Jream "Tiny" Mallory is used to being overlooked. At 5'3" with a soft baby voice, small curves, and a heart too big for her own good, she's the sweet nurse everybody loves-but nobody really sees. She spends her nights patching up strangers, never expecting her life to change... until she saves Cassius "Cash" Vale, a cocky underground street boxer with a reputation for breaking jaws and never losing a fight. From the moment he lays eyes on her caramel skin and hears that shy baby voice scolding him, Cash is hooked. She's nothing like the women he's used to-soft, shy, and too good for his world. But Cash doesn't do goodbyes or missed chances. If he wants something, he takes it. And he wants Tiny-all of her. So when Jream tries to keep her distance, Cash makes the decision for her. One night, he snatches her, claiming she belongs to him. What starts as a dangerous game of obsession turns into something deeper as he slowly breaks through her insecurities with his daily compliments, endless worship of her tiny frame, and the kind of love she never thought she deserved. But loving a man like Cash comes with risks. His world is violent, and being his woman makes her a target. When an enemy uses her to get revenge, Cash will have to fight the biggest battle of his life-not just in the ring, but for the woman who stole his heart. A slow-burn hood romance full of cocky banter, obsessive love, and R&B vibes-perfect for fans of Jade Jones and Jahquel J.

#1 su 3,63k fanfiction, 5 agosto 2019 ✌❤ Le fiamme iniziano a riempire l'abitacolo della macchina ed io sento che sono arrivata alla fine della mia vita. L'ho voluto io, certo, ma la paura di morire è talmente tanta, in questo momento, che darei qualsiasi cosa per poter rivedere coloro che mi hanno sempre amato e sostenuto. Fatico a respirare e prego Dio. Non posso finire la mia vita così, non a diciassette anni. Ripenso agli sbagli commessi e forse è la giusta punizione. Ma poi penso a quella che poteva essere la mia vita, se avessi mai fatto le scelte giuste. Perdo le forze, e inizio ad avere ricordi e pensieri sempre meno nitidi. Il fumo mi intasa le vie respiratorie e la gamba inizia a bruciare tremendamente. Una voce familiare mi fa tornare per un attimo in me. "Aiutatemi a tirarla fuori di qui, cazzo!" Grida e, non appena le lacrime iniziano a rigare il mio volto per il dolore e la paura, perdo i sensi. vi adorooooo!!!!!!!!!!!