Urbanbxb Stories

"Some looks say more than words ever could."

/ˌserənˈdipədē/ (n.) To find something good without looking for it "they annoying," I said quietly. He leaned on the counter beside me, close enough I could feel his shoulder. "yeah," he murmured, eyes soft. "but I'm only here for you anyway."

Below the Surface is a story about obsession, jealousy, and the quiet damage people carry-where love is complicated, cruelty is calculated, and nothing is ever as simple as it looks.

Liora (Lee-or-uh ) -My light

Ashton is transgender and was originally a female. He's still self conscious about his scars but he deals with it in his own ways. You'll find out how. The problem is that even after his whole transition he can still get pregnant and he knows that. Ashton is a hood rat. No beating around the bush. He kill smoke and drink. But during the day that nigga sweet as can be. He even work at a damn coffeeshop. How does the story end? Shit, I don't even know. Guess we'll learn on the way.

Animo Bloom - To bloom from within I see you I will always see you even in the darkest places , you are my light that helps me see.

Kai refuses to let him disappear. He finds him, sits beside him, and says: "You don't scare me. You just... act like you don't deserve good things."

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

Jordan gets arrested for the first time and only gets scentenced eighteen months. He doesn't think it'll be such a big deal since guys he knew did years for stuff they didn't even do, that is until he meets Anthony and learns his Release date being so soon isn't always good.