He slowly backs up until his back is against the wall like my own, "You're..my neighbor?" He points to my door and I nod my head quickly. He hums softly, "You been here a while?" He asks and I nod my head once again. He chuckles, "Ya head hurt?" I nod again but stop as he laughs softly, "I-I mean.. no.. it doesn't." My cheeks burn red as I look at my shoes, "I-It doesn't hurt.." I repeat like a dummy and listen to him clear his throat, "So do you actually live there or was it bull?" He nods to my door and I play with my fingers, "Yeah.. I do.." I feel his eyes watch me and I quickly stop. "You live with your boyfriend or do you like sweatshirts that reach your knees?" He teased, making a giggle slip past my lips. I look away to the floor again, "I-I like big shirts... a lot." I mumble softly and he nods his head, "Hol' up." He puts his box down before walking over to one of the grey bins. I nosily watch as he pulls out a big grey sweatshirt, "Here." He holds it out for me to take and I stare at him with wide eyes, "F-For me?" I hesitantly grab the soft fabric as he chuckles, "Nah for ya mom." I puff my cheeks a little and give him a small glare, "Hush." He leans back against the wall and shakes his head, "It's cold out. You should put it on." ____________________________ She was a shy girl from the city with no spine and a list of problems so long that it could touch the floor and roll off her shoes. Though troublesome, she never truly minded because despite her fears, she was a smart little thing and worked around it. But like many of us, it kept her trapped in a tight little box. The fear of pain, insecurities, and endless thoughts held her back from the life she dreamt of. Until she met him. He was everything she could pray for and more. Tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, and caring. Perhaps she could peek out her little box.. just this once? __________ PLEASE STOP COPY PASTING MY BOOK!!!! THEIF!!! #1 in Daddy (1/1/2021) #1 in Black Romance (5/15/21)

"𝘾'𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 "𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖"

noun: weakness. /ˈwēknəs/ -a person or thing that one is unable to resist or likes excessively.

𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙖? 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙢𝙢!! ━━ "Anyways y'all I'm bouta hop off cause I'm so mother fucking hungry that I would eat pork right now" I swiped off Instagram and turned off my phone. Mir moved to go lean on the counter and I fixed my position so I could see his face "I can ask you some?" Nodding my head I waited for him go say something "you love a nigga for real?" Shit do I lie? Pretend as if it's a joke and I'm playing? Laugh it off? Try act like I couldn't hear him? No hablo inglés? Or just keep smiling? Or tell the truth? I'm sure any will work. ━━ y'all the book is unedited!! ranks 🦋 #1 hoodlovestory #1 clingy #1 blackcouples #1 thuglife #1 smutmaybe #2 hoodlove #2 urbanstory #3 shortstory #3 crazylovestory #3 newyork #4 urbanfiction #4 thuglove #5 lovestory #5 urbanromance #6 possessive #8 hoodromance

Collection of Sugar Daddy/ Sugar Baby short stories (I might add more girls later) •Book One Serena• I've always been a good girl, I've always done the right thing. But one sad and depressing night my friend convinces me to join a Sugar Baby app... and I met Mr.Gallo. •Book Two Amora• I've always been pretty independent, helping my mother with my younger sister. But my mother disappeared and we can't find her. And now I'm lost, bills, and school became too hard... so I took on exotic dancing to make ends. But then I met Elio De Luca. •Book Three Esme• I've been living here in Nagoya Japan for a few years now. I'm a first grade teacher here, and I've never been happier. I came here for an escape from my family to really be free and on my own. I had been living a dream until I took a student home one night... and I caught the attention of his uncle, the Oyabun. •Book Four Dahlia• My name is Dahlia well if you're paying, I'm a escort and sometimes a girlfriend for hire. I've met and been with all kinds of men. From the crybabies, widows, degradation kinks, even one's with a fetish for black woman. Always rich and powerful men that want to feel weak. Most of my contracts never included sex but if they're cute enough I don't mind. But Siddh wasn't one of my contracts, because he was a man that didn't need one. •Book Five Naomi• The name's Naomi, just your average sub with no Dom because everyone thinks a lil slap on the ass makes them qualified. But I've been around the BDSM scene for a few years now. Falling for fake doms was something I learned not to do quickly. And at this last Munch party I met my ideal Dom... one with a pleasure kink. Things went smoothly during our first few plays but I'd never thought I would see him outside that setting. Especially not at work and not as my new boss... or at least I thought it was him?

Would you be there for me, if the whole world was against me ?

This is my imagines book, where I combine my old one with the new one, and take requests. Will include BWWM BWBM BWBW BWAM

*COMPLETED* CURRENTLY EDITING "I'll go to war with God behind you." Desmond King grew up a product of his environment. With street smarts and a little book smarts on his side, he found a way to survive and feed everyone around him. He's been able to keep his head down and stay out the way quietly building his empire, but once he has his first taste of Honey, he soon realizes his life will never be the same. Warning: This story does include mature content including adult scenes and situations. Please be advised.

Black imagines, the most vivid and imaginative mental scenes written. Explicit content

"Cain, if you can't leave the streets for me and our baby, then me and you, we're done." I pointed between the two of us as tears streamed down my face and he bit his lip, looking down at the floor before he looked back up into my eyes. "Aight." "Shit over then, babygirl."