"You just don't look....safe." Essence said while sipping her drink. "Naw, I only ain't safe for the niggas that hate me." "But for you, I'll be real cautious..."

❝ A journey with Kasiani as she finds harmony, peace, and safety in the arms of the man who once led her life recklessly, and together, they rebuild a better future. ❞ Published: Jul 29th, 2025 Finished: May 9, 2026 Rankings🏅: 🥇 in Freaky 🥇 in newyorklovestory 🥇 in blackcomedy 🥈 in daveeast 🥈 in Ganglove 🥉 in Urban #4 in Toxiclove #4 in Hoodlove

"Damn. Hasn't even been that long and you got a whole rock on your finger now, huh?" "...What are you doing here?" She unthinkingly rubbed her swollen belly, the tight knots forming in her stomach at the same time. "What you mean? I came for the art." His tone was sarcastic as he gestured at the paintings on the walls. She watched his eyes drift down her body, before he tightly clenched his jaw. "But I see I have more than one thing to congratulate you on." He said, bitterly. • • • • • • 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛? ❤️‍🩹👻 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟸 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 (𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕)

Hooked onto drugs, no family, no guidance or sanity until she met HIM. Cover Creds: @Triceynexttdoor ❤️ -BLICKY.

Dave east fanfic w his two girlies 😩

At twelve years old, Melody Reign Saldana learned that monsters don't hide under beds - they wear designer suits and carry loaded guns. After witnessing a ruthless drug lord execute her parents in cold blood, Melody was forced into a life she never chose. Raised by her powerful uncle Alejandro in the deadly streets of Miami, she grew into something far more dangerous than a grieving little girl. Now twenty-two, Melody is one of the most feared contract killers in the city. Beautiful, cold-hearted, and impossible to catch, she leaves behind nothing but bodies... and a lipstick-stained kiss on every victim. Revenge is the only thing keeping her alive, and she'll stop at nothing until the men responsible for her parents' deaths are buried six feet under. But everything changes when she crosses paths with Kane Blackwell - a twenty-nine-year-old homicide detective haunted by a tragedy of his own. After losing his parents to murder at just eight years old, Kane dedicated his life to putting killers behind bars. He's smart, relentless, and dangerously close to uncovering Miami's bloodiest secrets. What starts as a game of cat and mouse quickly turns into something neither of them expected. Because the closer Kane gets to solving his cases... the closer he gets to Melody. In a city ruled by money, violence, and betrayal, love could be the deadliest mistake of all.

"𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞..."

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

"Please Jesus, free me of the spirit of lust." "I know that relationships built under your word can last forever. So free me of the thought, free me of the feeling and free me from my flesh trying to cloud my judgement." "I don't worship lust, sex or desire. I worship you Jesus, please don't allow me to lose sight of that." "In Jesus name, I pray." "Amen." I spoke desperately as I stood up from my knees.

"I'll play you." Kross challenged with a serious expression on his face, smoothly twirling the basketball on his pointer finger. "For what?" Amiko sighed heavily, a bored look on her face, crossing her arms over her chest, tapping her foot repeatedly on the ground. "𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭."