𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎

𝗠𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜'𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹.

Sihle, a young woman with a quiet life as an artist, begins having vivid dreams of a mysterious man named Kwanele.In her dreams, they share a deep undeniable connection one that feels more real than reality itself. Every night their love story unfolds in a world that seems untouched by time but when morning comes, he vanishes like a mist. Only to realize he exists in real life but doesn't remember her

Ja and Dess had been inseparable from the moment they met in college. What started as a friendship quickly ignited into a love neither of them saw coming. They were young-perhaps too young to understand the weight of what they truly had. Then Ja's betrayals shattered everything. For Dess, walking away was the only way to save herself. For Ja, losing her sent him spiraling into a world of regret, excess, and self-destruction. Now, five years later, fate has brought them back to the same crossroads, caught between what was and what still might be. When their paths cross once more, old wounds resurface, and the weight of unspoken words lingers between them. Dess has built a life without Ja-one that doesn't revolve around heartbreak and second chances. She has convinced herself she has moved on. Ja has moved on, too-at least in some ways. He's a father now. His daughter, Kaari, is the one pure, beautiful thing to come from the years he spent trying to be with someone else. But he never loved Kaari's mother the way he loved Dess. He couldn't. Because even after five years, after all the mistakes and all the time lost between them, Dess still owns his heart in a way no one else ever could. In this sequel to Wrong Kind Of Right, Ja and Dess find themselves questioning: Is love ever truly lost, or does it simply leave behind pieces-residuals of what once was, waiting for the right time to find its way back?

mal·e·dic·tion /ˌmaləˈdikSHən/ a magical word or phrase uttered with the intention of bringing about evil or destruction; a curse.

" Won't you listen to your heart, baby I can hear your heart crying out for me (girl it's crying out for me) I can hear your heart crying out for me (And it's saying) Come on in, come on in, come on in and save me (Save me) Come on in, come on in, come on in and save me"❤️.. #3 in Urbanfiction 07/31/21

typical highschool love story

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐌𝐛𝐮𝐲𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐨 𝐆𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

"So you just wanna fuck me forever, and that's it, huh?" "I ain't say-" He sucked his teeth. "We already talked about this shit, Z." "Nah." She chuckled dryly. "You just keep shutting me out." "Why you doin' this to me, Ma?" He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Hm? Why you tryna fuck everything up?" • • • • • • 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 💌👻 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜