I would tell you that I love you tonight But I know that I've got time on my side Where you goin'? Why you leavin' so soon? Is there somewhere else that's better for you? What is love if you're not here with me? What is love if it's not guaranteed? What is love if it just ups and leaves? What is love if you're not here no more? What is love if you're not really sure? What is love? What is love? 2 in 1 Book💋

"What's Rae short for?" He continued before tossing his friend the keys to his car. When he unlocked it she noticed the matte black Trackhawk was in the same parking lot. "Wouldn't you like to know." She leaned against the door of her car realizing he wasn't ready to wrap up their conversation so quickly. He stood his ground with a smirk tucking both hands into his pockets. "I'm asking." He shrugged, playing off his curiosity. "What's Baby short for?" She returned the question hesitant to give him her name since she didn't know his. "Josiah." He didn't hesitate. The name fit him like a glove. "Raegan." She granted, through her doe eyes. ❃ She wasn't looking for love, neither was he, what they needed was healing, but love has a funny way of forcing itself into the mix. Both self-made and self-sustaining, these young entrepreneur's cursed themselves with tunnel vision for their futures. Raegan and Josiah were perfect strangers until they find their fates intertwined and their souls infatuated. From what was supposed to be a fun night on the town, into a whirlwind of lust, lies, and most importantly, love. Will they run from their undeniable chemistry or let love mend their wilting hearts? PLAYLIST LINK IN BIO!!!!

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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.

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We keep it gutter We f*** with no rubber We be on top of covers He got a n**** and I got a b**** We don't tell on each other

The story follows Corin James, a feared and respected Miami street figure who returns home after serving fourteen years in prison. Though the city has changed-new buildings, new faces-Corin hasn't lost his reputation. People still whisper his name with respect and fear. He's not interested in nostalgia or praise; he's focused on reclaiming what was his before he went away, knowing someone has been running the streets in his absence. Parallel to Corin's return is Kamilya Milan, a sharp, guarded real estate professional and single mother trying to keep her life controlled and respectable. Beneath her polished exterior is a woman shaped by trauma, especially from her volatile and abusive relationship with her child's father, Marco, a possessive man who still believes he owns her. Every interaction with Marco reminds Kamilya how dangerous her past still is-and how hard she's fought to outgrow it. Corin and Kamilya's worlds collide in Miami Can they fight against all odds and be together ?

[COMPLETE] He said nothing when he pushed me back onto the table, just looked at me like I was the only thing in the room worth touching. The gun on his hip pressed into my thigh. I didn't care. I pulled him closer. Rhys dragged his fingers down my ribs like he was counting them. "Keep looking at me like that," he muttered, "and I'll forget we're not supposed to make a mess here." My breath hitched. "Then forget." His smirk was sharp. Dangerous. Mine. And then his mouth was on my neck, and I stopped thinking entirely. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── As their worlds collide, sparks fly dangerously & irresistibly. Zariah needs the money, and Rhys is the perfect ally to make that happen. But as the lines blur between business and desire, Zariah realizes the price of working with Rhys may be higher than she ever imagined. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "Obsession cuts deeper than bullets when you're sleeping with the enemy" - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱 Best rankings ⤵️ 🥇#syndicate (19/08/25)

In the dangerous world of the streets, D and Amir's unexpected bond becomes their lifeline. D, tough and guarded, never thought he'd fall for someone-especially not Amir, the laid-back yet fiercely loyal guy who changes everything. Together, they navigate the chaos of their lives, their love growing stronger amidst the danger, passion, and loyalty that define their world. With their crew by their side, including D's childhood friend Malik, can their relationship survive the streets that want to tear them apart?