Swv Stories

This story is about how a girls group called Swv(a real girls group)has to go throughobstacles and backstabbers but not just with other people also with in the group (warning this story is mostly fiction ⚠️!!!)

50 different girls,50 different stories to tell, 50 different feelings of pain , 50 different feelings of laughter ,50 different tears , 50 different smiles,50 different chapters. [Preview]

11 young women and 11 young men participate in a game in which they must live together in a specific space for a few days. The goal of the game: to come out a winner. Simple right ?! However, when reality will take over, will the game always stay that simple? Drama, friendship, betrayal, love, strategy: this is BBS 90's.

In rewriting!⚠️ Follow the story of 3 young women who made up the MAKEN'Z group in the early 90s ! Enter in their biopic: \\/ MAKEN'Z : THE HIDDEN FACE \// Cover by me Ideas by me Sorry for mistake 🥴 (90% of new characters entering the story are real ! If you are really a 90s passion you know it 😏 And some events that happened in this story happened in real life ! I will specify it in the end of each chapter Thank you for watching !

Imagines about the sandlot boys 😎

this is just a bunch of music that i listen to it ranges from soul,r&b,hip-hop etc

'So the family stick together and we never betray.'

Taj was only sixteen, but she carried herself like someone who'd already lived a lot of life. The Bronx shaped her-row houses, corner stores, music spilling from open windows-but the church was where she felt safest. Her dad's choir was more than a place to sing; it was where her heart learned discipline, where her voice learned control, and where her soul learned how to feel music instead of just perform it. Coko and Lee Lee weren't just friends, they were family. Every Sunday they showed up early, robes a little too big, whispering and laughing until Taj's dad gave them that look from the choir stand. When they sang together, people in the pews would turn their heads. There was something special about the way their voices blended, like they were meant to find each other. Even back then, folks would say, "Those three girls? Yeah... they got something." After school, they'd cut through familiar blocks, bookbags slung low, dreaming out loud. Sometimes they'd head to Lee Lee's house, spreading notebooks across the floor, writing lyrics, practicing runs, pretending hairbrushes were microphones. Other days they'd just sit on the stoop, watching the city move, promising each other they'd make it out together. No matter what, they had a pact-no jealousy, no leaving anyone behind. Taj was the glue. When Coko got hot-headed or Lee Lee got quiet, Taj knew how to balance them out. She listened more than she talked, storing away everything she felt, turning it into music later. She didn't know it yet, but all those moments-late-night talks, choir rehearsals, Bronx streets humming with rhythm-were shaping the woman she was becoming.

Read it bitch you'll enjoy ☺️