𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯 cau·​tion | \ ˈkȯ-shən \ 1. alertness and prudence in a hazardous situation; care; wariness: 2. a warning against danger or evil; anything serving as a warning: 𝐓𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐩 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞?

"Said I gotta keep my head above water I been goin' hard gotta go a lil harder I been thinking smart gotta think a lil smarter All I know is hustle, get that shit regardless Said I gotta keep my head above water Catch me in the kitchen I be whippin' with the water Family over niggas, blood thicker than water All I know is hustle, get that shit regardless" Word on the street is that there is a female from Lakeside gunning niggas down. 21 years old "Kacey Mac" was born and raised in the Raq as an only child. Nobody knows her real name and she intended to keep it that way. Trust ain't in her vocabulary, all she got is herself in this fucked up society. She seen it all from babies getting killed to homicides taking place even watched both of her parents get popped right in front of her when she was only 6. Not only did she lose her parents that day but she believed her innocence died along with them. She has faced many obstacles in life which formed her into being the egocentric bitch she is today. She slowly became a product of what made her. She believed there was no going back, only thing on her mind was chasing that bread and she would never let anybody get in the way of that. She was determined to get it by any means even if she had to keep adding bodies to her list to make it known that she was not one to be fucked with. She just didn't give a fuck. All she knew was "Hustle" so she was gone stick by that and get what she wanted regardless of the outcomes.

One shots and short stories about the glorious Erik Killmonger. All hail King Killmonger! Note: All love interests in these fics are blackity black BLACK.

𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 : the state or conditon of lacking strength " 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 "

Zophisa (zo-fee-suh) Johnson, a fearless 22-year-old who's been in the game her whole life. She was raised by the streets and determined to do anything possible to get to the top. Even if that meant moving to the other side of the world to protect her gang. - Luka Ricca, a dominating 26-year-old mafia leader who was just trying to help out an old friend of his father. Little does he know, he's going to get a lot more than he bargained for when he meets the leader of a local New York gang. What will happen when two natural born killers have to marry each other for the sake of their gangs?

A collection of short stories to end the night, or perhaps start your morning, which ever you prefer. --- "Drink," he demanded. He started to pour liquor in my mouth before I could respond. "Wait!" I protested. Alcohol was all over my lips and chin and was trailing down my neck to my breasts. He quickly sucked it off my neck and licked the top of my breasts in plain sight. "What are you doing Jason?" I was angry and turned on at the same time. "You got one more time to call me by another nigga's name. You understand me?" I nodded my head and squirmed a little, nervous, but also realizing how wet I was.

Driven to behave irrationally due to anger, distress, or excitement.

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲

December, 1993 "Ma... I don't know what to do. He wants nothing to do with me. He just kept saying she's not his" A teary eyed 18 year old Anna, sobbed in her mothers arms. "I'm eighteen.. ma I'm not ready.." She spoke as her mind raced, recalling how she got to this point. All it took was one summer full of what seemed like two Harlem teenagers falling in love for a young Anna, fresh out of high school, to find herself sitting in a doctors office receiving what one may think was wonderful news. It's a girl. "Anna look at me, you gone get through this. We gone get through this." Her mom spoke trying to reassure her daughter that this wasn't the end of the road. "Just have Faith Anna, you gone be alright baby." She cooed while rubbing her sobbing teenage daughters back. May, 1994 "Ok Anna, i need you too push" Anna pushed desperately for her daughter to arrive. "One more baby one more, almost there" With tears falling from the brim of her tightly shut eyes she gave the last push everything in her, squeezing her mothers hand hard as she could. Attempting to keep her eyes open she could see the nurses and doctors in the room frantically looking around. "What happened mommy, what's going on.. where is she? Where's my baby" Anna cried, reaching out her arms in desperate need to hold her child. She never heard the sound of crying. "Shhh, hold on mommy will find out okay. Just have faith" Her mom said as she moved towards the doctors. After what seemed like ages, she could hear the faint cries from a baby. Her baby. Her mother kissed her head as she sobbed. She did it. She managed to bring a healthy baby girl into the world. As the nurse passed her the child, she stared down. It had seemed the whole world stopped. A beautiful baby girl. "Do you have a name" the nurse asked. Anna looked down as she recalled all the times her mom told her during these long 9 months "just have faith", she smiled. "Faith"