Rob49 & Dess Dior Fanfiction

Nakiyah Brown did everything right. She graduated early. Stayed out of trouble. Listened when people warned her about the kind of world she didn't belong in. At seventeen, with her eighteenth birthday waiting at the edge of summer, her life was already mapped out - college plans, expectations, rules she never thought to question. Then she met Saint. He was twenty-three, calm where others were reckless, feared in ways people didn't say out loud. A man built from restraint and silence, carrying a reputation Nakiyah should've run from the moment she heard his name. He knew she was off-limits. Too young. Too clean. Too far from his world. So he kept his distance. But some connections don't need touching to feel dangerous. As Nakiyah gets closer to a world she was never meant to see and Saint struggles between protecting her or letting her go lines blur, loyalty is tested, and love becomes something that could save them... or destroy everything. Because when an angel meets a man like Saint, the fall is never gentle.

18 year old Seven is the pride of 12th Street. With a 4.0 GPA, a clean record, and a future that stretches far beyond the projects, she's the "good girl" everyone points to. She lives her life by the book, tucked safely behind the protection of her brother, Serge, and the iron gate of her porch. She's a goldfish in a shark tank, and she knows it. But the walls Serge built are starting to feel thin. Ghost is the first crack in her foundation. He's Serge's right hand, a man who has known Seven since she was in pigtails. He's respectful, steady, and moves through their house with a silent, predatory grace. He knows the "don't touch" policy better than anyone, but the way he watches her from the kitchen door tells a different story. He's the familiar danger, the one who's always there, whispering that he sees the woman she's becoming. Then there is Lucky. If Ghost is the fire, Lucky is the cold, dark eclipse. As the man who runs the neighborhood, he doesn't come inside, and he doesn't play by anyone's rules, not even Serge's. He doesn't talk much. He doesn't have to, his presence is a loud enough statement. Seven is caught in the crosshairs of two different kinds of power. One man is her brother's best friend who respects the house, the other is the street legend who intends to own it. On 12th Street, loyalty is everything... but some temptations are worth the war.

"When the world's watching, protecting two hearts gets real." They survived the lies. They chose each other. But love don't come easy-especially when the world's watching. Allure thought peace would come easy once she left her past behind-but nothing about her life is calm now. She's pregnant, popping on magazine covers, and the world suddenly wants more of her than ever. Behind the glitz, though, she's scared. Of change. Of motherhood. Of whether love can really hold steady when everything else is moving fast. Romelo's no longer just her bodyguard-he's about to be a father and the face of a growing security empire. But while he's leveling up, his past is still out there lurking, waiting to pull him back down. And with the spotlight getting hotter on both of them, the pressure to protect what they're building has never been heavier. As their names rise higher and the stakes grow deeper, Allure and Romelo will have to fight for their love-through the whispers, the expectations, and the secrets that refuse to stay buried. Because fame doesn't protect your heart. But maybe love can.

"𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 made me soft, mama" I said, locking my eyes with Kalani's. Real talk, I love her more than myself. I don't even know who I'd be if she never walked into my life. "I ain't never been soft for nobody, babygirl," I added, just to hear her laugh. Why not read? You may like it.🤭

𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝘼𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.

Benet just turned 18 and graduated high school . Benet's mom sent her down to Chicago to get to know her siblings on her father's side , or that's the reason she told Benet . While down there Benet finds herself in the same trouble she was getting into back home . But does Dayvon turn a bad situation into a good situation ?

𝐂𝐞𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧, 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 ,𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚; 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. & 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈.𝐄.𝐃. *𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘳 𝘙𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 "𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘓𝘜𝘓 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘛" ★𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 "SAMEKA! That's y'all problem!! Y'all keep on supporting this nigga, and babying him." Sa'Niyah trailed before looking over to Caisiah. "When she ends up dead or in the hospital, don't say SHIT to me! I BETTER NOT EVEN SEE a fucking tear because I warned y'all stupid asses." Ceylin snapped her head at Samir.-

Pushing himself from the door Gulian neared her, standing in front of her. "I want you to stop seeing 𝙝𝙞𝙢, that's what I want." Kyomi scoffed as she shook her head. "Why would I stop doing that? Just 'cause you call yourself asking nicely?"

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓