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𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂: 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒙𝒃

Pretty. Popular. Doll. Three words everyone at Silverpoint High used to describe Solae Nyxwell. She was the 'IT' girl and no one questioned it. But the moment a heated altercation puts her in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons, someone unexpected starts paying attention. Luca Penford. The quiet nerd with sharp eyes and a fascination he was never supposed to have. He notices everything. Especially her. When their worlds collide, Solae becomes more than just the school's 'IT' Girl. She becomes his obsession. What could go wrong? Maybe everything.

Love isn't always easy. Sometimes, it's messy, complicated, and scarred-but it's real. One is a vibrant, chubby feminine young man with autism, navigating a world that often misunderstands him. Tender, creative, and fearless in the way he expresses himself, he loves deeply and openly but doesn't get the same back. The other is a rising rapper, tough on the outside from years of pain and heartbreak, but soft and vulnerable when he finds someone who truly sees him. Both carry their own trauma, but together, they learn to turn scars into strength, pain into passion, and brokenness into beauty. In the spotlight, behind closed doors, and in quiet moments between them, they discover that love can heal even the deepest wounds. Tattooed Hearts is a story about finding love where you least expect it, embracing who you are, and learning that sometimes, the people who hurt the most are also capable of loving the hardest.

Lil Durk & @ markellamia_ || URBAN PLUS SIZE 18+ Dexter (26) & Milaya (24) || SHORT STORY One Good Girl, Is Worth A Thousand Bitches.. _______________________ "I guess it's true what they say.. you never know what you got til that shit gone. And I learned that shit the hard way.." - Dexter

Childhood enemies. Years apart. Now seniors - and the tension between them is nothing like before.

❝𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬." 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ "You listening to me for once? Crazyyy." He put his phone down, full attention on me. "C'mere den, sexy. We ain't got nothing but time." He bit his lip. Oh yeah, he was sumn serious cause that lil one two gon get me and him in trouble. . . . Dominic Winters didn't believe in love. Well, that sounded a bit harsh. He just didn't really think it was worth the effort. Why settle for one person when there were so many people who wanted him? So many to romance? He wasn't trying to be a playboy but it just ended up that way. His whole philosophy was "Marriage is a scam. Divorcing is inevitable. Every man and woman alike fell to his feet. There was no discrimination with him. Black, White, They, Them, She, He. He liked them all. It was mere fun to him, like a hobby to go along with his career he was building in college as the quarterback who was on a mission to make it to the big leagues all while keeping his grades in check and hanging with his boys. That's all it ever was for him. Then.. someone new came around. Someone who changed his routine of jumping from one person to the next. Dom was cool with everyone. He said wassup to everyone but when the new sophomore gave him nothing, no reaction, no interest, he was butt hurt to say the least. It even bruised his ego a bit. Messiah Hughes transferred to this new, better college. A fresh start to a shitty past year. It took a toll on him and he needed to get away, he had to. EXTENDES SYNOPSIS INSIDE. Updates every 3-7 days.

Zymir has loved Israel longer than he'll ever admit. He never yells at him. Never stays mad. Never lets him get hurt. But what happens when the streets catch up, secrets spill, and love can't stay unspoken forever.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."