Osari isn't your average seventeen year old girl . At just fifteen years old her own mother kicked her out onto the cold streets of Chicago leaving her to fend for herself . With no one to raise her but the streets she went from a sweet little girl to a cold hearted bitch running the streets with the dope boys. Money and her daughter were the only two things that mattered to her in this world but what happens when she's face to face with the person who's the reason her life was flipped upside down from the beginning. Love or survival ? Sometimes you have to chose what's necessary even though you may hurt those that's the closest to you . Beretta quickly learned that love wasn't going to earn the respect that he craved in the streets , nor put food on his table or money in his pocket. When he was forced to choose , survival came first so love had to wait . It wasn't just about him he had to consider his Day Ones , his cousins Glock , Pistol , and Machete because they would all be affected by his choice . Years Later , Beretta isn't trying to survive because now he's running things after taking over for O , the man who made him chose between the streets or his heart . Only thing is the only girl that he ever loved changed into a completely different person not wanting anything to do with him . Back then he chose the streets over his heart and now it seems like the love of his life is doing the same .

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝗺 𝐚𝐥𝗼𝐧𝐞, 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝗼𝗼𝐝 𝐛𝗼𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝗺𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝗼𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝗼𝐲'𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝗺𝐞 𝗼𝐧." completed...

"What happened to you?" I asked and she looked away from me. "No... nothing" she stuttered I can tell she was crying. "You were crying?" I asked more like stated and she shook her head. "Isha... if you're upset because of what you saw in the morning then you sho.. shouldn't be" I said in the end stuttering. "I shouldn't be?" She asked innocently. And now her eyes filled up with tears. "She is my wife isha" I reasoned and she gives me sad smiled. "So am I" she whispered and tear escaped her eyes and turned to other side making me froze on my place. In those 2 years, this is the first time Isha said that she is my wife. Even I never acknowledge her as my wife. We hide this from everyone. We never behaved nor we asked each other that we are husband and wife and we want rights. So hearing Isha mentioning her as my wife makes me feel something in my heart which I never felt for her before. It makes me feel that I'm standing here with my 2nd secret wife. ******** "Mai bhale hi sirf tumhara nahi hun, par tum sirf meri ho. SIRF. MERI. Mrs Isha Arshad malik (i may not only yours. But you are mine. Only mine. Mrs Isha Arshad malik)" ******** Isha Abdullah. a beautiful 17-year-old girl. She lives in a small village. A village where girl treated like trash. She lost her mother when she born. Her father married another woman cause he wanted to give his daughter the love of a mother. But her fate gave her witch disguise by mother. She lost her father at the age of 12 and after that, her stepmother makes her life hell. Arshad Malik. A handsome kind 25 years old man. Happily Married man. He loves his wife. He married his college sweetheart when he was 23. He lived in Dubai with his wife cause of his business. They both came to their home town for some business but that led Arshad to married Isha. So how they got married and how they will hide their marriage from the world.

Disclaimer: This story is currently under a massive reconstruction so this is the original story. You can read this version, but keep in mind that it is old.✨ If you had the chance to save your older sister and younger brother from dying before your eyes, would you take it? Yes? What about if your choice to save them came with consequences that last for the rest of your life and beyond? Meet Jael, a 23 year old college student in her last semester who did exactly that 3 years ago. She never realized the trouble it would bring her to save her siblings. She thought she was doing the right thing. But all she did was give herself a lifetime of dealing with the Mori twins. *Best Graphics and Crowd Favorite winner in the Peacock Awards ✨ *A 2nd Place Savant Awards winner in Diverse Lit ✨ *A Lollipop Awards Honorable Mention in Fantasy ✨ *There are music playlists for each chapter (the reason it says 92 parts)and a few pictures, I do not own any of the rights to the music nor pictures. *Rated M for language, some violence (fighting scenes), an attempted rape, and sexual content. *These characters may do or say things that you don't agree or may get upset with, please remember YOU ARE NOT THESE PEOPLE, and their lives are a work of fiction and my imagination. Thank you and please enjoy the story if you choose to continue.

dam·age /ˈdamij/ noun injury or harm that reduces value or usefulness: verb past tense: damaged; past participle: damaged inflict physical harm on (something) so as to impair its value, usefulness, or normal function. SOME CHAPTERS ARE PRIVATE MUST FOLLOW ME TO READ FULL STORY! Disclaimer TRIGGER WARNING RAPE MATURE CONTENT Story will contain Drugs, Violence, Sex, Prostitution, Abuse, and Strong language.

When Lisa Dumont travels down to New Orleans to stay with her mother for the summer, she finds herself entangled in a web of century-long territorial disputes between undead and supernatural forces. Lisa soon realizes that she has become torn between the blood-loyalty to her mother, Voodoo Priestess Madam Dumont, and the intrigue she has grown towards Elder Vampire, Hezekiah Mercier - the enemy. And consequently, the heavy discord between the two factions leaves Lisa with life-changing decisions to make that could possibly alter the fate of both groups and everyone else in between. ** **DISCLAIMER** This story is UNEDITED and UNREVISED. I haven't made any adjustments to this story since I first wrote it, which was when I was about 18 years old. I'm 23 now, for reference. I adore this story with all I have, but most of the chapters I haven't even revisited since I first uploaded them. Any mistakes, I'm usually notified of them by readers who point them out in comments. Please tread lightly, for there are undoubtedly historical inconsistencies, incorrect language translations, grammar and punctuation mistakes, and information that hasn't been properly fact checked. This is a work of FICTION. Have fun with it, please! But also beware that this is an amateur piece (that I had a great time writing).

"She like them street guys but the girl so innocent." - Story of Cali, third book in the Hood Girl trilogy

-chem·is·try noun 2. the complex emotional or psychological interaction between two people -Heart·less adjective displaying a complete lack of feeling or consideration -Pain noun physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury. How can a heartless man raised in the streets feel for this girl? The one who is broken to pieces like a vase smashed to the floor. The one who is scared of every man. How can this girl who been through the rain so long trust this man? The one who's name holds weight in the streets, so much that it never has to be said. How? Thats the question. Well, its called Chemistry, thats how.

Read Book 1 & Book 2 first or you will be confused. Enjoy🤍