𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕪: 𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏 ; the act of loving someone who loves you back; a love returned in 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 ᥫ᭡ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 a girl experiences heart break, but she finds someone to heal the broken pieces back together. 𝔲𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔫 fiction | contemporary lit. book ONE in the romanticize series! 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 4.26.24 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 11.12.24 fully 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 6.11.25 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 11.12.24 kaylaasdiary productions © completed ☻

"Been about you, since I met you and imma keep it that way" You're special to me. You're the only one who I wouldn't mind losing sleep for, the only one who I can never get tired of talking to, and the only one who crosses my mind constantly throughout the day. You're the only one who can make me smile without trying, bring down my mood without the intention to and affect my emotions with every action of yours. I can't explain with just words how much you mean to me, but you're the only one I'm afraid of losing and the one I want to keep in my life. So, please don't leave me. ~April 18, 2021 ~July 21, 2021 Rankings: #4 in mentaldisorder 9/16/2021 #6 in highschoolsweethearts 9/16/2021 #38 in urban 9/16/2021 #14 in blacklove 9/16/2021 #5 in angerissues 9/16/2021 #12 in urbanromance 9/16/2021 #3 in bwbm 9/16/2021 #20 in contemporarylit 9/16/2021 #29 in urbanstory 9/16/2021 #2 in africanamerican 9/16/2021

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.

Kayla had it all mapped out-study hard, chase her dreams, and keep her heart out of the equation. Love wasn't part of the plan. It never was. But then she met him. A single glance. A shift in the air. And suddenly, the life she thought she wanted didn't feel complete anymore. She told herself to stay focused. That her goals came first. But he made her laugh when she wasn't supposed to. He saw through the walls she didn't know she'd built. And with every moment, every quiet exchange, something began to unfold between them-something deep, real... and terrifying. She didn't know if it was love. She just knew it felt like everything she never knew she needed. All I Want is a story of unexpected connection, quiet longing, and the kind of love that rewrites everything. ❀•*+❀•ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ•❀+*•❀ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 : 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 • 𝟏𝟎 • 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 : 𝐌𝐚𝐲 •𝟏𝟖 • 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

A mother's past. A father's fear. A child in the middle.

"Hey umm Sincere? Thank you for.. you know helping me back there." She said looking at his hair she had a bad habit of staring at people hair since she's a hair stylist it's always been a habit of hers, but she really liked his it was different you don't see hair like his in Birmingham a lot... "I ain't do it for you I just ain't want y'all to beat the nigga up and start a brawl in here." He said looking at all her features but mugging her at the same time. He was mad as fuck and didn't know why. "Well never mind then nigga!" She spouted, finally looking at his face features. She turned around ready to walk away and he grabbed her arm. "You mad or some?" He asked looking confused. "Yea nigga you act like you don't know how to just say you welcome." She said mugging him and he laughed. "What's funny?" She asked, confused. "You.. Let me ask you some, you mad that I didn't say you welcome or because I said I ain't do it for you?" "Obviously because you ain't say you welcome instead of all that extra stuff this conversation could've been over with." Lyric spouted watching him lick his lips staring down at her. "Maybe I didn't want the conversation to be over fast." He teased. "Well, if you just wanted to talk to me, you could've just said that too" Lyric joked, and they both laughed. "You welcome pretty and I wanna talk to you is that cool with you?" He asked smirking. "Is that why you been staring at me all night?" Lyric accused and just when he was about to respond they heard gunshots. Sin grabbed Lyric and put her in a room told her to stay on the floor and ran back out taking his gun out of his Nike Tech pants. ~ Lyric is an introverted girl from Birmingham Alabama with a mental illness that prevents her from leaving her house. What happens when she meets Sincere a persistent hood dude from Florida who just wants to be whatever she needs him to be.

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."

Widening the door I seen him holding another bag, with flowers in his hand and a blunt behind his ear "really? More peace offerings?" "Ain't none wrong in that" I thanked him for it as I was raised with manners I placed the flowers on the counter alongside the bag not bothered to look inside and see what he got. "That's how you gon do me?" He asked pointing at the flowers on the counter. "I mean flowers really not cutting anything right now" I shrugged. "It better cause I came here to apologise" he walked over and stood in front of me with his tall ass self. "Mhm" I hummed ready to hear what he has to say. "Real shit though. I know I ain't really been on my shit cause I got other shit I'm dealing with so Ion really wanna put that onto you cause you'n deserve none of that. So I told you Ion wanna rush it so I don't become the man that don't treat you good" at this point he put his hand in mine and used his thumb to rub the back of my hand in circular motions. "So I wanna apologise for allat cause I ain't really tell you what's going on but Ion really wanna wait for that date no more". There was just some in his eyes that was getting me especially with his head being slightly tilted not even thinking of trying to break eye contact with me. "So what does that mean?"

After moving to Chicago to start a new life, Sveya isn't looking for nothing beyond a fresh start. Between church, school, and learning how to exist without losing herself, her life feels limited...until she meets Solomon.

"𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.."