Urbanfic Stories

Karma is a bitch

Sweet but a psycho

Brooklyn doesn't forgive mistakes. At twenty-one, Cherish Honor is doing everything she can to hold what's left of her family together-working doubles, dancing nights, and carrying the weight her mother left behind after dying from a bullet meant for someone else. All she has now is her seventeen-year old little brother. And Xavion sees it. He sees the bills she hides. The exhaustion she won't admit. The way survival keeps asking more from her than she has to give. So when the streets start calling? He picks up. Around the same time, someone new enters Cherish's life. For the first time in a long time, she lets herself want something more. Something softer. Safer. But the deeper Xavion gets, the harder it is to keep their worlds apart. As love, loyalty, and survival begin to collide, Xavion is forced to decide what kind of man he's going to be-before the streets decide for him. In Brooklyn... every choice costs. A blend of urban fiction, romance, mature themes, and mosaic narration

This book is about Ayisha, who is a high schoo; who has a fallout with her only friend group since middle school while struggling with a drunk, abusive father, rumours, addiction, depression and more and becomes a stripper to pay for college (TEASTER) I leave the room and the curtain swings shut behind me, heavy with perfume and sweat. The hallway feels colder now, or maybe that's just me cooling off. I head straight to the bathroom - need a minute, need air. The mirror's cracked, the light's buzzing overhead like it's mocking me. My reflection looks tired, fake, like a version of me I never meant to become. I dab at my lip gloss with a napkin that smells like cheap soap. You're fine, Ayisha. Just breathe. But then - that thought creeps in. Them. Luna and Britney. My girls. The trio. The ones everyone wished they could sit with, laugh with, be with. We were unstoppable - matching nails, slow-mo videos, late-night FaceTimes, crying over dumb drama that didn't even matter. And then Britney's boyfriend had to open his mouth. One lie - "Ayisha was flirting with me." That's all it took. Britney believed him. Of course she did - Miss perfect hair, perfect house, perfect little world. She always had to be the one in control. And Luna? She just nodded along, her pink gloss catching the light like she understood anything that was happening. Didn't even look at him that way. I can still see Britney's face when she said, "I can't trust you." Like I was something disgusting. Like, I ruined her image. My chest tightens. Breath goes thin. The bass outside turns into a pulse that's pounding through my ribs. My vision starts to fuzz around the edges.