"I'm right here, baby. I ain't lettin' you go alone. Not tonight, not ever." 𝟐𝟗.𝟎𝟖.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓-𝟎𝟏.𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

In which Salem is Tavari's bully. Graduation is approaching quickly, and Salem is told that he cannot graduate without a credit in a foreign language. His victim, Tavari, happens to be the salutatorian of the school. What happens when Salem asks Tavari for help? Will Tavari help him, despite being Salem's target for almost five years? Will they become more than just a bully and his victim?

She talk to much, She invade to much, And she's most of all to comfortable. He's mean, He's the plug And most of all I like him.

𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙖? 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙢𝙢!! ━━ "Anyways y'all I'm bouta hop off cause I'm so mother fucking hungry that I would eat pork right now" I swiped off Instagram and turned off my phone. Mir moved to go lean on the counter and I fixed my position so I could see his face "I can ask you some?" Nodding my head I waited for him go say something "you love a nigga for real?" Shit do I lie? Pretend as if it's a joke and I'm playing? Laugh it off? Try act like I couldn't hear him? No hablo inglés? Or just keep smiling? Or tell the truth? I'm sure any will work. ━━ y'all the book is unedited!! ranks 🦋 #1 hoodlovestory #1 clingy #1 blackcouples #1 thuglife #1 smutmaybe #2 hoodlove #2 urbanstory #3 shortstory #3 crazylovestory #3 newyork #4 urbanfiction #4 thuglove #5 lovestory #5 urbanromance #6 possessive #8 hoodromance

This is just a collection of one shots - the kind of stories that appear in my head at 2 AM, ruin my sleep schedule, and refuse to leave until I write them down. The ideas are too chaotic, too emotional, too random, or simply too short to become full-length stories, so they ended up here instead. Expect everything from soft romance to absolute emotional destruction. There will be ghostships, unhealthy tension, dramatic misunderstandings, painfully in-love idiots, and moments that probably should've stayed inside my notes app. Some stories will make sense. Others were clearly written during a mental breakdown and three cups of coffee. This will contain fluff, angst, crack, possessiveness, jealousy, questionable decisions, shameless self-indulgence, and me being completely unhinged for several chapters straight. And yes - there will be smut. A lot of "they need therapy" energy too. Basically, this is my little dumping ground for every idea that screamed loud enough in my brain to be written. So welcome to the chaos.

"I'm not bout' to complicate yo life baby, you don't want this." "Elijah, you don't get to choose what I want to do with my life !"

"You toxic" "You love me" "I hate you " "Imma kill you"

"Let me get yo' number." I said and he looked back at me with surprise. "Why? You gay?" He asked and I laughed. "Nigga, you my new studio person. I want to stay in contact," I explained and he nodded. "Oh. Cause I could've sworn you were flirtin' wit' me." He muttered and I grinned. "Don't take it to heart, I jus' be bored," I said and he typed in his number. "Well, don't joke wit' me cause I'm really like that." We made eye contact again and a smirk gifted my lips. "Mm," I licked my lips and he bit his. "Bye Tariq. I'll save your number as asshole." He went back to his computer. "And I'll save yours as big ass," he laughed. "See, you provin' my point. Bye." He waved good-bye at me. Asshole: Goodnight ____ It's a lil lame ik buttt Read to find out more !😝😙 Trigger warnings inside the book

"Why they call you Three?" "Cause I did it three times."

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺.... 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦.... 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿.