𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 | 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 I went silent just resting my thoughts on the idea of loving him. Sighing I lifted my head and decided to tell him how I felt. "I love you TreyVon I really do" I whispered to him putting my hands on his chest. I felt him squeeze my waist and move one hand under my chin. Moving to kiss me he moved down on the bed, mid kiss he pulled away both of us kinda out of breath from this passionate kiss, "I love you" he returned putting his lips back on mine before he flipped us over on the bed and this romantic shit wasn't a normal thing that occurred regularly in my life. And when it did I just prayed that this man would be the love of my life till the day I'm off this planet and he's what kept the peace and sanity running in my life everyday. ━━ ranks; #1 shortstory #1 teenromance #1 hoodlove #1 thuglife #1 teenlove #1 hood #1 unedited #1 blackpeople #1 thuglove #1 blacklove #1 clingy #2 urbanstory #2 urbanfiction #2 hoodlovestory #2 smutmaybe #4 newadult #4 teenlove #7 enemiestolovers #7 urbanfantasy # 8 highschool

It's about love in a dangerous world full of gang violence and trying to find love in a hard world and full of teens trying to get their lives that's full of drama and fake friends

𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒶 𝓉𝑜𝓍𝒾𝒸 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝑜𝓁𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒿𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉

The Costantino Sequel - Featuring Costa, Millie, the twins, and all the Accardi madness readers know and love, ROCCO is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers descent into obsession, loyalty, and fire. The Accardi family is back. And this time, it's Rocco's turn. At 30 years old, Rocco Accardi is known for a lot of things-his temper, his recklessness, his complete disregard for consequences. As the future underboss of Sicily's most feared family, he was never meant to feel anything. Until her. Alessia Russo, 26, Palermo's top real estate agent, has spent the past three years keeping things strictly professional. Which is hard to do when your most dangerous client spends every meeting flirting like it's a sport-and you've had a crush on him since day one. He's chaos. She's control. Their relationship was never meant to cross the line. But one wrong step-and everything spirals. Rocco doesn't know how to love. But he knows how to destroy. And once he decides she's his, he'll burn the city before he lets her go. Something is coming. And nothing will be the same after it hits.

𝓐 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓹 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 '𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝔂 𝓣𝓻𝔂𝓷𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓾𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓪. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓸 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓷 𝓤𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓲𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓸 "𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰" 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽?-

At twenty-three, Kori thought she had love all figured out: steady boundaries, clear intentions, no room for chaos. But then there's Three. Three's twenty-five with a heavy past and an even heavier heart. The streets taught him to move ruthless, but one look at Kori had him rethinking everything. What starts as a friendship becomes calls that run too long and rides that don't end at the curb. Three falls first while Kori keeps drawing lines he's ready to cross. He's learning to heal. She's learning to trust. Together they're walking a line between danger and devotion. Where every laugh, every glance, every silence feels like more than it should. This isn't just a love story. It's a slow burn in real time with two hearts circling the fire, daring each other to step closer.

"It's only you fa' me, I swear."

She got the looks, the grind, and a past that don't play. He got secrets, power, and his eyes locked on her. One night changed everything.

|𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲| /𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻/ 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮 "𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹."

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."