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

love • /ləv/ an intense feeling of deep affection.

"𝐈'𝐦𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 !"

The Story of Zahra and Sakani

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 "𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯"

𝖠 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽, 𝖬𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂 ↣ 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 ©

Coming from a life of drugs, money, and women, Michael "Meechie" Jackson had the world in the palm of his hands. He had power and his business, which he built from the ground up, morphed him into one of the most well-known drug lords in the city. Irish "Irie" Dunomes, the daughter of a pastor, didn't live the cliché holy than thou life. She was beautiful, talented, intelligent and a good girl, but she could be rebellious and bold. She was never afraid to chase after what she wanted, and after catching a glimpse of Michael one night he piqued her interest in ways no other man had. Although not initially interested, something made him change his mind to give her a chance realizing she was more than what he bargained for. As love becomes the center of their story, the contrast of their lives may put their relationship to the ultimate test or end it in many ways that they least expect.

"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. ❀ 🝳 ❀