(𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐂 ♥︎ 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐎𝐂) In this documentary style tale , Ivory tells the story of her love life with the late great Tupac Shakur after years of staying away from the spotlight.

(WARNING) (Story contains: Violence, Hate, sexual content, trigger and possible mentioning of rape.) Being Married sounds amazing to everyone but when i hear it, i feel like im being choked to Death. It was a living nightmare i had to escape.

LEOPARD CAN'T CHANGE IT'S SPOTS. ╱ feb. ' 26 › mjj og story（ 𝜗𝜚 ） ― ── ©hotstreet, 2026 ⟢

Behind the Mask 2: Everything will come to the light.

We met when he was in jail. Or at least he met me. Ghost changed my life and I don't think I ever want to go back to what it was before. THIS IS A MAFIA LOVE STORY! We have drama, action, AND mind blowing smut ofc.

True connection often lies in the most unexpected places.

(This story is very cheesy) For Mature Audience. 1987 Calabasas, California She inhaled sharply, crossing her leg over the other. With a raise of her brows, she smiled. "Do you like bein' a bodyguard?" He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. His arms folded over his chest. "Yeah-It pays good." The back of his head was against the head of the couch. His dimpled chin was up in the air. Upward his lidded eyes drifted. "Do you like bein' a director's wife?" He mumbled, bringing his hand up. He brushed a few loose coils of hair away from his face. The floor shot into her view. A sharp exhale flew out of her mouth. "I-Uh-Nice-It's nice," she stammered. Her head nodded along to her words. "Nice?" Her brows shot up, she strained a grin. "Nice." Suddenly her lips were forced into a slight frown. A crease formed between her brows. She shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not no good with words," she sighed. "No, I'm sorry I asked that. That was a real' stupid question." "It wasn't stupid. Nobody's ever asked me that before," she said through a forced laugh. 'Nice,' she repeated to herself. ⓒ 2025 All Rights Reserved

[SLOW UPDATES] ❛ All we ask is trust, all we got is us. ❜ ⸺ ( Michael x black!oc ) Nursed by the blazing sun of the City of Angels, Kalyiah Brown, an autodidactic photographer, and Michael Jackson, a trailblazing filmmaker, walked synonymous paths that were bound to cross. Finding himself intrigued by her offbeat personality, and herself drawn to his effortless charisma, the two naturally gravitated to each other and connected in ways they never have before.