He's loved by millions but understood by few. Chris Brown father, icon, and flawed man is used to keeping people at a distance. Women come and go, the spotlight never dims, and the pain behind his smile stays tucked away where no one can reach it. Until her. She's not impressed by his fame. She doesn't ask for tickets, clout, or access just conversation. Peace. Time. A friendship forms that feels like freedom. And maybe, just maybe, the beginning of something real. But love doesn't come easy for a man who's been burned and watched the world judge him for every scar. This time, the story goes beyond the mic.

𝙨𝙖𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙚 𝙭 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣. ❦ | 𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . ᶜʰʳⁱᵃᵐᵒⁿᵗᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡ ᵍʰᵉᵗᵗᵒ 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is a haunting, slow burn descent into the kind of love that feels more like a loaded gun than a safe place to land. Set in the shadows of Los Angeles, where palm trees line the blocks but can't cover up the sirens, body bags & trauma, it follows the twisted, all consuming bond between two souls, two victims of life's circumstances, too damaged to love right, but too addicted to let go. This ain't ALL fiction. It's the unfiltered truth of what happens when love turns toxic, when passion is laced with pain, & when walking away could save your life, but staying feels like the only way to breathe. It's about being hooked on someone who breaks you in pieces, slowly, until you don't even recognize your own reflection. What makes it worse for them? The violence didn't just live outside their door. Both were born into a family war where colors, street names, & grudges were damn near inherited. Their love was always a risk, always a target. They tried to escape it, to build something that didn't echo their past with one other, but still, the pain followed. Loss piled up. Friends, family, pieces of themselves, until even love felt like another battlefield. The streets never really let go of their past. Not when last names are triggers. Not when loyalty is life or death. In this story, heartbreak isn't some poetic lifetime script, it's violent & real. Mental peace is a luxury, & the heart's pull feels more like a curse than a blessing. 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is for the ones who loved past the red flags, stayed through the damage, & bled for a connection that was never safe to begin with. It's violent. Tender. Fucked up. But it's honest.

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An unlikely pair, Sybil & Syre find themselves being pulled toward the other by an undeniable force. They both have decided that they hate each other but over time that "hate" turns into something else all together. As it turns out, these two wounded souls are just what the other needs to heal. Childhood trauma haunting Syre has left him in a loner mentality, and angry at the world. He trusts no one, and cares for nothing. For Sybil, she craves love but after surviving the abuse of an ex, has come to the conclusion that true love is just a myth. Will their paths crossing mean tragedy? Or will they finally find what the other has been missing all along?

Said you need space from me, I never felt love but it feels like I'm falling.

Riley Novak is just like your regular degular quiet country girl still trying to get used to the new city. She figured moving from her school in Valdosta to a totally different environment her senior year would be a breeze, until she met HIM. Will she get through her senior year stress free? Or will it be hell even getting through the first few months? DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of my author imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. - phuckurstories ™

"I just can't stand Ben anymore." She admitted truthfully, and maybe she would have kept this information to herself if she wasn't drunk. "All he does is drink and plays video games, we don't sleep together, he hasn't touched me in almost a year I'm 35 years old and I know my marriage is failing." She vented to her best friends. She'd been holding that in for months, she didn't want to continuously tell her friends how unhappy she was in her marriage, she just didn't want to be that friend. "He doesn't come to anything the kids are involved in, but you know who is there?" Isabella asked. "Ambrose." Monica answered noticing it herself, she made sure to make it to her god children's games and or dance competitions whenever she wasn't working. She noticed that Ambrose was at all the games and dance competitions cheering them on, he was always helping them practice, he was good with all 3 of Isabella's kids it was hard not to notice how they'd clung onto him. "Is it wrong that I still felt the same way I did in high school?" Isabella asked, she'd finally admitted it out loud and she knew for sure in that moment she was indeed still in love with him, and she fought this hard. "Izzy, you still love Ambrose?" Tory asked, shocked.

who's this? 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 ur future. 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 - @trappastarz © February 2022

I know that I'm your favorite thing Well, this how you make me feel Somethin' 'bout me makes you weak I'm startin' to think I'm the Best you've Ever had...

But I'll keep running with my best foot forward 'Cause the race to love is never over I wanna be better for ya You made me genuinely better