"𝙄𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚."

"𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏?" - 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒙𝒙

"to gutta to play with a ngga"

𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁.

She thought she would never leave her current "situation-ship" until she met a well known NBA player that changed her mind.

First we get to talkin, then we get to touchin If we get past the phone games we'll be fuckin

Singer Melody Armani has known a basketball player Ja Morant whole life. What happens when the media ships them together so much that they start to see it themselves? But it's not easy when you're in the spotlight and trying to hide your relationship. Will their love for one another be enough? ~ lower case ~ there are some mistakes bare with me

𝗦𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 = 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻 @𝟰𝟰𝟰𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗹𝘃𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 <𝟯

Ja and Dess had been inseparable from the moment they met in college. What started as a friendship quickly ignited into a love neither of them saw coming. They were young-perhaps too young to understand the weight of what they truly had. Then Ja's betrayals shattered everything. For Dess, walking away was the only way to save herself. For Ja, losing her sent him spiraling into a world of regret, excess, and self-destruction. Now, five years later, fate has brought them back to the same crossroads, caught between what was and what still might be. When their paths cross once more, old wounds resurface, and the weight of unspoken words lingers between them. Dess has built a life without Ja-one that doesn't revolve around heartbreak and second chances. She has convinced herself she has moved on. Ja has moved on, too-at least in some ways. He's a father now. His daughter, Kaari, is the one pure, beautiful thing to come from the years he spent trying to be with someone else. But he never loved Kaari's mother the way he loved Dess. He couldn't. Because even after five years, after all the mistakes and all the time lost between them, Dess still owns his heart in a way no one else ever could. In this sequel to Wrong Kind Of Right, Ja and Dess find themselves questioning: Is love ever truly lost, or does it simply leave behind pieces-residuals of what once was, waiting for the right time to find its way back?