equation, minor and major mistakes being made, attachment issues, trust issues, abandonment issues - all types of issues and so much more. Follow Joshiah, Noah and their friends in a book in which they laugh because of happiness; cry because of sadness; fight their own battles; deny most of their feelings; struggle with what's right and what's wrong; and eventually learn how to love. All Rights Reserved by Honey (writtenbyhoney) on Wattpad © May 16, 2021 DISCLAIMERS: - this story contains strong language and possibly sexually explicit content. - everything that happens in the story is STRICTLY FICTIONAL and takes place in an alternative universe. thank you for checking in & have a blast reading, baby ✨

Chrisanto and Kingston eventually find their way around after years of friendship and everything in between. copyright © writtenbyhoney on wattpad all rights reserved

| 𝐚𝐫 • 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐫 | 𝟏. 𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐀 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE.)

Being that he was troubled by his sexuality, and his parents had recently passed in a shooting, Ma'Kai was as lost as ever. Nevertheless, he still had the help of this three older brothers. Not only was he tolled with depression, and his freshman year in college, but his love life wasn't on his side either. With a mixture of drugs, love, and certain fate. You could do nothing but wonder, is he gonna make it?