𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙖? 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙢𝙢!! ━━ "Anyways y'all I'm bouta hop off cause I'm so mother fucking hungry that I would eat pork right now" I swiped off Instagram and turned off my phone. Mir moved to go lean on the counter and I fixed my position so I could see his face "I can ask you some?" Nodding my head I waited for him go say something "you love a nigga for real?" Shit do I lie? Pretend as if it's a joke and I'm playing? Laugh it off? Try act like I couldn't hear him? No hablo inglés? Or just keep smiling? Or tell the truth? I'm sure any will work. ━━ y'all the book is unedited!! ranks 🦋 #1 hoodlovestory #1 clingy #1 blackcouples #1 thuglife #1 smutmaybe #2 hoodlove #2 urbanstory #3 shortstory #3 crazylovestory #3 newyork #4 urbanfiction #4 thuglove #5 lovestory #5 urbanromance #6 possessive #8 hoodromance

❛𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆,❜ 𝓼𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧 murmured, two fingers tilting her chin moving to drag slow over her bottom lip. 𝒋𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐲𝐧 tried to glare through her lashes-tried to keep her pride in front-but her breath caught and her lips parted anyway when his thumb traced the corner of her mouth, slow... possessive... like he was fixing her. ❛𝒕𝒖 𝒆𝒔 𝒂̀ 𝒎𝒐𝐢,❜ he whispered, lips grazing her ear, the French slipping out rougher than his control. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer like her body had decided before her mind could. He smirked against her mouth. ❛𝒃𝐨𝐧 𝒇𝐢𝐥𝐥𝒆.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Jordyn Gauthier never wanted her father's world. But when the estranged billionaire dies, he leaves her more than grief-he leaves her 𝟒𝟐% of a crumbling empire, a mountain of debt, and enemies she didn't know had her name on a list. The only way to stop bankruptcy? A merger with the rival firm. The rival CEO has one condition: Marriage. Sébastien Moreau is cold, calculated, and built like a warning;schedule-driven, sharp-tongued, and dangerously unreadable. He calls it strategy. A temporary contract. A public performance for investors. But Jordyn learns fast: The clause isn't just marriage. It's curfews. cohabitation. rules. surveillance. And the sickest part? He didn't choose her because of the company. He chose her specifically. Now she's living in his penthouse, smiling for cameras, playing wife in rooms full of sharks-while his touch starts feeling less like PR and more like ownership. And when the world gets too close... Sébastien doesn't just protect her. He claims her. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

𝘛𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘒𝘩𝘺𝘳𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘛𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘛𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 "𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘴," 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘛𝘢𝘵

ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤- 𝕃𝕚𝕝 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕎𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 (𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤) 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 (𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕) 𝕎𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 (𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘) 𝕀 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝 (𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝) _________________________________________________________________________ "You're ours now." For A'maiya Jones, those words should have been a warning. As a Dallas influencer, she's used to everyone wanting a piece of her. But she's never met anyone like Taylor, Zaire, and Ron Ron. They move as one. They love as one. And now, they want her to be their four. From the high-energy bass of the club to the silk sheets of her quiet apartment, A'maiya is being pulled into a world of polyamorous passion and street-level loyalty. It's fast, it's intense, and it's crossing every boundary she ever had. Is she just the flavor of the week, or has she finally found the unit that will protect her from a world that only wants her for the "Gram"?

In the heart of Chicago, love, loyalty, and loss are a dangerous mix. Kehlani thought the streets took everything they could from her when Marco died. Two years later, she's still haunted by what happened-and even more haunted by what she doesn't know. Just when she starts picking up the pieces, a run-in with a mysterious, smooth-talking street figure named Saint pulls her into a deeper game. He's got secrets of his own-ones tied to her past in ways she never saw coming. What starts as coincidence turns into something heavier. Saint moves quiet, but his world is loud. The more Kehlani finds herself drawn in, the more she realizes this isn't just about closure-it's about survival. With tension rising, old ghosts reappearing, and hidden connections unraveling, Kehlani's forced to question everything. Who can she trust in a city that never forgets? A gripping urban love story wrapped in mystery, betrayal, and heat-this is the kind of love that comes with consequences.

Pushing himself from the door Gulian neared her, standing in front of her. "I want you to stop seeing 𝙝𝙞𝙢, that's what I want." Kyomi scoffed as she shook her head. "Why would I stop doing that? Just 'cause you call yourself asking nicely?"

Hooked onto drugs, no family, no guidance or sanity until she met HIM. Cover Creds: @Triceynexttdoor ❤️ -BLICKY.

Everyone's biggest fear when falling in love with someone, is falling for who you 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 they were, instead of who they ARE.

Elias Stack Moore moves through the world like a ghost in plain sight-calm, composed, and far too old for the age written on his skin.His presence isn't just heavy-it's unnatural. There's a gravity to him, a silence. Hundred and eighteen years echo in his presence, and with them comes something no one dares to name. Haven Johnson, a young photographer with restless ambition, sees him-not just with her lens, but in the space between reality and something far stranger. She's chasing light, chasing truth, but Elias casts a shadow she can't quite outrun. We live like no one's watching-but what if someone is? What if love and danger wear the same face? In the stillness of night and the click of a shutter, truths will be exposed. But some truths are better left buried. Some shadows aren't just looking-they're waiting.