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."

Fazion Creed was the wildfire of the Creed brothers-the youngest, the most reckless, the one who swore up and down that love would never catch him. He thrived on chaos, fast nights, faster women, and the freedom of never answering to anybody's soft feelings. In his own words, he was born a bachelor and planned to die one, no matter who crossed his path. But fate has a wicked sense of humor. One impulsive night with his brother's wife's best friend flips his entire world upside down. What was supposed to be nothing more than heat and adrenaline becomes the moment that stalks him, haunts him, rewires him. Suddenly the man who lived for the streets and the spotlight finds himself thinking about things he's never let himself want-forever, loyalty, a woman he can't shake even when he tries. Fazion was never looking for love... But love found him anyway, and it refuses to let go. Armani Rose is a full-time respiratory nurse with a soft heart, sharp instincts, and a ride-or-die loyalty that makes her the perfect best friend to Rumi and an even better godmother to their little one. She works hard, loves harder, and keeps her world clean and steady... until one reckless birthday night knocks her balance clean out of her hands. What should've been a harmless "one time and never again" slip-up turns into Fazion Creed tattooing himself onto her reality. She swore she'd forget him by sunrise, but he keeps showing up-leaning in her doorway like he owns the place, sliding into her days, popping up in her space with that wild grin like she already belongs to him. He's claiming her without permission, pushing past every boundary she tries to rebuild, refusing to give her the distance she swears she needs. Armani doesn't know whether to cuss him out, run away, or let him keep pulling her into the fire he carries in his chest. Because Fazion isn't budging. And deep down, she's not sure she wants him to.

"Your gun, Christian," I whispered breathlessly, the reality of who he was momentarily flashing in my mind. Even in bed, he was a dangerous man. He didn't stop. I felt the vibration of a low, dark smile against my skin before he spoke, his voice grazing my ear. "Gun's under the pillow," he whispered. ౨ৎ Lelani, 20 never asked for chaos. She wanted a quiet life, a clean future, and a chance to finally breathe. Christian, 24 was the kind of man she promised herself she would never get close to dangerous, secretive, and tied to a world she has no business stepping into. But fate doesn't care about warnings. And he's not good at letting go. Something about her pulls him in. Something about him keeps her from walking away. All she knows is this: The boy she shouldn't want is the only one who touches her right.

"You ugly as fuck." I said laughing. "Aye nigga fuck you. When you start liking me tho? Not lil savi like me." He said smiling. "You aggy as fuck. When you was rolling up in the car after you had came and picked me up. It was so random too." I said. "Nigga you caught feelings from watching me lic- yo ass freaky as hell! You like watching a nigga pearl that bit huh." He said laughing. "Shut up! Don't judge a bitch cause she wanna be licked like that! And it was more to it so fuck you!" I said mugging him.

Soul Maurielle is quiet, introverted and to herself. She's been spoiled her whole life and has had everything handed to her, whether it was from her father, a respected drug kingpin who passed when she was 18, or her twin brother Shilo who followed in the footsteps of his father. Soul isn't new to the 'street life' she hates it and all that it brings. That life did nothing but take from her family. Her brother on the other hand loved the fast life and the quick money that came with, so he followed in the footsteps of their father bringing drama to her door when and wherever. Trap has never been one for many words, he allowed his actions to speak through all that he did. And boy did his actions speak. Trap is a popular loner, so many have been around him but not many knows who he his. Even those closest to Trap barely get more than 5 words from him at a time. He handles his business and goes about his day. Trap is deep in the life, had been since he was 15. Virgil, the father figure Trap never had, was the man who took him in and introduced him to the life. His mom had been struggling with bills, his sister, who was on her school cheer team, had no way to get her gear and he had one option. Turn to the streets, one of his boys had been bragging about the fast money he was getting and Trap needed that, his boy introduced him to Virgil and it was off from there. The 2 are one and the same, both quiet, reserved and to themselves. But Soul isn't looking for love, let alone a man that's in the same life she lost her dad to. She hates the life and everything that comes with it, so why can't she just leave this man alone? Started: February 12, 2026 Finished...

Ameira was a girl who practically lived in her own world where everything was about her. She didn't boast about it though, she just knew that it was her world and everyone else was living in it. You couldn't necessarily blame her though. She was the baby of the family, always being pampered and spoiled, always getting everything she wanted and desired. Being raised from money made her understand that with a little bit of cash, everything can be handled. When she opened a little floral shop out of boredom, but then it began bringing in real money. Which led her to becoming a florist in Miami, thanks to her parents having money all she needed was a little input from her father and her business was top in Miami. That's where she came across Khiyan. Khiyan who wasn't raised from money, who was forced to raise his siblings and pave the way to get the money that he has now. He knew the dangers of the world, having to fight and even go as far as murder. When Khiyan was driving down just trying to get from one place to another. But then boom. His car jolted forward when another car hit the back of his. He automatically exited his vehicle ready to ruin someone else's day just as much as they ruined his. But when he came across the sweet florist? Oh he knew he had to get her. MY SWEET AMEIRA.

"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥..." Poet was used to being the second choice. Actually, she was used to not being chosen at all. The girl blended into the background easily, it had always been that way. Sometimes, passion wasn't enough to put you in the spotlight and she was okay with that. Riot had always carried the weight of his mother's ways on his shoulders. He was the oldest son. The protector. The rock. He never would have thought these things to push him closer than ever to his soulmate. Not when he wasn't even sure what he wanted his own love story to look like. Their love was never expected to be but maybe it was supposed to happen that way. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐎𝐅 '𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄' 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

So much can change in a year let alone 6 .. Milaya Clark and Rahmir Banks have been each others "first " loves since highschool.. upon meeting through lays cousin who also happens to be Mirs bestfriend.. After Mir went away to school and lived his life like any 18 year old star athlete would , he came home to lay dating her Now baby's father.. So because of her relationship the pair always kept things platonic never addressing these unspoken feelings and unresolved tension.. it was always love, respect and support between the two despite the distance. however, neither of the two expected old feelings to return when she moves back to New York after finally deciding to put herself first.. Finding love again should be the last thing on her mind but will she be able to resist it? Was this her second chance or would she fall victim to going back to what she knows even though she deserves the world ? " I missed this a lot but so much has changed i have so much baggage that comes with me I wouldn't want us dabbling then falling off ." Milaya replied as her head rested on Mirs shoulder. " baggage like what your baby daddy ? No one sweatin that nigga .. I wasn't back in high school and I'm not now only reason he's spared is because of you and lil mama shits deeper than just you ma there was more reasons then just a fresh start ya boy moved yall to Connecticut " Mir replied " Mir you're seeing someone , this is messy I didn't come back to start trouble ." " you right it is messy and I didn't anticipate to feel like this once gettin back around you but I do .. and I'll dead the shit I got going on that's no issue the ball is in your court lay ." This is a story about love , loss and navigating through your twenties.. and the growing pains that come with it .. there's no manual to this life shit but you have to make it a choice to work on yourself everyday until your where you wanna to be.. find out what's to come in sweeter than sugar

"I don't know how to do this." He was almost embarrassed to admit it. "I ain't been right with you in a long time, but I'm gon' ask anyway. Please don't take her from me." His plea cracked something open inside of his chest. "I know I ain't a good man. I done did some shit that I can't take back and I can't make it right. But she is, she's good. She's the light in so many places I didn't know were dark." "So if there's a price that needs to be paid for all the pain that I have caused in this word and done onto others put it on me. I'll pay it. I swear I will. I'll protect her with my last breath. I'll listen and heed her warnings. I'll slow down and come home more and stop thinking that I'm alone in this world." "Just please let my baby wake up. I love her, I'm in love with her and I can't do this without her. If waking her up means I got to sacrifice letting her go so she can be safe. I'll do that. Just don't take her from this earth." "In Jesus name I pray. Amen."

Latto and Ja Morant