𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐈𝐀- A condition in which the heart beats irregularly, too fast, or too slowly. ༺♡༻ "The first time I said I love you was when you decided you didn't want to go to prom because only students were allowed. You were wearing your pink unicorn bodysuit pajamas, and we were downstairs microwaving popcorn. Shit was like a movie-the way it happened, the electricity that shocked me when our hands touched as we reached for the party bowl. It took you by surprise. I grabbed your waist and pulled you into my arms before whispering, 'I love you,' in your ear until it wasn't a whisper anymore." "The second time was a few months later. Our first date. You dressed to impress that day, and I got reckless. I pulled you onto my lap and kissed you. Then, staring into your eyes, I said it again. 'I love you so much. Your smile was so fucking beautiful and genuine.'" "Stop." I cried. "The third time was when we were on the phone. I sent you flowers and a human-sized teddy bear because you said you missed me. I came to Vermont the next day. The moment you ran into my arms, it slipped. 'I missed you too, baby. I love you so fucking much.' You completely froze because, out of all those times, it was the first time I said it in English."

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. April 2024

"You so damn soft." Javi said in a whisper, ignoring Isis's protest as his hands reached closer to her honey pot. She grabbed ahold of his tattooed wrist, stopping him. "We can't." She professed. "You and I both know that nigga don't make you scream like I do, ma." He cockily replied, gripping her ass with both hands and pressing her on his hardness... "Weren't not discussing this." She voiced, just above a whisper. If they were supposed to be working on a friendship, this was not a conversation friends had with each other nor how they were supposed to act. "We just talking ma, stop running." Javi insisted, playing coy. "I'm not. This just isn't a topic friends talk about." "Friend's don't lie to each other either." Isis groaned. Javi was being a smart ass now. "What do you want me to say?" "The truth." "Whyy? I've already told you what I had to offer." Isis pleaded. "What if I'm not satisfied with that?" He tempted questioningly... After a reconnection with her past, Isis's world is turned upside down. With the lines being blurred between past and present and lies being told at every corner, will true love really be able to conquer all? | A Confessions of a Material Gurl spin-off | Recommend Reading Series Order I. Confessions of a Material Gurl ・❥・ II. | Blurred Lines | III. Karma's Revenge ꨄ︎

Benjamin "Benny" Taylor had the city on lock. At 23, he's one of the youngest to move up in the Heights Killer-Known for running weight, throwing wild-ass parties, and having more girls than he can remember. There weren't too many guys in the game that moved like him-cold when he needs to be, but always the life of the spot. Benny built his name on never showing weakness, never folding, and keeping his real thoughts buried six feet deep. But when he's all alone, Benny's stuck facing things he doesn't talk about-not even to himself. He isn't just into women like he's been portraying. There's urges he doesn't know how to explain, feelings for dudes and even non-binary folks or anybody in-between that make him question everything he's ever been taught about being a man in the streets. He ain't soft. Ain't sweet. But he damn sure ain't living right either. When someone from his past-somebody bold enough to live out loud-shows up, Benny's world starts crackin'. Fast. Now he's caught in a war between who the streets want him to be... and who he really is underneath all that bravado. And in the Heights, being real can cost you everything. Book 1/2

I tried touching him, but he stiffened from my touch. I stepped away from him and now my back was facing him. "Why?," I questioned. "I have my reasons," he retorted. "Why won't you let me touch you?," I insisted turning around to face him. "It's just the way things are. You just can't," he stated stubbornly. He stared back at me with those cold, harsh eyes that I couldn't bare any longer. I could feel the tears starting to form and I didn't want to let them fall. I was not going to let him see how weak I was. "Do you even love me?," I countered. "Ashanti, I told you I can't love. I'm incapable of loving you or anyone else," he says staring me in my eyes. "I'm going to get my clothes and go," I said numbly. Before I could move an inch, my back was crushed against the cold, hard surface of a wall. I looked up into Lamonte's eyes as he whispered, "You're mine. You're not leaving you can't leave." "You can't love me. Why would I stay?," I breathed. A love story that is beyond different. What was it about about Lamonte King that keeps her with him? She is breaking him and what will happen when he finally cracks? She will become his ruin. As he will become hers. PLEASE BE ADVISED: Some topics covered in this story may be triggering for many different reasons. This will be the only warning given moving forward. Read at your own risk!

His lips trail down my neck, sending shivers all over. "I love looking at you," he breathes, brushing the hair off my shoulders. "Will you let me?" My wild heart seeks his. "Yes." For a long moment, I just feel his gaze. Then, his hands. They skim down my spine as his lips find my throat. I lean back into his palms, my eyes closing. He kisses between my breasts, then across them, swirling his tongue and kissing, always kissing. He pulls my arms out to kiss them, all the way to my wrists...all the way back. He presses affection into my skin, injects trust into my veins. Then he eases me to my back and does it all over again. ******* An obscure tutoring opportunity brings Camila closer to three friends: Noah, Jed, and Fox. After hiding in the shadows for so long, Cam is coaxed to the light. STANDALONE NOVEL Copyright © 2024-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

A talented boy from the roughest part of town earns a scholarship to a prestigious, predominantly white high school, where he's thrust into a world of privilege, pressure, and cultural clashes. Paired with the no-nonsense "boogie" black girl for a school project, he's initially put off by her sharp wit and unapologetic confidence. But as they work together, he discovers there's more to her than meets the eye-her passion for life, fierce independence, and determination to break free from expectations even when her adoptive parents are morbidly controlling and mentally abusive. Over time, their unlikely bond blossoms into an undeniable romance, and with her by his side, he finds the strength to confront the challenges of balancing two worlds, all while striving to fulfill his basketball dreams. But it's not just his game that gets a makeover-his perspective on life, love, and self-worth is completely transformed.

I kissed her cheek & whispered in her ear " Make sure you grab some clothes to stay over, I wanna please you." Her eyes widened as I smirked kissing her neck repeatedly She softly moaned in my ear. I jumped as Jarrell hoped on the car. "Continue, just want to watch." We both laughed as I got out her car to see the boys smirking at me. "You don't like her though right ?" Leon asked. "Man suck my dick." I replied laughing brushing my hair "Man come on we got practice." Tre said • • • Most Impressive Ranking #1 in Fletcher hashtags out of 1000+ #2 in Dave hashtags out of 1000+

"𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 , 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 " "𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞"