Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

"Everybody had something to say about us. A senior and a scammer? They swore it wouldn't last. But we ain't built like them. We don't fold under pressure. We ride through the hate, through the chaose, through the 305 together."

After Anaya lost her boyfriend Jaylen in a drive by shoot out, she quickly shuts down from relationships. But what happens when she meets one of the biggest drug dealers in Atlanta and starts to be into him. Will she let her past reflect her future or will she decide to give him a chance?

a traphouse production #4 "Let love set you free, to fly your pretty wings."

-a traphouse production- my works #3 ...™️ "he got bands but i know he ain't me"

-a traphouse production- my works #2 may 2021™️ she ain't no lame hoe, i ain't no fuck nigga i'd be lying if I said I don't fuck with her she hold me down so I put up with her"

-a traphouse production- my works #1 february 2021™️ "that's why i wanna thank you and then give you the best of me ..i can't take back the past but i got the recipe. let's jump on a plane, see the world together..give you my last name, be my girl forever...."

a trap house production #6 "ain't no playin', this is us. boy, be gentle, ain't no rush 365, you're the only one I trust. no, I can't get enough"

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

Adonis Celts, the notorious monster who'd been rotting in prison for the past decade. Getting an interview with him just weeks before his release would be the story of a lifetime, and well worth the risk. With his hands cuffed and guards right outside the door, nothing could go wrong. Right? • • • "I've already explained I'm not afraid of you Mr. Celts. But it seems like you want me to be?" I retort. He leans forward in the chair, his face just a foot or two away from mine. The light flickers above us and it seems like a sign for me to shut the hell up. "Mmhm right. Well, maybe you have more nerve than sense then hm? Or you just don't scare as easily as the others." His jaw ticks slightly "But I can think of far better ways to get your heart racing. So no honey, fear is the last thing I want from a woman like you."