"You no tell this girl that I said, I want no relations with a darkie?" She spat to me, making my eyes go wide. What? I thought to myself and Gio tried pulling me away but I snatched away from him, knowing I heard right this time. "Wait, what?" I spoke out loud and Gi grabbed me roughly, trying to pull me away again. "Why you saying these things? She's beautiful." I heard his abuelita sticking up for me as she stood to her feet and all the guys began to as well, telling their mom that she was wrong for what she was doing. "That puta heard me." She spat, pointing her finger at me. "You're too dark." She held up a brown paper bag that she was drinking her beer out of. "You no match this bag or lighter, you're too dark." "You look too much like his father. I no want you around me." She shooed me off, instantly breaking my heart into a billion pieces as I looked up at Giovanni who was looking down at me with hurt in his eyes. "Baby, please." He begged and I shook my head at him in disgust before putting my attention back onto her. "Get that darkness out of here, Giovanni. She's a demon." "Only demons have her color." She kept on going and I felt sick to my stomach in this moment as I stood there in complete shock.

At twenty-three, Kori thought she had love all figured out: steady boundaries, clear intentions, no room for chaos. But then there's Three. Three's twenty-five with a heavy past and an even heavier heart. The streets taught him to move ruthless, but one look at Kori had him rethinking everything. What starts as a friendship becomes calls that run too long and rides that don't end at the curb. Three falls first while Kori keeps drawing lines he's ready to cross. He's learning to heal. She's learning to trust. Together they're walking a line between danger and devotion. Where every laugh, every glance, every silence feels like more than it should. This isn't just a love story. It's a slow burn in real time with two hearts circling the fire, daring each other to step closer.

He holds her heels. She lets her guard down. And in the space between city lights and silence, two people who weren't looking for love start to feel something they can't explain. No drama. No rush. Just raw connection and a spark that won't quit.

___ OLDER Book "Nik?" The soft voice ive been dying to hear came from behind me "Nik stop" I kept my eyes on the little guy His eyes open wide mouth hanging "Please don't kill me man it was a joke" he tried, he really tried. "You don't joke about my woman. you don't tell a damn joke about Lily-grace" my voice boomed __ LILY-GRACE Loves being spoiled and is intrigued by a Russian man who keeps coming to her work of place NIKOLAI Loves spoiling Lily-grace and has a newfound obsession for her

Urban Poly FanFic || Plus Size 18+ Poet • Imarra • Malik Why choose when you can have both.. ++++++++++++++++++++++ 🎶 "She gimme head & ride dick, that's a laptop" 🎶

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄....

𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙤... (mature because of mild profanity!! and MAYBE a kiss here and there) idk 𝘼𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙙, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙩. 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮-𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙧. 𝙮𝙚𝙩.... 𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘼𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙏𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝐭𝐡

Zac and Fatima are on different paths in life. They met in an unconventional way but come together when one needed someone of their side. Together they face challenges. Will they last the course of time?

"Every since I've moved here he's been looking at me with lust in his eyes, i can see it but i wanna know....why me?" Rochelle Johnson is a 16, curvy, Baltimore girl. the only people she have in her life is her mother and god, her father died a couple of years ago.Her mother gets this new job in California and they have to move which means starting a new life. Being a big girl in a big city is hard to Rochelle's point of view, but that all changes when she meets this fine dreadhead Monte, who is also known as "Scarface", the biggest drug lord in LA. He shows her love, passion, affection than anyone in this world. will she let him show her how to love and be happy with the way she looks? Or will she be stubborn? Lets see how far this goes ** I wrote this story when I was 14 so forgive me for the grammar and the cliche storyline lol. With all its flaws I hope you guys enjoy the story anyway.**

"How are you supposed to keep your man with your hair in that mess, Tamia?" "And has your hair been looking like that all week?" She went on talking about my hair now, considering it was blown-out instead of well kept, hot combed and straightened the way that she liked. "No, mama." I dragged, annoyed completely now with all of my peace gone in this moment. "I just got out of the shower and I just finished washing and blow-drying my hair." "I'm going to hot comb it and then flat iron it when I'm finished doing my skincare." "Yasin's not going to be home until tomorrow probably anyway." I threw in there but of course she wouldn't chastise him about why and where.