T𝚠𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍.

"had to show the pussy bitch I been that, and bitch i'm still is." a nba youngboy fanfiction lowercase intended. have to follow me in order to read some chapters. cover made by Pimperetta

"𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛?" "𝐢 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞"

When rich girl Alyssa grows tired of the high-life, she joins a boxing gym for delinquents, where she must fight her feelings for one of the members or risk ruining her family's reputation. **** Eighteen-year-old Alyssa Class is known as the rich bitch, the girl with the perfect life - except her life is anything but perfect. Max O'Connor knows first-hand what it's like to have nothing, which is why he's hellbent on becoming a boxer -if he can avoid distractions. But when Alyssa joins a gym for delinquents, their worlds collide, and sparks - and fists - start to fly. With controlling parents on their case and her dad's business on the line, will the pair fight for family or love? *UPDATES DAILY* *This is a Gaslight spin-off. It will feature some familiar characters but is a standalone book and can be read without reading Gaslight.* *If you aren't reading this book on Wattpad, it has been stolen. Please report the website!*

The duality of survival and softness , where light seeps through of midnight lives .

"𝐈 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞."

Stacy is labeled as a bbw she hate that people and that type weren't equal she mostly get jealous of her friend chandice she was like a model Stacy was afraid to love again but rome change her mind the biggest crip in Harlem.

When a self-made beauty boss tries to leave her toxic past behind, she crosses paths with New York's most feared kingpin who's already decided she'll be his, whether she's ready or not.

"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.