(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.

˗ˏˋᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Ó𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘢 (𝘸𝘶𝘩-𝘯-𝘦𝘦𝘶𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘩): 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝄞 ݁₊ 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. ‧₊˚𝘜𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 .ᐟ

LEOPARD CAN't CHANGE IT's SPOTS. ╱ feb. ' 26 › mjj og story（ 𝜗𝜚 ） ― ── ©beaulies, 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.