I feel like we look better together You can pull up and see me whenever I knew you was the one I met you

"All my feeling and emotions are bottled up"

After years of observation in the shadows, Judah, a notorious and well respected drug trafficker, becomes obsessed with a basketball lover, Kianna-after being tasked with killing her-despite her unawareness of his existence. He proceeds to carry out the kidnapping plan but changes his mind about ending her life; instead, he manages to make her fall deeply in love with him. Judah then makes an audacious decision to train Kianna as his protégé, molding her into a skilled assassin who echoes his own deadly prowess. Together, they navigate treacherous paths, balancing their turbulent lives with the sensual whirlwind of love that entangles them.

What a tangled web we weave, when we lie to deceive.. Having to watch his parents demise at an early age, Joseph is brought up by an uncle who played off his parents death to his advantage breeding Joseph to be a cold, emotionless and calculated demon. After completing a six year bid for an assault with a deadly weapon charge, twenty-six year old Joseph Combs is set on living an honest life and leaving his past behind. Shortly after his release he meets an angel on earth in the form of a woman whom is able to break down that wall and show him what it feels like to love and be loved. But when a storm begins to brew, his past comes knocking on his door forcing him to turn back into the person he fought so hard to change from. Having to lead a double life, what are the lengths he'll go to protect the woman he loves and his future from his past. DISCLAIMER STORY HAS 0 ASSOCIATION TO PHOTOS OF CHARACTERS IN REAL LIFE. THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION Sep. 2021

Dealing with a criminal worse than expected

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Every time Dayvon looked at Salem , he was reminded that there was still a small piece of good left inside him. He met her on one of the worst days of his life, fresh out of jail and carrying more anger than he knew what to do with. While everybody else saw a criminal headed nowhere fast, Salem saw a man with busted knuckles who needed help. He'd never understood how an autistic doctor could be so oblivious to who he was. She never feared him. Never judged him. Never treated him any differently than anybody else. One hug from her felt like peace after years of chaos, and somewhere along the way he found himself depending on her more than he should've. That's why he yearned for her the way he did; why he couldn't stay away no matter how hard he tried.She stole his Antidote.

𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯' 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 © 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥， 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖱𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽． (discontinued)

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.

She knew him before the chains. Before the fame. Before the diamonds in his mouth. Some loves don't die. All this time Trying to find A little time To ease your mind