There's always a hand in the darkness, don't grab it.

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐍' 𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐂𝐀' 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀' 𝐅𝐀' 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" this is a LOVE story, cus ima lover girl!

Copyright. ©️ 2025 All Rights Reserved. She's always been theirs, Even when she didn't know it... They grew up together They protected her while she thought they were abusive.... She left them, They became RUTHLESS. Menace's to society.... Years later, she returns back home, Only to be reminded.... She always been THEIR POSSESSION. Written By: Nilda Jay Began on: 5/28/2025 Completed on: 11/22/2025

When a self-made beauty boss tries to leave her toxic past behind, she crosses paths with New York's most feared kingpin who's already decided she'll be his, whether she's ready or not.

Zurianne never imagined that saving her mother's life would cost her own freedom. Forced into an arranged marriage with Christopher Whyte the infamous Jamaican Don feared by many,she braces herself for a life of cold stares and ruthless commands. But when she meets him on their wedding day, he isn't the monster she expected. His eyes hold secrets, his touch isn't cruel, and for a moment, she wonders if the rumors were wrong. But Christopher is not a man to be deceived. Beneath his tailored suits and calm demeanor lies a heart as cold as steel. He knows exactly why Zurianne is here his wealth, his power, his connections. Love is out of the question, and trust? Impossible. She may wear his ring, but she'll never have his heart. In a world where loyalty is everything and betrayal is a death sentence, Zurianne must decide: play the game or risk losing everything, including the man she swore she would never love.

" i might buy you ice mama,"

"There's more to life then what they're showing you Dai, just get out and explore"

" That's not fair and you know it," He gritted, " You're not the only one who blames themselves for his death." " He's dead because of me, Exodus!" I yelled before I could even stop myself, " It should've been me laying in the fucking casket, not him! If he hadn't stepped in front of me he would still be here!" " And you think I could live with myself if that happened?! You think I could even stomach the fucking thought of seeing you in a coffin?!" He yells through the door, " I wouldn't fucking forgive myself if anything ever happened to you! Hell I spent all of my fucking teenage years trying to search for you and I was praying to God ever single fucking day that you were alive, Selah!" " That was your decision to look for me!" I argued back, " I never wanted to be found! I never asked you to show up and remind me that I still have so much fucking healing to do!" " And I never wanted you to leave!" Exodus hissed, yet I could hear the betrayal in his tone. __________ In which childhood friends Exodus Kane and Selah Claire reconnect after fourteen years of no contact since her brother's death. ( * LOTS OF SEX SCENES* )

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

"How are you supposed to keep your man with your hair in that mess, Tamia?" "And has your hair been looking like that all week?" She went on talking about my hair now, considering it was blown-out instead of well kept, hot combed and straightened the way that she liked. "No, mama." I dragged, annoyed completely now with all of my peace gone in this moment. "I just got out of the shower and I just finished washing and blow-drying my hair." "I'm going to hot comb it and then flat iron it when I'm finished doing my skincare." "Yasin's not going to be home until tomorrow probably anyway." I threw in there but of course she wouldn't chastise him about why and where.