"𝗦𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗰𝗼." 𝐄𝐒𝐓. 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝟐𝟓

"You know how special you gotta be to change a nigga like me? Huh?" He tilted her head back to make her look at him, and a faint smile grew on her face as he wiped her cheeks. "My own grandparents couldn't do it for me and I loved them more than anything. You the one for me ma. That's why I ain't told you everything yet 'cause I don't wanna run you away. I need you." He laid his forehead against hers, gently kissing her lips. "Nobody will ever believe that King Von from O Block be crying to me like this." She smiled as she gazed into his red eyes, and he chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I ain't King Von wit' you. Just love." He kissed her cheek next, and her smile grew as her arms tightened around him for a warm hug.

"𝗦𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲?" 𝐄𝐒𝐓. 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝟐𝟓

"𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆"

❝𝖨𝖥 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖢𝖮𝖥𝖥𝖤 𝖧𝖮𝖳, 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗧. 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖢𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲 𝖡𝖠𝖡𝖤, 𝗜 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗕𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦.❞ SHORT/QUICK STORY 𝐃𝐄𝐂 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

January 𝟐𝟎𝟐2. " 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝, 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞"

Forced into marriage, Kameiro and Havali were nothing but strangers trapped in the same suffocating home. They fought, ignored, and resented each other. He stayed out late. She stopped caring. But somewhere between the silence and the shouting... something began to shift. Hate faded. Walls cracked. And in the wreckage of what they never wanted - love quietly started to grow. -SLOW UPDATES.

Psalm nodded towards the small stack of bills resting on the table. "Drop it in Malik's hand. Tell him you worked the block. Tell him some nigga paid you to talk. Say whatever you got to say." Dallas didn't touch them, didn't even look at them for real. Her fingers curled around her cup a little tighter though, "And what I'm supposed to tell him when he asks why I'm not roughed up or walking with a limp?" "You want me to leave a mark?" The way he said it, it wasn't cruel but it wasn't playful either. He was being serious and not because he wanted to hurt her but because he knew what she was asking for even though she wouldn't say it out loud. She needed proof. "Fuck you."

Treasure Hart is a woman running on fumes. By day, she's a paralegal chasing stability; by night, she's drowning in debt left behind by her father's gambling addiction. When collectors come knocking, she's forced to take on dangerous side hustles just to keep her little sister safe. That's when she meets Kyaire Gaulden, a man the city knows as a ghost. He's the enforcer for a powerful crew, feared for his brutality and respected for his silence. Kyaire doesn't mix business with pleasure until Treasure is sent to deliver a "payment" to him. One look at her, and Kyaire makes a choice that changes both of their lives he claims her debt as his own to "protect" her. Except protection comes with chains. Now Treasure belongs to him, caught in a cage of luxury, violence, and control. The deeper she's pulled into Kyaire's world, the more she sees the cracks in his armor the haunted man beneath the monster. Against her better judgment, she's drawn to him, even as his darkness consumes everything around them. But love in Kyaire's world isn't tender it's obsession. And when rivals use Treasure as leverage, she has to face the truth Kyaire will burn the city to the ground for her