He's quiet. Misunderstood. Doesn't trust easily. She's calm. Observant. Loves hard, even when it hurts. They weren't supposed to notice each other. But when two broken hearts collide, love isn't simple. From late-night drives to arguments that leave them both breathless, they'll discover that loving someone who's scared to be loved is the hardest thing in the world... And the only thing worth it.

"Mom I have told you so many times I don't want to get married," I said to my dear mother, who has not stopped ranting at me. "How long do you want to be an unmarried man? Look at all your friends. Skyler, Zanvil, and now even Skyler have girlfriends, and here you are solving criminal cases. When will you solve your life's case?" My mother taunted me sternly. I pressed my lips in a thin line. "I want to see you happy." She was pissed because I didn't go on a blind date on a Friday. "Mom, I'm happy. I don't want to do blind dates, and I don't ever want to get married. It's not for me," I said sternly, not wanting to take this topic any further. "Then when will I get to see my grandchild?" she said, sounding agitated. If she wanted a grandchild this desperately, then she should not have stopped me from having a surrogate. Only because of her I even gave it a try for surrogacy. "Probably never," I said, cutting the call before she started to do waterworks. "Mom, give me a break," I said in annoyance, and I grabbed my cell phone. I slid up the green button to tell her for the final time. "Hello, am I speaking to Mr. Michele Roberts?" a famine voice said from the other side. I composed myself before opening my mouth. "Yes, you are," I said in a firm tone while still massaging my forehead. I need to take medicine for it. "Sir, I have called you to invite you to the anniversary ceremony of Happy Life Fertility Hospital," she said in her receptionist tone. My brows furrowed when she said that. mouth was sealed when she continued. "We tried to call your wife, but we couldn't reach her. Please bring your four-year-old son too. We are going to do a small celebration because he is our thousandth successful IVF child," she said, sounding happy before cutting the call. The ground beneath my legs was snatched away. I just couldn't believe my ears. What the fuck? I have a wife and a four-year-old son.

In 2010, a romance between Beyonce Giselle Knowles and Xavier Sterling blossomed into something magical. She fell pregnant and 9 months later, delivered their daughter and the happiest addition to their lives, Brielle Grace. Unexpectedly, she suffered from a stroke which caused her to lose her memories and forget about Xavier and her daughter. After recovering, she was forced to move to Los Angeles where she started her career as a solo artist. 15 years later, she won thousands of awards, became a billionaire, and created a family with her husband, Jay Z. But one day traveling back to the south, she never expected to reunite with Xavier and meet Brielle, her firstborn daughter. And all her lost memories came rushing back.

Yeah not that one... Devin, a 21 year old repeated offender, is given two options after her last offense. Prison or therapy. With a painful and traumatic past following her dreams, she finds opening up to be the hardest thing she's ever had to do. But when court appointed to therapy as a "second chance", she finds herself falling hard and fast for her no nonsense taking therapist who just wants to help her. With trauma, pain, and an untreated bipolar disorder fighting her everyday, how will she battle the hurt and the need to just love within her...and will it be her downfall?

I have no doubt she could feel my breathing on her face. I grabbed her chin with my hand and pulled her face even closer. "I'm not telling you to leave because I don't like your dick. I'm telling you to leave because I want your dick. I want it inside of me right now, and I want it in there until I fucking pass out. But I am a faithful person, even if I don't like the fucking bastard I am married to. So again I say. Get. The fuck. Out." I lowly growled at her.

you gone be the death of me... but i love you

Looking from the sidelines watching cheerleaders getting tossed in the air, footballs being thrown, people getting tackled, people shouting and yelling, and coaches tossing their clipboards in the grass. But, I only see you. With your long curly hair, your siren amber eyes, your alluring smile, your laugh. You're popular, the head cheerleader, and you're dating the captain of the football team, and I'm just someone in the background on the sidelines.... a mascot. °☆☆° P.S- I love to read y'alls comments! :3☺️ #2 on Cheerleader - July 6th, 2025 #4 on gxg- September 7th, 2025 #6 on intersex- September 3rd, 2025 #1 on angstwithhappyending- July 7th, 2025 #7 on popular- July 24th, 2025 #1on teens- January 21th, 2026 #1 on awkward- August 9th, 2025 #2 on wlw- August 7th, 2025 #2 on slowburn- August 23th, 2025

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𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺.... 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦.... 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿.

" 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐃? " " 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 , 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐓?"