a traphouse production #5 "Nothing in this world that I ever wanted more, nothing like them girls you ever loved before."

PART TWO IS NOW OUT What happens when two totally different worlds collide? Jesse is a quiet girl who just wants to enjoy life and make it out of the hood. Trevon a thug tied to the streets by blood and legacy whose main priority is to protect the ones he loves. Two people brought to together by tragedy try to navigate their way through love and discover themselves. Will they find their way out or will they forever stay connected to the life they so desperately want to escape. ⚠️ *For Mature audiences* *Sexual Content*

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦. 𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

"You know my life just like a book how i'm turning the page, Reading our chapter hoping that i end in a change, You know this shit don't feel right wrapped in my rage" -Rodwave

"If only you were mine.." "Baby I'm thuggin' I can't be yo' boyfriend." WARNING: this book is very fast paced, and very sexual. for my slow burners, check out Shiloh's Paramour🫶🏾.

" i really couldn't give a fuck, key, attitudes get you nowhere. " started: may 24, 2025 ended: _____

"Fuck this shit crazy" I would like for this book to be turned into a movie/show with full credits to me... wish me luck

Before the crowds screamed his name, before the league talks and the magazine covers, he met her. Calista Marchand. Not the kind of girl you run game on. She was sharp where it counted, soft only when she wanted to be. Real Brooklyn - pretty in the face, slick with the mouth, and solid with her hands if you stepped wrong. She kept her circle small, her loyalty tighter. The kind of woman who knew how to turn silence into safety and side-eyes into shut-ups. Men feared her. Girls tried to be her. She didn't chase, didn't fold, didn't need nobody. Until Ibrahim Montaigne walked into her life like he had all the time in the world. He didn't come with sweet nothings or flashy promises - just steady presence. Intent in his eyes, patience in his chest, and something rare behind the way he looked at her. Like he saw through the polish and the fire, like he knew the woman behind the defense. He didn't try to tame her. He studied her. Let her be exactly who she was. The shift was slow. She still fought when needed, still had a rep in the streets and in the salon chair. But somewhere between nursing exams and late-night block parties, she started saving parts of herself just for him. The quiet parts. The delicate ones. The ones nobody else got close to. And when she crossed that graduation stage, RN-BSN stitched behind her name and her grandmother crying in the crowd - he bragged harder than anyone. Didn't care who was listening. Forget MVP, forget the championship rings. She was the win. She was the headline. The girl from Brooklyn with spitfire in her lungs, gold in her smile, and a softness only he ever got to see. This isn't a story about being chosen. It's about choosing each other. No fairytales. Just Brooklyn grit and a love that never let go.

𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦... 𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯' 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩

"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥..." Poet was used to being the second choice. Actually, she was used to not being chosen at all. The girl blended into the background easily, it had always been that way. Sometimes, passion wasn't enough to put you in the spotlight and she was okay with that. Riot had always carried the weight of his mother's ways on his shoulders. He was the oldest son. The protector. The rock. He never would have thought these things to push him closer than ever to his soulmate. Not when he wasn't even sure what he wanted his own love story to look like. Their love was never expected to be but maybe it was supposed to happen that way. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐎𝐅 '𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄' 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒