I'm catching feelings? for a nigga?? Ain't no way man. Somebody help me.

Sequel of The Truck Driver. The story continues with Tank and Kayla as they navigates life with their newborn baby TJ and planning their upcoming wedding.

Love that was supposed to be forbidden , boundaries crossed that wasn't supposed to . How do you fall in love on DEATH ROW ?

Jasani Bennett has lost everything - his baby mama to an overdose, his faith in women, and now his home. All he has left is his four-year-old son, Sincere, and the cold streets of Chicago in December. When the snow turns to freezing rain, Von's pride nearly costs them shelter until Jailyn Wilson, a stylist stuck in Chicago for the holidays, sees them outside as she's driving back to her Airbnb. Against her better judgment, she lets them in for the night. What was supposed to be one night turns into days as Jasani struggles with his trust issues and Jailyn struggles with her loneliness. The tension builds as she teaches Sincere the joy of Christmas while slowly breaking through Jasani's walls. But the question is - will Von let go of his pain and accept that maybe, Christmas didn't just come to Chicago, it came to save him?

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 "𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯"

When Kiki visits Chicago for her cousin's wedding, she never expects to get piped down by a man who talks with his hands and growls her name like he own it. Messiah ain't like these New York dudes she's used to-he move different. Ain't loud, ain't flashy, but got that hood alpha energy that make her melt. She was supposed to be there for five days max... not fall in love with a Chi-Town gangsta who flips bricks and lifts her like she weightless. But when her past follows her to Chicago and his street life bleeds into their sex-fueled situationship, the line between love and lust starts to blur. He never chased women-especially not loud, sex-crazy, no-nonsense New York ones. But Kiki? She got him talkin' about "what we is" and pressin' her spot like he tryna build a future. But love between two people who been hurt don't come easy. And in a city full of secrets, money, and murder? Somebody always gotta pay.

"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.

Jersey Coleman has faced many hardships. From being raised in a brothel to becoming a dope-fiend. She finally gets her life on the right path until she is faced with a difficult challenge.

"You know how special you gotta be to change a nigga like me? Huh?" He tilted her head back to make her look at him, and a faint smile grew on her face as he wiped her cheeks. "My own grandparents couldn't do it for me and I loved them more than anything. You the one for me ma. That's why I ain't told you everything yet 'cause I don't wanna run you away. I need you." He laid his forehead against hers, gently kissing her lips. "Nobody will ever believe that King Von from O Block be crying to me like this." She smiled as she gazed into his red eyes, and he chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I ain't King Von wit' you. Just love." He kissed her cheek next, and her smile grew as her arms tightened around him for a warm hug.

After years of observation in the shadows, Judah, a notorious and well respected drug trafficker, becomes obsessed with a basketball lover, Kianna-after being tasked with killing her-despite her unawareness of his existence. He proceeds to carry out the kidnapping plan but changes his mind about ending her life; instead, he manages to make her fall deeply in love with him. Judah then makes an audacious decision to train Kianna as his protégé, molding her into a skilled assassin who echoes his own deadly prowess. Together, they navigate treacherous paths, balancing their turbulent lives with the sensual whirlwind of love that entangles them.