A story of teenager Adonis, living with post traumatic stress disorder, as well as a world of other issues involving his family, his school, and his own thoughts. He eventually befriends the popular, Farrah, who at first...takes more interest in his popular older brother. All characters are 18 and older. (apparently I have to be followed for some privated chapters)

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

18 year old Seven is the pride of 12th Street. With a 4.0 GPA, a clean record, and a future that stretches far beyond the projects, she's the "good girl" everyone points to. She lives her life by the book, tucked safely behind the protection of her brother, Serge, and the iron gate of her porch. She's a goldfish in a shark tank, and she knows it. But the walls Serge built are starting to feel thin. Ghost is the first crack in her foundation. He's Serge's right hand, a man who has known Seven since she was in pigtails. He's respectful, steady, and moves through their house with a silent, predatory grace. He knows the "don't touch" policy better than anyone, but the way he watches her from the kitchen door tells a different story. He's the familiar danger, the one who's always there, whispering that he sees the woman she's becoming. Then there is Lucky. If Ghost is the fire, Lucky is the cold, dark eclipse. As the man who runs the neighborhood, he doesn't come inside, and he doesn't play by anyone's rules, not even Serge's. He doesn't talk much. He doesn't have to, his presence is a loud enough statement. Seven is caught in the crosshairs of two different kinds of power. One man is her brother's best friend who respects the house, the other is the street legend who intends to own it. On 12th Street, loyalty is everything... but some temptations are worth the war.

Heart's Desire (Noun) : Refers to the deepest, most personal longings or wishes that come from your emotional core-not just what you want, but what you truly yearn for. These desires often reflect your truest self-your passions, dreams, needs for love, purpose, connection, or fulfillment. They're called "heart's" desires because they're emotional and instinctive, not always logical or practical. They can be difficult to explain, but you feel them deeply. "I feel like for some crazy ass reason, I got this connection with you. I wonder about ya safety when I'm not around and even if you never give a nigga the time of day... I just want you to be happy. I don't even know why.. I'm attracted to you like crazy ma." "You make me feel this way that I've never really felt before and I'm just too scared to go for the ride. Everything I ever said I wanted in a man, you have. Your attitude, your mindset, your maturity-." They weren't looking for each other, but something deeper-unspoken and undeniable-pulled them in. Follow along as two souls shaped by pain, survival, and pride, try to navigate a bond that feels bigger than either of them. It's passionate, intense, captivating, and at times overwhelming. Their connection isn't just attraction-it's a collision of heart's desires that neither expected, but both need. ( MATURE CONTENT ) COMPLETED

"So you just wanna fuck me forever, and that's it, huh?" "I ain't say-" He sucked his teeth. "We already talked about this shit, Z." "Nah." She chuckled dryly. "You just keep shutting me out." "Why you doin' this to me, Ma?" He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Hm? Why you tryna fuck everything up?" • • • • • • 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 💌👻 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

Following in her mother's footsteps, 17 year old valedictorian Tahari Campbell soon will be graduating with honors, considering she consistently held a perfect 4.0 Gpa at Benjamin Franklin high school. New Orleans native promised her mother that she would walk in a path for success although her heart is leading her down the road of destruction... ©Copyright I_Am_Undeniable

{Copyright © 2015️ All Rights Reserved} "These Ho*** don't love you like I do" ∆ ♥Tinashe' & Eazy-E♥ ∆ book 1: "straight outta compton" book 2: "wicked games" book 3: "treat me like somebody"

{Copyright © 2016️ All Rights Reserved} "I wish I could turn back the clock. I'd find you sooner and love you longer" ♡ ♥Eazy - E & Aaliyah ♥ - short story✨ some chapters may be private,if so you must follow me in order to read. Enjoy ? MisunderstoodNani✨

If i had only known you'd give just one thing to me, It was your promise on our wedding day-the one didn't keep. You promised you would cherish me until we both grew old, The only vows you took to heart was "To Have" and "To Hold". "To Have" me? I'm a prisoner, an object standing still. "To Hold" me? Yes, you've done that too, but against my will. If walls could tell their stories, and doors unlocked themselves, Everyone would have a view into my secret hell. Crazy? That is what you want me to think I am, Telling me you meant no harm....and that you never will again. The nights you tower over me just to make me feel As if the blame and shame are mine-and my feelings are not real. But you don't know that with each blow and hurt you have to give, The more you build my silent nerve, and my will to live. You think that you have won, I'm broken on the ground, But you don't know the plans in place and strength that I have found. Just know there will come a day, not far within my reach, The only things to grip my soul are happiness and peace. I thank you for letting me see your true colors, now I'm loving the girl I've become. - To you, with resentment, love, your survivor.