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The Other Her by nenewritesometimes
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Twenty-six year old Ja'Marr Phillips, also known as Prodigy, was your typical street dude. Residing in the slums of Philadelphia, PA, the hood life was all Ja'Marr knew and he was fine with that. His life was as cliché as it could ever get. Family was nonexistent, he had one good friend, he sold drugs, he had enemies, and he had a girlfriend who he didn't quite like as much as he should. He was disrespectful, nasty, selfish, and a certified cheater with no heart or soul in this body. Love was never meant for him and neither was settling down which explained the constant cheating he partook in. Though his infidelity wasn't much of a surprise to anyone, the sudden turn of events that occurred when he met her sure was. Twenty-three year old, Jersey Martin, was average. That's it and that's all. There wasn't anything over the top, unique, or extravagant about her. She was a simple young adult who made her money and kept to herself. The only abnormal quantity about her was her sex appeal. Jersey was the type of chick who enjoyed sex, the sexual desire she craved was unlike no other. She would give it to just about anyone. Male. Female. Anyone in between. If she was attracted to them then she was going to bang. Though some may consider her actions disgusting and even say she has a sex addiction, Jersey still didn't care. She wasn't into relationships or long-term sneaky links or committing to anyone at that matter. Yet, she found herself going against her own beliefs after meeting him. This is THE OTHER HER. Started: 8/22/22 Finished: 8/4/23
Who Can I Run To by TinkRule
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Asmara My'yanni Dawson has always wanted to help people. Majoring in Social Work, she's almost finished with her senior year of college. She kept her mind in her books and her heart away from love. She didn't swear it off, she just took a break from it after she experienced a major heartbreak her freshman year of college. The guy she thought she was in love with ghosted her, and it was later revealed that her best friend from high school not only slept with him, but had his child as well. She then realized that not every one deserved your trust and your heart, so she kept it on lock, until she met him... Esai Zamier Lewis always felt like the world was against him. Being diagnosed with a mental disorder, surviving poverty, and having to grow up fast, turned him into an emotionally unavailable person. Recently released from prison, Esai is learning to live in a world where his mother and brother aren't in it with him. Coping with promethazine to sleep through the pain, he doesn't realize it's doing more harm than good. Trying to uphold the promise to his mom, he opens his own tattoo shop, Esai's Ink. With the help of his friends and recent love interest, he realizes he's not alone as much as he thought. Follow Asmara and Esai as they both go through life with each other by each other's side. Relationships and friendships will be tested, secrets will be revealed, loved ones will be grieved. Can they survive it all? First book! Enjoy!
444. (Completed) by Bee90s
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"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.
FOR TROUBLED KIDS. by Mya2tact
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"Do you think we're soul mates?" She asked, lifting her head in order to lock eyes with him. It took him a moment, mustering up his answer. Thinking about how they were so alike, but so different. How they had been through similar things and had the same outlooks on certain perspectives in life. The connection that they shared. It was like she was made specifically for him. No one would ever be able to hold a candle to her and the way she made him feel. She was his person, and he was hers. "To be honest...yeah." He replied, wrapping his arm around her. --- Knucks is a misunderstood teenage girl, deemed as destructive to the society with her reoccurring outbursts and rebellious behavior. Anger fuels her defiant spirit but beneath her exterior, lies a vulnerable girl searching high and low for someone to help her through a time of crisis. Bones quiet and reserved, has nothing but a hard exterior looking from the outside in, when in reality he is just an innocent boy. He's fighting to keep his head above the water also known as life, that is trying its hardest to submerge and break him down mentally. When the two teenagers find themselves in an environment far away from home with others just like them, it leaves both of them separately hopeless about the outcomes of their future lives. One night upon meeting each other, one felt as if they had nothing to live for anymore, while the other felt the same way only holding a different meaning a sense.The night bringing them closer than ever eventually has to come to an end. It's up to the two of them to carry out the strange but alluring connection made with each other, or leave it in the night they met. SLOW BURN; 2 books in 1 STARTED; FEB 19th 2024 PUBLISHED; MARCH 3rd 2024 FINISHED; SEPTEMBER 29th, 2024
When Solè Stayed by tycheaaa
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"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. ❀ 🝳 ❀
𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐁𝐋𝐔 by godsfavoritevirgo
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inspired by the netflix series, "𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫" ❝i wish i was a normal girl. how do i be your baby?❞ DISCLAIMER. do not take this shit serious. i am not from new york, this is just for fun!
𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟  by Wh0reTingzz
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"𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎".
The Proposal by WonderInTheWild95
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Sienna Carter has spent years building her reputation as one of the sharpest CFOs in the industry, keeping Dalton Enterprises profitable despite its reckless, womanizing CEO, Logan Dalton. She knows his type-charming, arrogant, and completely allergic to commitment. But when her overbearing family pressures her to settle down and Logan's mother demands he find a wife, an unexpected solution arises: a fake relationship. What starts as a strategic arrangement soon blurs the lines between business and desire. As staged dates turn into lingering touches, and feigned affection sparks something real, Sienna and Logan are forced to question everything they thought they knew about love. She vowed never to fall for a man like him. He swore he'd never want more. But when the fake engagement starts feeling too real, will they walk away-or risk everything for love?
Dried and Dying Roses (BWWM) by _macc_
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He reminded her of a tiger- no a lion- always ready to pounce, never thinking once about their prey. Once upon a time, she was that prey. He hated her. He stalked her. He wanted her. She wanted him. They wanted each other. She was the gazelle, the wounded zebra the herd left behind. In other words, there was no way she was escaping this beast. But, somehwere in the mix of sex, hatred, and completely unnecessary outings, something else started to make itself know inside her. It made her want him more, and she already knew he wanted her with everything that was in him even though he refused that notion with every single fibre of his being. All the more, it was still there, and that left one thing. That one thing was to finally get together then, and now right? Wrong. It's all fun and games till somebody falls in love But you've already bought a ticket And there's no turning back now....