Pain. Those 4 words can effect a person mentally and physically. Those 4 words I don't wish on anyone, Aelia.

"𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 made me soft, mama" I said, locking my eyes with Kalani's. Real talk, I love her more than myself. I don't even know who I'd be if she never walked into my life. "I ain't never been soft for nobody, babygirl," I added, just to hear her laugh. Why not read? You may like it.🤭

"he's alive but barely holding on" someone stated "oh thank God...will he be okay?" another stated "sir what's todays date...can you feel this?....can you keep your eyes open for me?....try to follow the light for me sir" i heard so faintly "Blood pressure is dropping we gotta go now!! we are losing him" was the last i heard before i shut my eyes .... They were never meant to cross paths-one living a structured, carefully planned life, the other guided by impulse and reckless hope. One is dismissive, and determined to keep their distance, while the other, stubborn and undeniably drawn in, refuses to walk away. What starts as irritation turns into tension, the chase slowly becomes something neither of them can outrun-love. PLEASE NOTE THIS BOOK IS BASED IN 2014-2018 AND IS A SLOW BURN THANK YOU STARTED: 03/03/2026 FINISHED: 03/11/2026

Here I am again... Different day, different hour, but trapped in the same haunting cycle, she thought. Tiara stood before the mirror, her reflection staring back like a stranger she couldn't escape. The hatred she felt wasn't loud it was quiet, cold, and relentless. Her eyes welled with tears as they traced the outline of her body, every curve now a battlefield. She despised what she saw. Not because she always had, but because somewhere along the way, the love she once had for herself faded... and she didn't know how to bring it back.

Have you ever wanted something you couldn't have? Not just desired-but craved it so deeply you'd cross lines you swore you never would. Burn bridges. Betray loyalty. Risk everything. Meet Paris Henderson, 25 years old and living life by the book. Work. School. Home. Playing the perfect wife to Michael Henderson, a respected federal prosecutor. Her world is polished, predictable, and safe-until it isn't. One fateful encounter brings Paris face-to-face with Ishmael Bowman, a dangerous temptation wrapped in bad-boy charm. He's everything she shouldn't want-and everything she can't stop craving. When desire collides with duty... When her drug of choice becomes the very thing her husband is paid to destroy... Will Paris come out on top? Or will she lose herself to the Crave?

He swore he loved me, but love don't raise no child alone. Now I'm stuck between his empty promises, his new girl drama, and trying to protect my peace-for me and our baby. This ain't just babydaddy issues... this a whole storm.

17 year old Kylee had hard times growing up as a toddler. Her father being in and out of jail and her mother on Drugs. The only constant in her life was her 9 year old brother Jace. Kylee was a very successful girl, Captain of the Dance Team, and made Honor Roll or Principal's List. She always focused on school..but her one addiction she could never shake always crept up on her.. The brown skinned, 6'4, curly haired boy she knew ever since she was 15. Malik. No matter how many times she moved or changed schools, he'd always find his way back into her life... No matter how he did it.

Widening the door I seen him holding another bag, with flowers in his hand and a blunt behind his ear "really? More peace offerings?" "Ain't none wrong in that" I thanked him for it as I was raised with manners I placed the flowers on the counter alongside the bag not bothered to look inside and see what he got. "That's how you gon do me?" He asked pointing at the flowers on the counter. "I mean flowers really not cutting anything right now" I shrugged. "It better cause I came here to apologise" he walked over and stood in front of me with his tall ass self. "Mhm" I hummed ready to hear what he has to say. "Real shit though. I know I ain't really been on my shit cause I got other shit I'm dealing with so Ion really wanna put that onto you cause you'n deserve none of that. So I told you Ion wanna rush it so I don't become the man that don't treat you good" at this point he put his hand in mine and used his thumb to rub the back of my hand in circular motions. "So I wanna apologise for allat cause I ain't really tell you what's going on but Ion really wanna wait for that date no more". There was just some in his eyes that was getting me especially with his head being slightly tilted not even thinking of trying to break eye contact with me. "So what does that mean?"

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮.

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