"This lil (thug) light of mine"😁 26 yo Nayana Bentley didn't have time to settle down..well anymore, she had a few relationships and her most recent one ended because the man couldn't keep up with her busy schedule. She took it as a sign,she was a very successful wedding planner while also a CFO for her sisters wedding dress shop and they've been in business together for almost 10 years starting out very young thanks to the inspiration of their party planner mother and dress making grandmas on both sides of the family 21 year old De'Angelo Freeman was somebody that everybody in his state knew,Thug was a given name thanks to his street rep and not only was he street smart but book smart a well, women usually couldn't wait to get in bed with him then go brag about it which he brushed off. His family frequently begged him to stop his antics and finally settled down,his parents and siblings especially were tired of him bringing home different women most of which were disrespectful The begging only got worse when Angelo became a groomsmen in his cousins wedding,all day they kept on saying 'see how nice this is' or 'this could be you one day' but he wasn't paying no mind to them what he was paying attention to was the gorgeous wedding planner who he thought he'd get no problem 🤗

❝𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬𝙨... 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨, 𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ❞ 𝐄𝐒𝐓. 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

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" 🎶

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

❝Can't have anybody knowin' I fuck witchu.❞ 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 • /ɪˈlɪsɪt/ 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 something forbidden, secret, or morally questionable-like a relationship, action, or desire that goes against the rules, whether societal, legal, or personal.

"are we supposed to shine in this light? or is failure inevitable?..." Journi just wanted to keep her head down and in the books and get her family out the hood but her brother just can't seem to stop bringing trouble to her doorstep. So when her brother Raheem takes from the wrong one and goes into hiding, Journi is snatched by the one they call Joker as payback she then must navigate her way through college and the life she tried to escape. Once in his tower she can see he would ruin her in the worst way. She knows escaping is futile but she tries anyway. Yakhir aka Joker owns the streets of Atlanta there's nothing that slips past him so when a low level dopeboy takes something and thinks he can run off he has another thing coming. Joker snatches the one person he cares about, his baby sister to draw him out. Once he has Journi he instantly knows he's not giving her back. She's his to keep. After laying eyes on the sweet, smart and clever beauty he knows he'd paint his city red behind her. Will the inevitable keep them apart? Or will Journi and Yakhir fight for their love after the ruin? Cover Credit: @KYTHEWRITERR

Bonded through illegal money and force

Samir Johnson has seen it all, survived it all, and buried more than most men could carry. To the world, he is the polished face of a multimillion-dollar tech company, a quiet, cold-hearted visionary with money, power, and control wrapped neatly in a designer suit. But behind the scenes, Samir is known as Saint, and in the streets he rules alongside his best friend Elijah, better known as Bishop. Calculating, distant, and feared, Samir has built a life that looks solid from the outside while everything beneath it quietly rots. After losing his fiancée and unborn daughter in a tragic car crash, then losing his mother not long after, grief hollowed him out in ways no amount of money and power could fix. Love feels like something he no longer deserves, and with his mind caught in a constant war between living and letting go, Samir has been spiraling for longer than anyone knows. Stationed in Atlanta with his brothers, he makes one final attempt to find peace by turning toward the church, hoping maybe God can reach a place in him nobody else has. Then he meets her, and everything changes. Harmoni Sinclair has always belonged to the church. Raised by a devoted pastor, she grew up with faith woven into her bones and carried that strength with her into adulthood. She remained active in the church as a Sunday school teacher while also building a life as a preschool teacher, believing in kindness, purpose, and the kind of love that feels safe. It was there she met her husband, and what began as something beautiful ended in heartbreak when a robbery gone wrong stole him from her life. Four years later, Harmoni is still carrying grief that never fully loosened its grip, trying every day to find the light at the end of a tunnel that seems to stretch on forever. Then she meets Samir, a man burdened by ghosts, silence, and pain so heavy. What begins as two broken people standing in the wreckage of their separate losses unfolds into something unexpected, healing and beautiful.

Ameira was a girl who practically lived in her own world where everything was about her. She didn't boast about it though, she just knew that it was her world and everyone else was living in it. You couldn't necessarily blame her though. She was the baby of the family, always being pampered and spoiled, always getting everything she wanted and desired. Being raised from money made her understand that with a little bit of cash, everything can be handled. When she opened a little floral shop out of boredom, but then it began bringing in real money. Which led her to becoming a florist in Miami, thanks to her parents having money all she needed was a little input from her father and her business was top in Miami. That's where she came across Khiyan. Khiyan who wasn't raised from money, who was forced to raise his siblings and pave the way to get the money that he has now. He knew the dangers of the world, having to fight and even go as far as murder. When Khiyan was driving down just trying to get from one place to another. But then boom. His car jolted forward when another car hit the back of his. He automatically exited his vehicle ready to ruin someone else's day just as much as they ruined his. But when he came across the sweet florist? Oh he knew he had to get her. MY SWEET AMEIRA.

Azir Creed inherited more than power when his father, Azion Creed, took his last breath. He inherited a name built on blood, fear, and loyalty, along with one final demand: marry the woman chosen for him to secure the Creed legacy. But Azir lives by his own rules, never staying in the same bed twice and refusing to give up the bachelor life for a marriage he never asked for. Then he meets his supposed wife, and walking away stops feeling so simple. Roxanne St. James was never raised to be soft. After her older brother's death, she became the sole heir to her father's empire, trained to protect herself, run a business, and command men who thought power belonged only to them. When her father proposes a marriage alliance with the Creed family, Roxanne agrees out of obligation, expecting nothing more than a cold business arrangement. What she gets is Azir Creed. Their marriage is not love at first sight. It is war, temptation, pride, and power colliding under one roof. Azir refuses to be controlled, and Roxanne was born to make men kneel. But in a world where family names are protected with blood and loyalty is tested through violence, neither of them can afford to back down. Before the Creed brothers became legends, there was Azir and Roxanne: the toxic beginning of the dynasty, and the love story that built the Creed name. (This novella can be read before or after the Creed Family Ties series, but is best read first.)