She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses. He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him. She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower. Passionate. SADITIFIED.

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The baby wasn't the only thing making her heart race.. DISCONTINUED ( lost all of my outline 🤦🏾‍♀️ )

I'll tell you 10 reasons why I love you.

Xander King is the ultimate "holy" deception. As the son of the city's most famous Bishop, he's royalty in a three-piece suit. On Sunday mornings, he's the perfect heir to the pulpit. But when the sun goes down, the suit comes off, and the King of the streets comes out to play. Xander doesn't just run the city's underground-he owns it. He's got the money, the power, and a line of women who know better than to ask for his heart. Then there's Charity. She's the girl who just traded her old life for a Bible and a fresh start. She's trying to be "good," and when she looks at Xander, she sees a man who's just as lost as she used to be. She thinks she can save him. She thinks his cold stares are just a shield for a broken soul. But Xander isn't looking to be saved. He's fighting a war on every front: his father's impossible expectations, a past that won't stay buried, and the dangerous pull he feels toward a girl who's too pure for his world. When a body drops and a murder investigation hits too close to the church, the polished mask starts to slip. Charity is about to find out that the man she's falling for isn't a misunderstood saint-he's the devil in the front row. In this city, the only thing more dangerous than a sinner is someone Unholy.

I wrap my hands around her throat pulling her onto me. " I know you hear me talking to you, La'yori." " No touching the dancers" is all she says to me . "I do whatever the fuck i want" i cursed letting go of her neck. I grip the small piece of fabric around her waist. The music starts to play as she places her hand on my chest , climbing on top of me straddling my lap. She slowly grinds her body against my dick. All i could think about was how good she would look riding me. Holding her waist to give her more support as i bite my lips holding back my groans. My dick hardens and i feel my pants tightened from how hard i was.. La'yori Potts and Syair Spencer were dragged out the house by their best-friends. What happens when they run into each other at a new club that just opened up in town?

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

In the deep sticks of a small town in Mississippi , two teenagers meet and fall in love over the summer . But One day he leaves no "bye" no "see you later" just gone vanishing within the night , Leaving Sevyn heartbroken . Seven summers later , they meet again . He's older now and so is she . She's a Registered nurse and he's a music producer whose lives were about to change within an instant .

At twenty-one years old, Cianni Ramirez left New York behind searching for a better life in Miami, Florida. But what started as freedom quickly turned into years of pain after she found herself trapped in an abusive relationship. Six years later, Cianni returns home unexpectedly with her daughter, Klover Ramirez, carrying emotional scars and secrets nobody knows about. Her sudden return shocks her family, reopening old wounds filled with anger, heartbreak, and unanswered questions after she disappeared without a word. Coming home also means facing Santana East - the man she left behind. Seven years older than Cianni, Santana has spent the last six years raising his seven-year-old daughter while trying to move on from the woman he never truly forgot. Now older and changed by life, both Cianni and Santana are forced to confront their past, their pain, and the feelings that never faded as love, healing, and second chances begin pulling them back together.

I can't lose , when I'm with you ❤️💤