"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.

With his life dedicated to the streets, Fetti didn't have time nor the energy for anything else. Determined, cold, and calculated described him when it came to how he moved getting money. He had it all. That is until life took an unexpected turn leaving him to face the consequences. The only thing on Zaytona mind is taking care of his daughter and getting money. But with living in two different states and dealing with a baby mama from hell, it's hard for him to be the good father he's desperately trying to be. When the two worlds collide, things get a little bit messy and very hostile.

"I'm on whatever you on baby boy" "I wanna be on you pa"

ᴅᴏᴡɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇ. ᴅᴏᴡɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ. ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ

Kalia swore she wasn't gonna fall for Namari - then she did. Problem is, he doesn't even like girls... or at least that's what everybody says. But when feelings start mixin' and Kalia steps up, takin' control of what she wants, everything gets messy real quick. "Get on the bed, back arched - and I don't wanna hear no complaints." She's takin' control this time - of her life, her heart, and him.

read to find out😘.

"you want to get fucked again, huh, baby boy?"

Jakari and Devontae go from bestfriends to opps to...? Sequel to His Favorite

Zacari Smith is loud, reckless, and magnetic - the type who knows exactly how to get under your skin and smile while doing it. Ky'Aire Brown is the complete opposite - quiet, sharp-tongued, and always ten steps ahead of his emotions. They weren't friends. They weren't anything... until one day turned into something more. Neither of them is looking for love especially not with each other. But the pull between them is undeniable. What starts as tension builds into something they can't explain, and definitely can't escape. As secrets surface and tempers flare, Zacari and Kyaire are forced to confront the truth: sometimes the person you least expect is the one who sees you the clearest. Set in a world of messy friendships, hidden feelings, and chaotic senior year moments,Nepenthe is a raw, slow-burn story about falling hard, fighting it harder, and what happens when love refuses to play by the rules.

Figuring out whether or not it's meant to be or not. It's all based on certainty