𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄.

"𝐈 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞."

Tyler "Tank" Carter, a 22 year old truck driver crosses paths with Kayla Knight, an 18 year old girl who running away home as he is enroute to drop off a load from Augusta, Georgia to Bangor, Maine.

...."thank you...can i keep the change please please please" "yes you can keep the change lea, i gotta go though. remember what i told you ight?" I shake my head and squeeze his hand one more time before I start to walk away. He pulls me back by my hand and grabs my chin, he kisses me on my forehead, and I roll my eyes, cheesing. "I love you" oh my gosh. Child-hood best friends, who could break that apart? UPDATED NOVEMBER RANKINGS #9 bwbm #2 teenlovers #8 2023 #6 sports #5 Texas #5 Romace #6 Atlanta UPDATED DECEMBER RANKINGS #1 teen #12 teenromance #9 childhoodsweethearts Started - January 18th 2024

What happens when 19 y/o Naomi's past catches up to her present? Will it make or break her? Inpressive Rankings #1 realisticfiction #1 hoodlove #1 yaromance #2 badboygoodgirl #3 drugs #4 urbanfiction #4 youngadult #5 trauma #5 Toxic #7 love #18 friendstolovers #81 lovestory

"ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀʙʏꜱɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴɪɢɢᴀ, ᴍᴀ." 17 ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ, ᴛᴀ'ʀʏᴀ ʜᴏʟᴅᴇɴ, ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀ ʙᴀʙʏꜱɪᴛᴛᴇʀ-- ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴍ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ 18, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛᴀ'ʀɪꜱʜᴀ ʜᴏʟᴅᴇɴ, ʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴘ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴡᴀɪɪ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴀ'ʀʏᴀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ʙᴀʙʏꜱɪᴛᴛᴇʀ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴀʙʏꜱɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴇᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀ ɢᴀɴɢʙᴀɴɢᴇʀ. ʜɪꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ᴅᴀʏᴠᴏɴ ʙᴇɴɴᴇᴛᴛ, 21. ᴛᴀ'ʀʏᴀ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴀʙʏꜱɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀʜᴏʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ.

A young mother rebuilds her life after heartbreak, only to fall for a quiet street dude who teaches her love all over again but they struggle to deal with the reality of his lifestyle. Started: 4/13/25 Second time writing this as it was deleted the first time.

The porch still remembers. The silence still hurts. And him? He ain't dead... but he might as well be.

a traphouse production #5 "Nothing in this world that I ever wanted more, nothing like them girls you ever loved before."

"What's Rae short for?" He continued before tossing his friend the keys to his car. When he unlocked it she noticed the matte black Trackhawk was in the same parking lot. "Wouldn't you like to know." She leaned against the door of her car realizing he wasn't ready to wrap up their conversation so quickly. He stood his ground with a smirk tucking both hands into his pockets. "I'm asking." He shrugged, playing off his curiosity. "What's Baby short for?" She returned the question hesitant to give him her name since she didn't know his. "Josiah." He didn't hesitate. The name fit him like a glove. "Raegan." She granted, through her doe eyes. ❃ She wasn't looking for love, neither was he, what they needed was healing, but love has a funny way of forcing itself into the mix. Both self-made and self-sustaining, these young entrepreneur's cursed themselves with tunnel vision for their futures. Raegan and Josiah were perfect strangers until they find their fates intertwined and their souls infatuated. From what was supposed to be a fun night on the town, into a whirlwind of lust, lies, and most importantly, love. Will they run from their undeniable chemistry or let love mend their wilting hearts? PLAYLIST LINK IN BIO!!!!