Elijah has always known who he is. Loved by two fathers, protected, visible, and fearless enough to fight anyone who questions it. Tre, his best friend, has always known too, except his love for Elijah lives in silence, tangled with gang loyalty and a life Elijah was never meant to touch. Then Ty'quan appears. Identical in face but forged by abandonment and survival, Ty'quan is the brother Elijah never knew existed and the proof that one different choice can split a life in two. When Ty'quan is mistaken for Elijah and kidnapped, the mistake ignites a chain of violence that pulls both brothers deeper into the streets. Tonic, a dangerous gang leader, does not just want Ty'quan dead. He wants him close. As obsession tightens and love fractures, Elijah and Tre are forced to confront what their bond really costs, while Ty'quan must decide whether family can save him or if the darkness that recognizes him is the only place he truly belongs. Because sometimes love protects you. And sometimes it is the reason everything burns.

Braylon thought a new apartment meant a fresh start. Instead, he ran into Dakota-his neighbor with a smart mouth, a stare that cuts, and a way of getting under his skin. One complex. Two tenants. Too much tension.

Not everyone on earth is perfect. Disorders come in any shape or form. People amongst you could be suffering in silence, and you wouldn't even know...

Benji has never known a love that was truly his. His past is a trail of abusive situations, manipulative partners, and secretive "DL" affairs where he was always too quiet, too clingy, or simply never enough. Currently, he is stuck in a dead-end relationship with a boyfriend who only comes around for money or sex. The boyfriend offers hollow words of affection, telling Benji he loves him, and Benji clings to that lie, believing it's all he deserves. But Benji's stagnant world is suddenly upended when Daxton a manic, energetic ball of chaos walks into his life, challenging everything Benji thought he knew about love and self-worth.

❝𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬." 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ "You listening to me for once? Crazyyy." He put his phone down, full attention on me. "C'mere den, sexy. We ain't got nothing but time." He bit his lip. Oh yeah, he was sumn serious cause that lil one two gon get me and him in trouble. . . . Dominic Winters didn't believe in love. Well, that sounded a bit harsh. He just didn't really think it was worth the effort. Why settle for one person when there were so many people who wanted him? So many to romance? He wasn't trying to be a playboy but it just ended up that way. His whole philosophy was "Marriage is a scam. Divorcing is inevitable. Every man and woman alike fell to his feet. There was no discrimination with him. Black, White, They, Them, She, He. He liked them all. It was mere fun to him, like a hobby to go along with his career he was building in college as the quarterback who was on a mission to make it to the big leagues all while keeping his grades in check and hanging with his boys. That's all it ever was for him. Then.. someone new came around. Someone who changed his routine of jumping from one person to the next. Dom was cool with everyone. He said wassup to everyone but when the new sophomore gave him nothing, no reaction, no interest, he was butt hurt to say the least. It even bruised his ego a bit. Messiah Hughes transferred to this new, better college. A fresh start to a shitty past year. It took a toll on him and he needed to get away, he had to. EXTENDES SYNOPSIS INSIDE. Updates every 3-7 days.

﹡ ﹡ ﹡ When the weed wears off and the room goes still, it's his name that echoes. His weight against your shoulder. His hand on your chest. And suddenly the line between comfort and something else starts to blur. ﹡ ﹡ ﹡

Dallas and Zymir ain't know it yet, but they needed each other bad. Both of 'em was walkin around with holes in their chest, carryin stuff they ain't know how to put down. Different pain, same weight. They was still strangers to it, still movin like they was on their own. But sooner or later, they was gon' be what the other needed just to breathe again.

Everything was about to be different-but not the kind that breaks you. The kind you grow into. A good different.

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"Explain to me why this not right baby, please." "Nyzir I'm not suppose to feel this way about you."