"You still mine?" "Always."

What's done is the dark.... 🤫

Rakeem and Hassan. Two enemies since the 5th grade over jealousy. It turned worse as they got older. Rakeem never leaving Hassan alone. NOT PROOFREAD!!!!

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❝𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞.. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ 𝐀 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐲.. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.. 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐬, 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧." 𝐈 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤. 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. . . . Z'airee was a caretaker at a old people's home and he took care of many patients. The only thing was that it happened to be one of the few nursing in homes in NYC. So many patients wounded up from the hood where many of the patients were from different gangs. Z'airee wasn't supposed to have favorites but he always had this particular one.. Mr. Sinaloa. Heaven was a drug dealer who visited his grandpa, Tyreek Sinaloa everyday. His grandpa was everything that his parents wasn't to him. The trenches of New York was where he came from. All his mom cared about was drugs and his dad walked out on him. He grew up running the streets because his mom was too high one everything to care, with men coming in and out they house. He never had that support system so he was wit older kids for as long as he could remember. So as soon as his grandpa got custody he was good but he always knew he wanted to move out as soon as possible..Or so he thought. EXT

Nour, 23 and a shifter hiding his true identity, lives with his older brother, Amine, 27, his brother's best friend, Rémy, 26 and Rémy's little brother, Matthias, 21. He knows they are trying to come up with a plan to kick him out, because nobody can handle his sarcasm and contempt for everything and everyone. It doesn't matter though, he can take care of himself and he doesn't need anyone's pity. He is FINE. More than fine. Warning: this is a BXB story, with VERY MATURE content. It also deals with sensible topics such as death, mourning and self-hatred. Copyright 2019: All Rights Reserved *** Cover by @yukikoking_94

Shannon Cole has always survived by noticing what others miss. Numbers stick. Faces linger. Conversations don't fade. In the hood, that kind of mind doesn't stay unnoticed-it gets used. Shannon has become a quiet resource, passed between crews whenever something needs remembering, calculating, or confirming. He tells himself it's temporary. Just helping. Just staying afloat. Until everyone wants him. As gangs begin circling closer, access to Shannon turns into competition-and then into risk. Because when too many people want what you know, someone eventually decides you're too valuable to share. Tiger Laurent doesn't compete. He decides. Tiger runs things with calm precision, and when he claims Shannon, it isn't curiosity-it's control. Pulled out of circulation and placed under Tiger's watch, Shannon finds himself safer than he's ever been-and more trapped than he imagined possible. Protection blurs into possession. Use starts to feel permanent. And the more indispensable Shannon becomes, the harder it is to tell whether he's being kept alive... or quietly erased.

Rava Weston is the definition of the ideal son. He follows the rules, smiles when he should, and never causes trouble. His future is laid out-while he has just enough space to secretly chase his own quiet dreams of becoming a teacher, so long as he plays the role his parents expect. But when he's forced to attend a family summit back in Italy, everything starts to unravel. Because Gio Fontana will be there. Gio is reckless, magnetic, too rich for his own good. He's got cops who know him by name, and NOT because they're friends. His motorcycle is his greatest love, and rules don't seem to apply to him. He has a reputation that makes fathers lock their doors. Especially Rava's father. Rava and Gio, never got along. But this time, the tension feels like hunger more than hate. And as the days stretch on, Rava's perfectly safe world starts to slip through his fingers, because what's building between him and Gio is not just risky, it's forbidden. And it might be the first real thing Rava's ever felt. 🥇 #1 - gay 🥇 #1 - enemiestolovers 🥇 #1 - forbiddenlove 🥇 #1 - lgbtfiction 🥇 #1 - bxb 🥇 #1 - bl 🥇 #1 - bxblove 🥇 #1 - boyxboy 🥇 #1 - biker 🥇 #1 - Italy 🥇 #1 - denial 🥇 #1 - angst 🥇 #1 - gaylove 🥇 #1 - gayfiction 🥇 #1 - fluffy 🥇 #1 - mxm 🥇 #1 - bisexual 🥇 #1 - gaycouple 🥇 #1 - love 🥇 #1 - mlm 🥇 #1 - funny 🥇 #1 - fanfiction 🥇 #1 - obsession 🥇 #1 - lgbtromance 🥇 #1 - traveling 🥇 #1 - fatalattraction 🥇 #1 - slowburn 🥇 #1 - queer Also available in Amazon, physical and Kindle ebook version ✅ (with some bonus spicy chapters)

When cellmates, Jahmir and Tyreek find love in their cell.

Darius and Malachi have hated each other for as long as they can remember, only tolerating one another because of Shawn-Malachi's boyfriend and Darius's best friend since middle school. Malachi has always known Shawn isn't exactly loyal, but leaving him has never been that simple. So if Shawn can play games, why can't he? The problem is the one person Malachi ends up breaking his own rules with is Darius. It's supposed to be simple-no feelings, no strings, and Shawn can never find out.