Sweet Melody
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Last published Sat, Nov 8, 2025
"You know you didn't have to do that right," I say walking to give him a hug
"Come live with me I'll keep you safe" he replies hugging me back kissing my forehead
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All the bad things {18+}
On his death bed my father had one wish, or two in my perspective. First that i try to live a peaceful life, one he couldn't ever dream of. Second to marry the son of his partner. As the first could only be achieved by the actualisation of the second. He wanted me to wash my hands clean of the mafia, he hadn't raised me to even pick a gun. He wanted a man who would protect me but would have me locked up behind him always. I hadn't even met my future husband but i walk down the aisle at the ripe age of twenty to be tied to a man i knew nothing of
❛𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒.❜
❛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
Loyal
"She don't want my money She don't want nobody She just wants loyalty She wants my loyalty. "Complete
𝒫𝒰𝐿𝒮𝐸 |𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐵𝓍𝐵 𝐵𝒶𝓈𝓀𝑒𝓉𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒|
"𝘼𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. 𝙇𝙚𝙢𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙨." 𝙄 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝. "𝙉𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙪𝙣." 𝙄 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝. "𝙉𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙪𝙣."𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙢 𝙞𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚. "𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙬 '𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙣' 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙞."
Mina nawe
Just ready babygal
IN THE NAME OF DESIRE: a prayer unfinished
His eyes grow heavy, and then, in a voice so low it barely exists, "I want you." I freeze. "Every bit of you. Naked and clothed. Vain and deep. Bratty and unsure. Every piece you have to offer." ----------- He told himself he shouldn't look at her. Shouldn't think about her. Shouldn't want her. But he did. An Egyptian man, raised among women who valued modesty, where faith was unshaken and restraint was second nature. But here, in Nigeria, at one of its most prestigious universities, his convictions wavered. Everything about this place was loud-the voices, the laughter, the confidence. But nothing unsettled him more than her. A Nigerian Woman. The way she dressed. The way she carried herself. The way she met his gaze without fear. He had been taught that women like her were reckless, unrestrained. He had been warned against their kind. Yet, why couldn't he look away? He needed focus. School. Graduation. Home. That was the plan. That was the only path. But distraction had a name. And she was a fire in his veins. Now, he had to choose-duty or desire. -----------------------Complete
Street Symphony (Part 1)
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