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

'Shawty I fuck with you, but it's going down in the city

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

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

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

Sometimes life gets weird. You lose hope, then you'll fall down, but then you'll get back up again. Sage did. So hang in there; it gets better, with time. A short story.

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."

FORBIDDEN LOVE

"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.