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𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝟐 𝒀𝒐𝒖 ۵ by satourixoxo
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"𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. "𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭." 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.
Ameri's Chance by Miss-Mysterious1
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Ameri Jones is new to Chicago, she wanted a change and a change is what she got. Wanting to expand her business in hair, Chicago was a great move...but when someone takes an interest in her things change even more. Chance Smith, a retired gang leader who is now walking a clean life...trying to put his certificate in barbering to use, he books a suite. When the mystery woman in the next room catches his attention he realize he met his match.
AFTER ONE NIGHT by Writtenbykrissie
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ALL IT TOOK WAS ONE NIGHT
𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 by riahsfantasyy
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"𝙄𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚."
𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲  by -asogeekd
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𝘕𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘥𝘥𝘥𝘥𝘥
HEAT || Ja Morant by IndyBabyy
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She thought she would never leave her current "situation-ship" until she met a well known NBA player that changed her mind.
	 ~𝒜 𝒮𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉 ℱℴ𝓇 𝒜 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝓃ℯ𝓇~ by bakerkaia
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Naomi Brooks is everything he's not-pure, soft-spoken, raised on hymns and hallelujahs. A church girl with a kind heart and a secret longing for something more. Dave East is everything she's been warned about-ruthless, feared, raised on pain and silence. A man who doesn't beg, doesn't break, and doesn't believe in salvation. But when a quiet prayer crosses paths with a silent war, Naomi becomes the one light in Dave's dark world. And he'll burn it all down to protect her. As their worlds collide, secrets unravel, blood is spilled, and faith is tested. Because some love stories aren't about fairy tales... They're about survival. And when Dave finally uncovers the truth about who killed his mother, love might not be enough to stop him from getting revenge.
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | by Madiwrotethat
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𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 . 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱𝘆
Residuals.  by MJade92
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Ja and Dess had been inseparable from the moment they met in college. What started as a friendship quickly ignited into a love neither of them saw coming. They were young-perhaps too young to understand the weight of what they truly had. Then Ja's betrayals shattered everything. For Dess, walking away was the only way to save herself. For Ja, losing her sent him spiraling into a world of regret, excess, and self-destruction. Now, five years later, fate has brought them back to the same crossroads, caught between what was and what still might be. When their paths cross once more, old wounds resurface, and the weight of unspoken words lingers between them. Dess has built a life without Ja-one that doesn't revolve around heartbreak and second chances. She has convinced herself she has moved on. Ja has moved on, too-at least in some ways. He's a father now. His daughter, Kaari, is the one pure, beautiful thing to come from the years he spent trying to be with someone else. But he never loved Kaari's mother the way he loved Dess. He couldn't. Because even after five years, after all the mistakes and all the time lost between them, Dess still owns his heart in a way no one else ever could. In this sequel to Wrong Kind Of Right, Ja and Dess find themselves questioning: Is love ever truly lost, or does it simply leave behind pieces-residuals of what once was, waiting for the right time to find its way back?