Rumi "Rue" Monroe was a girl who grew up too quick and too soon. When her parents died, all she had left was herself, her overworked aunt, and bills they could never quite outrun. Fresh out of a relationship after catching her man in bed with another woman, Rue is exhausted working herself to the bone, drowning in responsibilities, and done with men altogether. She keeps her head down, minding her business, praying life gives her something better than struggle and disappointment. She isn't looking for love, danger, or anything that can break her again. Until she meets him. Nazir "Naz" Creed is the coldest man in the city a quiet storm with a reputation that speaks louder than he ever needs to. Running the streets with his brothers built him an empire people fear and respect in equal measure. Naz moves with precision, loyalty, and violence when necessary, and he's never cared about much outside money, power, and keeping his circle alive. But then he sees Rue. What starts as a chance encounter turns into a collision neither of them can walk away from. Rue's sweetness clashes with Naz's darkness, her broken hope meets his guarded heart, and suddenly the city's coldest man finds himself warming to the one girl who wasn't looking for him in the first place. And the streets? The streets don't like when the wrong people start caring about each other.

With my hand on the knob, I twist it open, but the action was interrupted by his voice echoing off the walls. " Come here," I look over my shoulder, " No, I'm not in the mood for this shit." I hissed. " I wasn't askin. Come. Here." He demanded. I huffed, slamming the door shut and leaning against the door. " What?" He gestures towards the seat, " Sit down." " No, I don't have to do a damn thing." I refused, standing far away from him as possible. I wanted to be nowhere near him. " Sit down or I'll sit you down myself." He warns, glaring at me. ------------ #1 in urban romance #1 in black love #1 in glory to God #1 in bwbm #1 in lotsofdrama

"I got one big ass album for you, It got over 900 pictures of you." He confessed making her jaw drop. "Do you even be picking out the best pictures and delete the rest of the ugly ones??" She looked at him in shock. "Fuck no, I keep every picture of you." He said while opening the house door and let her walk in first. "You're so crazy inlove, it's okay though me too." She smiled softly at him. "I thought you only liked me a lil bit." He locked the doors and followed her to the bedroom. "I changed my mind. I can do that." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked in the bedroom. "Type shit." He laughed and shook his head at her. Messiah was so deeply in love with Juani, nobody could tell him anything about her. He loved her with all his heart and felt like she was the reason he had smiled so much in what felt like forever. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝- March 20, 2024 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝- March 24, 2024 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝-June 16, 2024 @𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒✰

𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘼𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙍𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖'𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙢. 𝙀𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮-𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝘼𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝘼𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙨 𝙉𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜-𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨, 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝘼𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙤. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡?

it's always half, and never whole you began to feel like home

"She not like the others, Ma. She real." Phoenyx spoke with conviction. "She makes me feel-" "Like a bitch." Persephone cut in, raising off of the couch. "You lettin' her soften you up. I ain't raise you to be no simp." "Forreal, Ma?" Phoenyx felt the heat rising to his face, a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "Why can't you just let me have this?" "Have what?" Persephone scoffed. "This shit ain't you. You gon' start actin' like somebody's fuckin' husband now? You think love gon' save you in these streets?" • • • • • • 𝙰 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎. ❤️‍🔥👻 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟹 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 (𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗-𝚘𝚏𝚏)

I finally found her after five long years... She thought she could disappear and I would let her go... I have yearned and craved for her touch again... This time I will not let her go.... Blood will be shed if anyone tries to stop me from being with her... The darkness has plagued my mind and she is the only one who can save me... The monster she once called me plays over and over again in my mind... But I am no monster... I am Eryx, the head of the Vallea Mafia

"Damn. Hasn't even been that long and you got a whole rock on your finger now, huh?" "...What are you doing here?" She unthinkingly rubbed her swollen belly, the tight knots forming in her stomach at the same time. "What you mean? I came for the art." His tone was sarcastic as he gestured at the paintings on the walls. She watched his eyes drift down her body, before he tightly clenched his jaw. "But I see I have more than one thing to congratulate you on." He said, bitterly. • • • • • • 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛? ❤️‍🩹👻 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟸 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 (𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕)

"So you just wanna fuck me forever, and that's it, huh?" "I ain't say-" He sucked his teeth. "We already talked about this shit, Z." "Nah." She chuckled dryly. "You just keep shutting me out." "Why you doin' this to me, Ma?" He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Hm? Why you tryna fuck everything up?" • • • • • • 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 💌👻 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜