"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."

"Hey umm Sincere? Thank you for.. you know helping me back there." She said looking at his hair she had a bad habit of staring at people hair since she's a hair stylist it's always been a habit of hers, but she really liked his it was different you don't see hair like his in Birmingham a lot... "I ain't do it for you I just ain't want y'all to beat the nigga up and start a brawl in here." He said looking at all her features but mugging her at the same time. He was mad as fuck and didn't know why. "Well never mind then nigga!" She spouted, finally looking at his face features. She turned around ready to walk away and he grabbed her arm. "You mad or some?" He asked looking confused. "Yea nigga you act like you don't know how to just say you welcome." She said mugging him and he laughed. "What's funny?" She asked, confused. "You.. Let me ask you some, you mad that I didn't say you welcome or because I said I ain't do it for you?" "Obviously because you ain't say you welcome instead of all that extra stuff this conversation could've been over with." Lyric spouted watching him lick his lips staring down at her. "Maybe I didn't want the conversation to be over fast." He teased. "Well, if you just wanted to talk to me, you could've just said that too" Lyric joked, and they both laughed. "You welcome pretty and I wanna talk to you is that cool with you?" He asked smirking. "Is that why you been staring at me all night?" Lyric accused and just when he was about to respond they heard gunshots. Sin grabbed Lyric and put her in a room told her to stay on the floor and ran back out taking his gun out of his Nike Tech pants. ~ Lyric is an introverted girl from Birmingham Alabama with a mental illness that prevents her from leaving her house. What happens when she meets Sincere a persistent hood dude from Florida who just wants to be whatever she needs him to be.

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, deeper into the woods away from my pack that was chasing me and into the neighboring pack, the Black Moon Pack territory. I ran until I fell into a clearing which turned out to be the front yard of the Black Moon pack Alpha house. I watched them get out their car and come out of the surrounding woods on guard and that was when I saw him. My mate. ---------------------------------- Lena is the Alphas daughter. She is also the pack runt. And when her parents died and her uncle combined his and her packs she starting getting abused because of her Uncle's pack law. The only ones who treat her with love is her friends and her cousins. And when she meets her mate, something happens that will change her entire world. ----------------------------------- Dylan is the Alphas son of the Black Moon pack and when a shifter collapses into his front yard and gets past the guards unseen he's pissed but when he feels that she's his mate he becomes curious and angry at the person who caused the scared look in her eyes and the bruises on her face.

ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴜʀʙᴀɴᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ!ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴜɴᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʟs sʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs . ʜᴇ's ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ, sʜᴇ's ʜɪs ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ . Excuse any mistakes!

"𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲. 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫."

" nothing lasts forever , but at least we got all these memories "

a young quiet girl moves with her father and her half siblings after her mother moves in with her boyfriend. Her two half sisters hate her but that doesn't stop them from taking young Grace on a whirl of adventure. it's summer. She meets a guys who's older and dangerous.

Salem had always been a bright light in a world that tried its best to dim her. She was a twenty-year-old woman with warm brown skin, a heart full of kindness, and hands that worked magic. Since she was eighteen, she had built a name for herself with her own nail business, a craft she poured her soul into. Her work wasn't just about making nails pretty-it was about making people feel beautiful, cared for, and heard. But behind her warm smile and soft voice was a childhood weighed down by hardship.

We friends in they eyes, but we f*ckin' in private