Zahir "Zah" Creed has always been the quietest and most calculated of his brothers-the one who watches longer, thinks deeper, and moves last because his moves end things. After surviving a gunshot wound that should've taken him out, Zah's mindset hardens into something darker, colder, and brutally precise. He now runs the Creed family's underground operations with an iron hand and zero tolerance for mistakes. Loyalty buys protection, money, power-everything a person could want. Betrayal buys a grave. Emotions are a liability he buried a long time ago... until the one woman capable of unraveling him resurfaces and reminds him exactly where his weakness lives. Celeste Jones is Atlanta's top defense attorney-polished, brilliant, and born into a family that planned her entire life before she ever got a say. From her education to her engagement, everything has been carefully curated to fit her parents' idea of success. She's engaged to Darrell Harris, a fellow lawyer who looks perfect on paper but hides who he really is beneath a well-crafted persona. Celeste knows something is wrong, but years of obligation and expectation have taught her how to swallow her instincts. That is, until a call pulls her back into a past she was never allowed to choose. At one point in her life, Zahir Creed was all she knew. Their bond was intense, consuming, and dangerous-so dangerous that her parents made sure to tear them apart before it could ruin everything they'd built for her. Now Zah is back, darker, more powerful, and no longer willing to stay in the shadows of her life. The man she once loved is now the man her world should fear, and he's making it clear he isn't leaving this time. As old feelings collide with present danger, Celeste is forced to choose between the life that was designed for her and the man who has always owned the parts of her she's never been able to control.

just read and find out (it might be a little bit rushed)

"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.

"Aight bro" Caine waved me off "So what we done?" He looked at me with no emotion "We're done" I nodded "So am I allowed to do my own thing or what? Or is that gonna be cheating" Caine spoke being sarcastic mocking my words "Fuck you Caine" "Fuck you Tiana" *** History. Her-story. His-story. Their-story.

"𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎".

College is a time to grow while being wild and free. Still living reckless comes with consequences. It's all a part of life's cruel game. The question still remains: who will win and who will lose. Both Pharaoh and Essence have the highest to lose.

Desiree is nothing but a regular female. It's her final year in high school and she couldn't be more excited about that fact. She then gets the idea of getting a prison pen-pal in which she does. So, in the middle of her senior year, Desiree starts writing to Vance Wright, inmate number 7475. He's serving his last year in Prison so how's it gonna go when he finally gets released and the two get to meet each other face to face? Is he the man she expected him to be? Is she the shordy he expected her to be? **YALL, THIS IS A SHORT STORY. **SOME CHAPTERS MAY BE SHORTER THAN OTHERS.

The 2nd generation.

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.

"When she met him it was like dancing with the devil. When he met her it was like walking with an angel."