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Typa
  • WpView
    Reads 97
  • WpVote
    Votes 11
  • WpPart
    Parts 4
  • WpHistory
    Time 19m
  • WpView
    Reads 97
  • WpVote
    Votes 11
  • WpPart
    Parts 4
  • WpHistory
    Time 19m
Ongoing, First published Sep 03, 2025
Mature
3 new parts
Adonis[21] and Naiari[19]

"This must be the nigga Glorilla was rapping her heart out about....."

After losing her brother and best friend, she navigates through life trying to find herself. Trying to love herself and trying to get used to life without him. After a long year, a part of him comes back. Maybe for good this time? Him. Tall, fine, and chocolate. Smile so bright that it reminded her of the sun. Skin so smooth. Yet, his mouth ruined that.


"Adonis fuck you!" 

Will they put their beef aside? Will they forget the past? 

"It was one time."

 A story of love and lust. Trust and pride. Hate but love. Love but hate.

"I ain't my brother's keeper......" Was a sentence I wish I never breathe. I should've kept him. Near and dear.

Based on the short story Brothers Keeper.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚍 ©️ 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚠. 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢! 𝙱𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚢𝙶𝚘𝚙2025   

"I see you staring at him.....he must be yo' typa nigga?"
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