𝗞𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗲 𝗞𝘆𝘀𝗮𝘂𝗻 𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘁, 𝗮 𝟮𝟴 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗴𝗼. 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙩. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙, 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙆𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝘼𝙩𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙚? 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧? 𝙊𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧.

"𝘾'𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 "𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖"

Trinity Smith has been starving for more out of her marriage to Meech. Three years in and she feels alone, untouched, and unsatisfied. Especially behind closed doors. The spark is gone, and no matter how hard she tries, it feels like she's begging for something that should come naturally. They try therapy, hoping it'll save them. For a minute, it looks like it might. Then Thanksgiving comes around...and everything spirals. That's when Trinity really meets Dayvon Bennett, Meech's close friend who's a father. What starts off subtle turns reckless fast, and before she knows it, Trinity is caught up in something messy, addictive, and completely off-limits.

"You can't see the future. I might have a chance. You don't know for sure." He mumbled, making her expression soften. "M-my mom used to tell me t-that birds still sing even after a storm. Why shouldn't people feel as free t-to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?" Samir stopped talking for a moment to regather himself so that he didn't stutter, but Nina froze completely. "You don't have to settle with him Nina. It's been five years an-and you're not a-as happy as you should be. You smile differently with me.. and you cry a lot with him. I just think that you deserve to enjoy your time with someone other than h-him for a minute because there's still sunlight out there for you too, even if you can't see it yet." How did he become her source of 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 so 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲? A short story.

"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.

Sometimes life gets weird. You lose hope, then you'll fall down, but then you'll get back up again. Sage did. So hang in there; it gets better, with time. A short story.

Do you remember who you were, 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞? 'Cause 𝐈 do.

𝙀𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀𝘿 ; 𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

The first 50 Shades of grey king Von book

"𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚." "𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚, 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣" 4 years ago a 19 year old Geneviéve stubbled upon a very hurt Dayvon and decided to help him. That night she showed him something that nobody else did in his life, he planned to make her his but he lost her. Now that he's found her again, he's not willing to let her get away that easy again, not without a fight at least. Started: 8/29/22- 12/17/22