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He clenched his jaw, " Ephesian-" " You left me, remember?! You left me!" " I NEVER FUCKIN LEFT YOU, AIGH?! IM STILL FUCKIN HERE!" " NO THE FUCK YOU'RE NOT, ADONIS! YOU HAVENT BEEN HERE FOR ME FOR FUCKIN WEEKS! ALL THOSE TIMES I FUCKIN CALLED YOU, YOU WERENT THERE! WHEN I DIDNT EAT FOR THREE FUCKIN DAYS, YOU WERENT THERE! WHEN I HAD TO DEAL WITH MY BROTHER'S CONSTANT BULLSHIT, YOU WERENT THERE! YOU LEFT ME WITHOUT A FUCKIN EXPLANATION!" " THE FUCK YOU WANT ME TO DO?! HUH?! I CANT CHANGE WHAT THE FUCK I DID, IMANI! I CANT MAKE YOU CHANGE YA MIND ABOUT ME! SO WHAT THE HELL YOU WANT ME TO DO?!" He screamed in my face. I groan angrily, whirling around I speed walked to the front door. I hear the door slam open widely, then Adonis's voice in the background. " IMANI!" I stop in the middle of the road, " WHAT?!" " WHERE THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU GOIN?!" I turn back around, stomping in the direction of the empty parking lot. " AWAY FROM YOU! AWAY FROM EVERYTHING! I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS BULLSHIT!" _________________________ Sequel to ' Hating Miguel' * previously known as Loving Ephesian *

He scoffed, " Ion even be wanting to argue wit you, you just like starting shit." I scrunched up my nose, " Me? Half of the time you're the one starting stuff. It's always you, Miguel." He says nothing, only looking at me as if I had six heads. Sighing Frustratingly, I throw my hands up. " You know what? Forget it." I said, chuckling bitterly. I grab Eudora's jacket from the chair, but he grabbed my wrist. I narrowed my eyes at him. " Let go," I demanded. He shook his head, standing up to his full height. " No, you not goin anywhere." He says in a low voice. " Why? I'm trying to have a conversation with you but it's clear that I'm taking up your time, so I'm done. The only reason I wanted to talk was for the sake of the kids, but you know what? You can go to hell. I can't even believe I agreed to this damn play date anyway, Now let me go." I snapped, pulling at my wrist again. " We not done until I say we are," Miguel said calmly, keeping a firm grip on my wrist. Before I could control myself, My hand reached up and slapped him across the face, the noise echoing off the walls. " Fuck you," I spat. _____________________________________ Previously known as " Take a shot for me" Written in 2022.

"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.

"𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. "𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭." 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

in the west end, 25-year-old hairstylist raya phillips is all hustle and no distractions-until kairo jenkins, a right hand man for a drug dealer, walks into her life and becomes obsessed. she's unimpressed by his money and power, and that only draws him in deeper. raya tries to resist, but his world is creeping into hers fast, their connection could either be real or destroy them both.

Angel never expected the boy who kissed her at a church picnic to become the one who'd break her. Years later, they're no longer kids playing in the dirt-they're teens carrying silence, secrets, and everything they were never taught to say. Angel just wants peace. Malik wants redemption. But love? That's the part neither of them knows how to hold without hurting. Baptized in Fear is a Southern slow-burn filled with tension, vulnerability, and the kind of love that asks: what if they stay this time?

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"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.