Hakeem Esias Jones grew up with nothing. From the very moment he could walk and talk, he learned to survive by any means necessary-stealing, fighting, and looking out for himself. Raised on the streets, the street code became his only guide, and he accepted the life of a thief as his fate, believing it was all he'd ever be. But when life took an unexpected turn when gang leader Sosa, the man who had lifted him off the streets, gave him a high-stakes mission. Confident in his skills, Hakeem-known for his cocky, unshakeable demeanor-thought he could pull it off without a hitch. Hakeem had no idea just how wrong he was. The target was, Sailym and Kaism Hills. Hakeem had no clue how powerful or dangerous they truly were until he found himself caught, red-handed, breaking into their house at three in the morning. Let's just say, nothing went as planned. | DISCONTINUED

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

Two different men, both under her skin like a tick. 𝐌𝐱𝐅𝐱𝐌

Can we be lovers and friends? 𝐌𝐱𝐌 .

True love don't lie🪷

In this heartfelt urban love story, two Black men from very different worlds cross paths in the most unexpected way-and everything changes. Darius Fraser Wright is a divorced father of three, balancing his intense life as a respected architect and firefighter. He's got responsibilities, scars, and a mama who still calls his grown friends "your little play cousins." Braylon Ramon Edwards? He's a bold, soft-hearted waiter with dreams of owning a bakery, a pen tucked behind his ear, and a smile sweet enough to melt stone. When they meet at Mama Jean's Kitchen, it's supposed to be just lunch. But the pull between them is instant-and undeniable. As Darius and Braylon grow closer, their connection is tested by family expectations, unhealed wounds, and a world that's not always kind to Black queer love. But what if fate brought them together for a reason? What if their love could be the healing they've both been searching for? Secrets, sacrifices, and second chances... The story promises a happy ending. Or does it? Tap in to find out if love really is enough.

Idk yet 🤷🏽‍♀️ just read to find out 😁😏❤️ Recently titled "I Got You". #not completed#

Two friends decide to do a podcast together. They may kiss!!! TUNE INNNN!!!!

"You say we're just friends but I swear when nobody's around." - Khalid *** In which two best friends find out that they might be able to be more. Warning: Bdsm Drugs Sex Guns Homophobia Anxiety Short-ish story This is a Stud X Stud book! We gay asf around here so if you don't like it, don't read it. (Semi slow updates, I'm a college student!)

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩.❞ "Nah.. I asked if you like it?" I repeated, speeding up. My hands was covered in slick by this point. He whimpered. "Y.. Nghh" It seemed like he was having a hard time answering. "Yes." He sputtered out. "You ain't sound too sure, what was that?" I squinted my eyes at him. I think I saw tears coming from the corners of his eyes. . "Yes... yes I do. Fuck, na neomu gakkawo (I'm so close). He whimpered the last part. I don't know what the fuck he said but it was sexy. "Don't make me ask you again." "I-I'm sorry." He gulped as I continued to quicken. My arm was getting tired. "You better be..." I said. If he apologize one more time I might have to go down on that. On some wild shit. . . . An ordinary Walmart employee. A celebrity with the voice of an Angel. Kamari unexpectedly gets thrown into the world of fame along Sonny. It was just one coincidental encounter that turned into something he couldn't even have dreamed of. The world of unconditional love and dark secrets of the industry. Families with a saddening back story. What could go wrong? Completed😊