Urban Short Story || Plus Size Fiction 18 + Moniqué Vancourt & Jericho Isley ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Two bestfriend in a room.. they might kiss.. Or maybe they won't.. but maybe they will..

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 wants out of the streets. landing a role in kentrell's viral music video changes everything-but stepping into his world of fame and danger might cost her more than she bargained for.

Polo G Fanfic | BDSM Urban 18+ Sean (22) & Sevyn (24) ••••••••••••••••••• But when it comes to you, you I think l'd lie for you I think I'd die for you Do things when you want me to Like controlla..

Jream "Tiny" Mallory is used to being overlooked. At 5'3" with a soft baby voice, small curves, and a heart too big for her own good, she's the sweet nurse everybody loves-but nobody really sees. She spends her nights patching up strangers, never expecting her life to change... until she saves Cassius "Cash" Vale, a cocky underground street boxer with a reputation for breaking jaws and never losing a fight. From the moment he lays eyes on her caramel skin and hears that shy baby voice scolding him, Cash is hooked. She's nothing like the women he's used to-soft, shy, and too good for his world. But Cash doesn't do goodbyes or missed chances. If he wants something, he takes it. And he wants Tiny-all of her. So when Jream tries to keep her distance, Cash makes the decision for her. One night, he snatches her, claiming she belongs to him. What starts as a dangerous game of obsession turns into something deeper as he slowly breaks through her insecurities with his daily compliments, endless worship of her tiny frame, and the kind of love she never thought she deserved. But loving a man like Cash comes with risks. His world is violent, and being his woman makes her a target. When an enemy uses her to get revenge, Cash will have to fight the biggest battle of his life-not just in the ring, but for the woman who stole his heart. A slow-burn hood romance full of cocky banter, obsessive love, and R&B vibes-perfect for fans of Jade Jones and Jahquel J.

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One night. One room. Everything changed.

Harlem nights never sleep-and neither do secrets. When Nevaeh Jordan walks into Rhodes Ink & Fade on a drunken whim, she doesn't expect the quiet, tattooed artist in the back to leave a permanent mark on more than just her skin. Malachi Rhodes is the kind of man who keeps his past buried beneath ink and silence... until her smile starts digging things up. She's the judge's daughter. He's the man that judge once sentenced. And neither of them knows the truth-yet. Some roads lead to healing. Other roads lead to her.

Xander King is the ultimate "holy" deception. As the son of the city's most famous Bishop, he's royalty in a three-piece suit. On Sunday mornings, he's the perfect heir to the pulpit. But when the sun goes down, the suit comes off, and the King of the streets comes out to play. Xander doesn't just run the city's underground-he owns it. He's got the money, the power, and a line of women who know better than to ask for his heart. Then there's Charity. She's the girl who just traded her old life for a Bible and a fresh start. She's trying to be "good," and when she looks at Xander, she sees a man who's just as lost as she used to be. She thinks she can save him. She thinks his cold stares are just a shield for a broken soul. But Xander isn't looking to be saved. He's fighting a war on every front: his father's impossible expectations, a past that won't stay buried, and the dangerous pull he feels toward a girl who's too pure for his world. When a body drops and a murder investigation hits too close to the church, the polished mask starts to slip. Charity is about to find out that the man she's falling for isn't a misunderstood saint-he's the devil in the front row. In this city, the only thing more dangerous than a sinner is someone Unholy.

Kesira Vaughn was never supposed to end up in Deyonna Carter's world. One mistake, one wrong place, one night she can't take back and suddenly she's no longer just a stranger. She's a captive in a life built on drugs, control, and survival. Deyonna didn't plan to keep her. Didn't plan to watch her. Definitely didn't plan to feel anything. But Kesira doesn't break the way she should. She talks back. She stands her ground. She looks Deyonna in the eyes like she isn't afraid of her even when she should be. What starts as control turns into obsession. What starts as fear turns into attachment. And what was supposed to be temporary starts feeling permanent. Two masc hearts collide in a world built on violence and survival where love isn't safe, and nothing about them is right. Because in their world... love doesn't heal you. It ruins you first.

Ameira was a girl who practically lived in her own world where everything was about her. She didn't boast about it though, she just knew that it was her world and everyone else was living in it. You couldn't necessarily blame her though. She was the baby of the family, always being pampered and spoiled, always getting everything she wanted and desired. Being raised from money made her understand that with a little bit of cash, everything can be handled. When she opened a little floral shop out of boredom, but then it began bringing in real money. Which led her to becoming a florist in Miami, thanks to her parents having money all she needed was a little input from her father and her business was top in Miami. That's where she came across Khiyan. Khiyan who wasn't raised from money, who was forced to raise his siblings and pave the way to get the money that he has now. He knew the dangers of the world, having to fight and even go as far as murder. When Khiyan was driving down just trying to get from one place to another. But then boom. His car jolted forward when another car hit the back of his. He automatically exited his vehicle ready to ruin someone else's day just as much as they ruined his. But when he came across the sweet florist? Oh he knew he had to get her. MY SWEET AMEIRA.