"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪" 18 year old Nyela grabs the attention of a fuck boy, street nigga named Kadrell. What lengths will they go to have one another? Can bad habits be tamed? Or can good habits be RETRAINED. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨: •𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨 •𝘽𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 •𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙨 •𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 •𝙑𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 #1 in love #2 in trenches #3 in urbanfiction #6 in lifeordeath

"This lil (thug) light of mine"😁 26 yo Nayana Bentley didn't have time to settle down..well anymore, she had a few relationships and her most recent one ended because the man couldn't keep up with her busy schedule. She took it as a sign,she was a very successful wedding planner while also a CFO for her sisters wedding dress shop and they've been in business together for almost 10 years starting out very young thanks to the inspiration of their party planner mother and dress making grandmas on both sides of the family 21 year old De'Angelo Freeman was somebody that everybody in his state knew,Thug was a given name thanks to his street rep and not only was he street smart but book smart a well, women usually couldn't wait to get in bed with him then go brag about it which he brushed off. His family frequently begged him to stop his antics and finally settled down,his parents and siblings especially were tired of him bringing home different women most of which were disrespectful The begging only got worse when Angelo became a groomsmen in his cousins wedding,all day they kept on saying 'see how nice this is' or 'this could be you one day' but he wasn't paying no mind to them what he was paying attention to was the gorgeous wedding planner who he thought he'd get no problem 🤗

"I told you about looking down when you being talked to mama." Kaiser spoke more softly than before. In the small time he been around Serenity, he noticed how shy she was. She was so avoidant but alluring. He was interested in her. Seeing how well she was with the kids was just a plus. "Why?" She sighed in frustration before signing. She knew if she started talking she would make a fool of herself. "Why what?" He signed back. "Why do you care? You don't know me." "Not everyone has it out for you. I just wanna know you," Kaiser frowned. He didn't understand why she was so isolated but he wanted to know. She was worth knowing.

Kofi and Niyla meet and sparks fly instantly. He's never experienced real love and she has more than she knows what to do with. He's her dream man and she's his breath of fresh air. Follow the couple as they navigate through this new found love that knows no bounds. *Disclaimer: This is an insta-love. Do what you want with that information.

Jeremiah Smith fan fiction

Rumi "Rue" Monroe was a girl who grew up too quick and too soon. When her parents died, all she had left was herself, her overworked aunt, and bills they could never quite outrun. Fresh out of a relationship after catching her man in bed with another woman, Rue is exhausted working herself to the bone, drowning in responsibilities, and done with men altogether. She keeps her head down, minding her business, praying life gives her something better than struggle and disappointment. She isn't looking for love, danger, or anything that can break her again. Until she meets him. Nazir "Naz" Creed is the coldest man in the city a quiet storm with a reputation that speaks louder than he ever needs to. Running the streets with his brothers built him an empire people fear and respect in equal measure. Naz moves with precision, loyalty, and violence when necessary, and he's never cared about much outside money, power, and keeping his circle alive. But then he sees Rue. What starts as a chance encounter turns into a collision neither of them can walk away from. Rue's sweetness clashes with Naz's darkness, her broken hope meets his guarded heart, and suddenly the city's coldest man finds himself warming to the one girl who wasn't looking for him in the first place. And the streets? The streets don't like when the wrong people start caring about each other.

It shouldn't matter about how much money you have or how you look. Money and materialistic doesn't matter in 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 if loyalty and caring is absent. 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 doesn't care how much money you have. You can't buy 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 .

Who knew one interaction could change everything.

"You just don't look....safe." Essence said while sipping her drink. "Naw, I only ain't safe for the niggas that hate me." "But for you, I'll be real cautious..."

"That I fumbled your heart Should've let go of my past for you, damn You did everything I asked of you Traveled cross country if I asked you to But I'm just bad for you I fumbled your heart"