Love wasn't supposed to be this dangerous. Taylor has always lived by one rule-stay out the way and survive quietly. But everything changes the day she crosses paths with Davion, a street-raised, battle-scarred man with a reputation that follows him like a shadow. He's unpredictable, magnetic and carrying secrets heavy enough to break anyone who gets too close....

𝐀𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞: 𝐈𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡... 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝?

"We've been talking about us, all of us." Kiara could feel her heart beating out of her chest. "Ok...what do you guys not want to do this anymore?" Amari rubbed against Kiara's lower back before kissing her lips a few times. "Never that ma, we just want to know if you're ready." "Ready?" Kiara's breathing hitched as Josiah pushed against her back, she could feel his dick pressed against her ass. "For us, both of us." Kiara gripped on Amari's shirt tighten as she felt his grip on her waist tight.

"𝐈𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐀'𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐚"

They don't like each other. That's clear. Every encounter feels like a challenge. Every argument lingers too long. And whatever started as tension is turning into something neither of them can control.

"Why do we keep going in circles?" Myeshia isn't a good girl - she's a lost one. Tired of being broke, tired of being disappointed, tired of loving people who never choose her. Renz is everything she should stay away from - street, cold, and toxic as hell. He doesn't know how to love right. He doesn't know how to love at all. He's the type to protect you, then hurt you. The type to reel you in, then play you. The type to show up when it matters, but disappear when it gets real. What starts as tension turns into something complicated. What feels like love turns into something messy and dangerous. Street loyalty, dirty money, and emotions nobody knows how to handle. Once a lost girl falls for someone like Renz... nothing stays the same.

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ-ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪꜱᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ʀᴜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪꜱᴇ, ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰʀᴇᴇ, ᴡɪʟᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛ. ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴜʀɴ, ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙʟᴜʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇɴ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ❝ɪꜰ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɪ'ᴅ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ.❞ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇ𝒬ᴜᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ... ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ ꜰᴀɪʀ

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.

sʏʟᴀs ᴠᴇʏʀᴏɴ 27 ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ᴀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsɪᴛʏ ᴘʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅs ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ. sᴛʀɪᴄᴛ, ᴘʀᴇᴄɪsᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛɪᴍɪᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏsᴇᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇs ᴀɴ ᴀᴜʀᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ sᴘᴇᴀᴋs. ᴅᴀɴɪʟᴀ ʀᴇʏᴇs ᴡʜᴏ ɪs 19 ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛᴇʀ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴄʟᴀss-sᴏғᴛ-sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ, ᴏʙsᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ's ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ᴀs ᴄᴜʀɪᴏsɪᴛʏ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴛᴜʀɴs ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ sʏʟᴀs's ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ғᴀsᴄɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀʀᴍʟᴇss-ɪᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟᴇᴀᴅs sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ.

I will cross the ocean for you I will go and bring you the moon I will be your hero, your strength Anything you ne- Scratch that No, the fuck I won't !