"you make me feel all these feelings n' emotions I've neva felt before" - 𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

Shannon Cole has always survived by noticing what others miss. Numbers stick. Faces linger. Conversations don't fade. In the hood, that kind of mind doesn't stay unnoticed-it gets used. Shannon has become a quiet resource, passed between crews whenever something needs remembering, calculating, or confirming. He tells himself it's temporary. Just helping. Just staying afloat. Until everyone wants him. As gangs begin circling closer, access to Shannon turns into competition-and then into risk. Because when too many people want what you know, someone eventually decides you're too valuable to share. Tiger Laurent doesn't compete. He decides. Tiger runs things with calm precision, and when he claims Shannon, it isn't curiosity-it's control. Pulled out of circulation and placed under Tiger's watch, Shannon finds himself safer than he's ever been-and more trapped than he imagined possible. Protection blurs into possession. Use starts to feel permanent. And the more indispensable Shannon becomes, the harder it is to tell whether he's being kept alive... or quietly erased.

*NOT EDITED* "You're mine to kiss," he murmured against my skin, his mouth moving to my neck, pressing soft, slow kisses there. "Mine to love." Roman's lips continued to trace lower, lingering along my cleavage longer than I anticipated. His kisses were slow, deliberate, leaving behind a warmth I couldn't ignore. I felt the pressure of his mouth against my skin, each soft touch making it harder to resist him. His lips pressed against my skin, and I felt him leave a mark, a hickey right at the curve of my breast. My breath hitched as he pulled away slightly to look at the mark he left, his eyes dark with desire. I could see the need in his eyes-the hunger for me, the desperation. "If I ever catch you with another man again, Solana." he said in a low voice, his words practically a warning, "I'll kill him." first story please be kind!! will be smut but not a lot.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.

Jream "Tiny" Mallory is used to being overlooked. At 5'3" with a soft baby voice, small curves, and a heart too big for her own good, she's the sweet nurse everybody loves-but nobody really sees. She spends her nights patching up strangers, never expecting her life to change... until she saves Cassius "Cash" Vale, a cocky underground street boxer with a reputation for breaking jaws and never losing a fight. From the moment he lays eyes on her caramel skin and hears that shy baby voice scolding him, Cash is hooked. She's nothing like the women he's used to-soft, shy, and too good for his world. But Cash doesn't do goodbyes or missed chances. If he wants something, he takes it. And he wants Tiny-all of her. So when Jream tries to keep her distance, Cash makes the decision for her. One night, he snatches her, claiming she belongs to him. What starts as a dangerous game of obsession turns into something deeper as he slowly breaks through her insecurities with his daily compliments, endless worship of her tiny frame, and the kind of love she never thought she deserved. But loving a man like Cash comes with risks. His world is violent, and being his woman makes her a target. When an enemy uses her to get revenge, Cash will have to fight the biggest battle of his life-not just in the ring, but for the woman who stole his heart. A slow-burn hood romance full of cocky banter, obsessive love, and R&B vibes-perfect for fans of Jade Jones and Jahquel J.

𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺 , 𝘪'𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎

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"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦..