Brielle loves her boyfriend. She loves Elijah in the way you love someone you've already chosen - deeply, patiently, and with the expectation that love will eventually meet you where you are. For a long time, she believes it will. When it doesn't, she tells herself she's asking for too much, that love isn't supposed to feel loud all the time. Still, something is missing. Elijah cares for her, but not in the ways she needs. He assumes the relationship is fine, while Brielle slowly learns how to carry her disappointment quietly. She stays. She adjusts. She keeps loving him anyway. When the weight becomes too heavy, Brielle does not go looking for escape. She goes looking for understanding. She finds it in Psalms-Elijah's closest friend. Psalms pays attention in ways Elijah doesn't think to. He notices when Brielle goes quiet. He asks questions and waits for the answer. Being around him feels easier, and Brielle doesn't realize how much she's been holding in until she doesn't have to. By the time Brielle realizes how deeps she gotten it was already too late. She finds herself caught between the man who she loves and the man with a few missing screws that makes her feel loved.

"𝗦𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗰𝗼." 𝐄𝐒𝐓. 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝟐𝟓

"I don't know this man, I don't know his friends, I don't know his type." No amount of love could replace the past. And they had a lot of that for one another-love that is. The two child hood friends had bonded early on, especially over their love of music. Where one lacked, one had. Mariah was the writer, Kentrell the performer. It's only until a high school talent show that Kentrell performs a song written by his beloved best friend, Mariah...that his career takes off. But it happens to take off without Mariah. And he had promised to take her. Promises were meant to be broken I suppose.

"See I'm a nigga, that don't like niggas." - KV. "Them Percocets & Xannies make me wanna keep on sippin'." - LD. "He swear to never tell no lie, because that's not what he believe." - YB.

Rahmier, a twenty-five-year-old male from Chicago with gang ties and a troubled childhood, has freshly been released from jail. A convicted felon, former musician, and now Atlanta's newest resident. Enter Cherry. She's familiar. Sweet. Off-limits. But love never asks for permission. Follow the pair on a journey of discovery and self-acceptance. Three years apart, two lovers, and a love story with one, unfortunate ending.

Steamy fanfiction about King Von :) Read at your own discretion!

"𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥"

𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘼𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙍𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖'𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙢. 𝙀𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮-𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝘼𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝘼𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙨 𝙉𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜-𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨, 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝘼𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙤. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡?

We gone keep it on the low 🤫

One night. One room. Everything changed.