An autistic girl sheltered her whole life gets a taste of danger once she meets a thug named Santiago Perez. ​Santiago "Ghost" Perez set his eyes on Zari one time and has never left her alone since "Checkin' your location, I'm wishin' I was close to you I left my heart on the West End, I can't wait to get home to you"

𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝙰𝙻𝚅𝙰𝙶𝙴, 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

Widening the door I seen him holding another bag, with flowers in his hand and a blunt behind his ear "really? More peace offerings?" "Ain't none wrong in that" I thanked him for it as I was raised with manners I placed the flowers on the counter alongside the bag not bothered to look inside and see what he got. "That's how you gon do me?" He asked pointing at the flowers on the counter. "I mean flowers really not cutting anything right now" I shrugged. "It better cause I came here to apologise" he walked over and stood in front of me with his tall ass self. "Mhm" I hummed ready to hear what he has to say. "Real shit though. I know I ain't really been on my shit cause I got other shit I'm dealing with so Ion really wanna put that onto you cause you'n deserve none of that. So I told you Ion wanna rush it so I don't become the man that don't treat you good" at this point he put his hand in mine and used his thumb to rub the back of my hand in circular motions. "So I wanna apologise for allat cause I ain't really tell you what's going on but Ion really wanna wait for that date no more". There was just some in his eyes that was getting me especially with his head being slightly tilted not even thinking of trying to break eye contact with me. "So what does that mean?"

when the bougie girl with an absent family meets a nonchalant boy that got added into her friend group. she later figures out that he's crazy, hood, and a clingy simp ~ A book I don't like anymore

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ♡

Aaliyah Jones- a quiet, beautiful, innocent 18 year old girl in her 12th grade year. She lives with her sister and mom. her sister in rude to her for no reason and her mom is neglectful. she often gets bullied for her lack of speaking. Myheir Kingston- hood nigga, he do what he gotta do for his gang. won't hesitate to kill anybody when it come to his money. he 19 and got a few close friends. he ain't close wit his family ever since his dad passed & he live by himself.

"I never played about you, Kurii," he said, rubbing her thigh. "Something 'bout you just triggers me." . Just read it omg.

┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ; 𝐭𝐰𝗼 𝐰𝗼𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝗼𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 '𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽𝗌' 𝖻𝗒 𝖸𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖡𝗅𝖾𝗎 ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛