"See I'm a nigga, that don't like niggas." - KV. "Them Percocets & Xannies make me wanna keep on sippin'." - LD. "He swear to never tell no lie, because that's not what he believe." - YB.

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.

"Let me get yo' number." I said and he looked back at me with surprise. "Why? You gay?" He asked and I laughed. "Nigga, you my new studio person. I want to stay in contact," I explained and he nodded. "Oh. Cause I could've sworn you were flirtin' wit' me." He muttered and I grinned. "Don't take it to heart, I jus' be bored," I said and he typed in his number. "Well, don't joke wit' me cause I'm really like that." We made eye contact again and a smirk gifted my lips. "Mm," I licked my lips and he bit his. "Bye Tariq. I'll save your number as asshole." He went back to his computer. "And I'll save yours as big ass," he laughed. "See, you provin' my point. Bye." He waved good-bye at me. Asshole: Goodnight ____ It's a lil lame ik buttt Read to find out more !😝😙 Trigger warnings inside the book

in which I write gay oneshots .. again.

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

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"