Just a girl NOT trying to find love. "Oh wow." Patrick and Dontay said at the same time, getting up walking into the kitchen. Kelsey soon followed with big eyes and a smile, while Zakai watched Amiri's facial expressions morph. He slowly slid close to Amiri behind Zakori's back, catching about five seconds of Zakori laying on her side thrashing a small purple dildo, covered in cum, into her greedy pussy. He also saw the black rose toy she had pressed against her clit. She was oiled to perfection but what took the cake was the glimpse of the green plug she had inserted in her butt. The timer set on Kelsey's phone went off making Zakori quickly jack her phone from Amiri. She then realized Zakai had also saw something because he was now behind her instead of on side of her. They both looked at her shocked. "Oh you be tearing that lil muhfucka up, huh?" Zakai said with dazed eyes, head tilted. She quickly grabbed his lips and pinched them together. "Speak nothing of this." She said looking between the two, embarrassed.

"You're sick. You need help!" I tilt my head, smiling while she panics over the blood on her hands. "I don't need help." A soft, manic laugh slips out. "I need you." She tells me to stay still. "If I die," I murmur, watching her eyes fill with fear, "it's on you, princess. So don't let me die." I smile wider. "Talk to me."

Recurrence Spin-off! Lyric vs. The World Battling feeling left behind after her two best friends leave for college and the real world, what's her next move? Struggling to stay off the streets and getting caught up in girls, who's gonna be that voice of reason for her? The one ride or die she had all along. • • • • • A Black Queer/Lesbian Story

"𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘, 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄? 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄." Dejah Champagne has always believed sweetness solves everything until the Santiago name walks through the doors of her bakery. Tony Santiago isn't just any customer. He's a mechanic with oil on his hands, a kingpin with weight on his shoulders, and the last man she should ever let close. Their families' blood runs thick with betrayal, and everyone in their world knows the two names don't mix. But Tony keeps coming back. For cupcakes, for chai... for her. His quiet persistence chips away at Dejah's resolve until one yes changes everything. What begins as a dangerous flirtation soon unravels into something deeper, something Dejah never thought she could feel. Yet love is never simple when loyalty is a battlefield. When Dejah's family discovers the truth and Tony's fear of commitment collides with the weight of his empire, they'll both have to decide: is their bond strong enough to survive the sins of their families, or will history tear them apart for good? Sweet meets street, sugar meets steel, and nothing will ever taste the same.

Just random little stories that pop up in my big ass head😵‍💫. Hope you enjoy em bookie💕

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 ❦ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 The Velvet Room; one of New York's largest underground clubs where women are forbidden fruit. No touch, just stare has a whole different meaning. Reyna Lovelace is the brand new toy at the club. All mens attention is on her, especially the club owners; The Axton brothers. But what she doesn't know, is becoming theirs is more traumatizing than she realizes. - Preview - The soft touch of a hand grazing my arm was enough to make me jump and my heart pump a little harder. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself in this situation, sandwiched between the two men and feeling as if there was no escape. But maybe I didn't want to, maybe I didn't want to escape. I don't know, my head was spinning. Vincent clicked his tongue, tapping under my chin to turn my head up and grazing his hand along my neck. He could see I was nervous at each coming touch, they both could. Lucas set a tender kiss on my shoulder and up to my neck while his hands trailed slowly down my waist. "This-This isn't right I-I," My lips sealed at the feeling of two sets of lips on each side of my throat. Vincent was near my jaw on my left, Lucas still working his way up the crease of my throat on my right. "What's not right about it baby, hm?" Lucas whispered. I wanted to say something, object and give him a list of reasons but when I thought about it, why was it wrong? My head lolled back against Lucas' shoulder as he lifted my skirt above my hips, and hummed at the feeling of my bare skin, with no panties hugging my hips. ___________ #1 exotic #7 trauma #1 bdsmrelationship #4 billionaire #7 stripper #3 polyamory #2 stripper #1 stripper

Halo Watters didn't know anything about the streets. He knew the stories people told in church. The prayer requests whispered after service. The names mentioned when someone asked the congregation to pray for a family that lost a son. But Halo had never stood in a room where guns were part of a conversation. Never watched men settle problems with fear instead of words. His world had always been built around faith, patience, and the belief that people could change if they wanted to. He believed in forgiveness. In grace...In second chances. Princess Midnight didn't know anything about that world. Not the way Halo did. Church to her was something people went to when they wanted to feel better about things they had already decided to do. Faith sounded nice in theory, but in the world she grew up in, survival mattered more than sermons. Kingston Midnight didn't raise her to believe someone else would save her. He raised her to protect herself. To control situations before they got out of hand. To make decisions quickly. To never show hesitation in a room full of men waiting for a sign of weakness. Halo believed people deserved mercy. Princess believed mercy could get you killed.

What's more thrilling than the eldest son of a notorious gang leader in the city, falling in love with the youngest daughter of an influential politician in the city? ~•~•~• Blessing Lancaster, the youngest and favourite child of a very famous politician in Dallas.She always has an image to maintain,grades to keep,rules to obey, and a schedule to follow. That's until her brother goes missing, and she has one person to blame for it,her brother's ex-bestfriend. Rexley Cancio, the eldest son of a notorious gang boss in Dallas.He's smart,cocky, and a whole pocket full of sunshine with the perfect recipe of reckless Now, all she wants is to find her missing brother by any means necessary.I bet she didn't except finding herself in a tight spot of wanting help from the same man she blames and resents. Everything is black and white at the start, and in between lines begin to blur,her guard loosens, and emotions get in the way, and they find themselves tangled in something worse than they anticipated.

Rowan fights in illegal boxing rings just to survive, scraping by under the thumb of a brutal ring leader. When Valene Harth, a ruthless gang leader, notices her, everything changes.

Simone Hayes was raised on legacy, reputation, and control. Maya Johnson was raised on survival. When a contract marriage forces their worlds together, sparks fly instantly and not the good kind. Simone is everything Maya despises about the rich. Maya is everything Simone was taught to stay away from. But pretending to be married starts to blur the lines. Between fake dates, heated arguments, and moments that feel a little too real, the tension between them grows harder to ignore. Because sometimes the person you can't stand... is the one you might fall for. Two strangers. One contract. One marriage. How hard could it be?