𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐝 tie /tī/ 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎: 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍; 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎: 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍 restrict or limit (someone) to a particular situation, occupation, or place. 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐈𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧. (Constant Updates and Changes)

Detroit has always been the type of city that carries its own unique name with pride. Full of nonstop hustlers who move with dignity, each chasing their own dream. Trevon Gardner is one of them: a rapper finally gaining real attention, trying to turn his talent into the life he's been chasing forever. Xamira Evans is a gifted cosmetologist with her own blueprint, living life to the fullest. Their worlds don't usually collide...until one unexpected moment changes everything. Now they have to face the consequences. Will it bring them together, or tear them apart?

"𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭" The story of a girl who's lifestyle 360's with the help of a special someone who loves seeing her happy by Spoiling her. This Book belongs to me and should not be copied, recreated, or printed in any such way without notifying me first and giving me credit. If so I will have to take legal actions. Thank you. -GIMMESUMFACE Enjoy.

"𝗦𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗰𝗼." 𝐄𝐒𝐓. 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝟐𝟓

There's always a hand in the darkness, don't grab it.

ᵗᵃʰᵃᵃᵈ ᵖᵉᵗᵗⁱᶠᵒʳᵈ ᶠⁱᶜ ت

Would you save me if i was drowning?

Anahita, a talented nail artist with dreams of her own, unexpectedly crosses paths with Jeffery, their chemistry sparks amidst chaos. As their relationship deepens, Anahita finds herself pulled into Jeffery's world, where loyalty is tested, and danger lurks around every corner.

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝! "9-1-1 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒚"

ECLIPSED IN BLOOD 🩸A tale of hunger, power, and two stubborn-ass souls bound by something deeper than love. New Orleans, 1910. The air is thick with sin, smoke, and the scent of something just beneath the surface-something dark, something waiting. Leana moves through the night like she owns it, because in a way, she does. Dripping in silk and sin, she takes what she wants, leaves destruction in her wake, and never apologizes for it. Then there's Lauren. A woman too damn proud to beg, too damn angry to fold. She's got the weight of the world on her shoulders, a fire in her chest, and no idea what's coming for her. This ain't a love story. It's something else. Something worse. Something better. Whatever it is, it's already too late to stop.🩸