typical highschool love story

"𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. "𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭." 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

Was it ever me... or just him?

"What's yo pretty ass doin' out here in this country ass clinic?" "Should be somewhere put up." "... Bills paid, ring on your finger, weekends with your girlfriends, and a lil' one in them arms." 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐀 𝐗 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀

Letter Keeper follows Delia, a 22-year-old before-and-after school elementary teacher who, bored with the monotony of her life, decides to join a penpal program. When scrolling through letters, she stumbles upon Aubrey-an inmate who has been behind bars since he was 15, convicted of murdering his father after his father brutally killed his mother right in front of him. Now 25, Aubrey is months away from being released, and Delia's curiosity leads her to write him. As their letters grow deeper, Delia finds herself drawn into his complex world, uncovering the pain and trauma that have shaped him. But as Aubrey's release nears, Delia is left wondering if their bond can survive the transition from words on paper to reality-or if some walls can never come down.

Y'all read Kane and Naomi's story... now it's time for Zari and Blaze. She's the fun, party loving best friend. He's the quiet, dangerous kingpin. The spark between them has been burning since day one Zari swore she'd never fall, and Blaze swore she was already his. But Blaze doesn't believe in one woman love. When Wynter a cool, ambitious beauty with her own hustle steps into the picture, Zari finds herself caught in a game she swore she'd never play. Three lives. One temptation too strong to resist. And a love triangle that might just break them... or bind them tighter than ever.

"𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲" "𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 ..."

a traphouse production #4 "Let love set you free, to fly your pretty wings."

"How are you supposed to keep your man with your hair in that mess, Tamia?" "And has your hair been looking like that all week?" She went on talking about my hair now, considering it was blown-out instead of well kept, hot combed and straightened the way that she liked. "No, mama." I dragged, annoyed completely now with all of my peace gone in this moment. "I just got out of the shower and I just finished washing and blow-drying my hair." "I'm going to hot comb it and then flat iron it when I'm finished doing my skincare." "Yasin's not going to be home until tomorrow probably anyway." I threw in there but of course she wouldn't chastise him about why and where.

What would you do if you got to spend 10 days with the one and only? Inspired by a short dream.....