Urbanfiction Stories

Esme Presley always despised her clumsiness, it was inconvenient and an embarrassing trait to have as an adult. Little did she know her burden may have been a blessing in disguise... bwbm urbanromance agegap

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18 year old Seven is the pride of 12th Street. With a 4.0 GPA, a clean record, and a future that stretches far beyond the projects, she's the "good girl" everyone points to. She lives her life by the book, tucked safely behind the protection of her brother, Serge, and the iron gate of her porch. She's a goldfish in a shark tank, and she knows it. But the walls Serge built are starting to feel thin. Ghost is the first crack in her foundation. He's Serge's right hand, a man who has known Seven since she was in pigtails. He's respectful, steady, and moves through their house with a silent, predatory grace. He knows the "don't touch" policy better than anyone, but the way he watches her from the kitchen door tells a different story. He's the familiar danger, the one who's always there, whispering that he sees the woman she's becoming. Then there is Lucky. If Ghost is the fire, Lucky is the cold, dark eclipse. As the man who runs the neighborhood, he doesn't come inside, and he doesn't play by anyone's rules, not even Serge's. He doesn't talk much. He doesn't have to, his presence is a loud enough statement. Seven is caught in the crosshairs of two different kinds of power. One man is her brother's best friend who respects the house, the other is the street legend who intends to own it. On 12th Street, loyalty is everything... but some temptations are worth the war.

Nevaeh's life isn't easy and sometimes is full of hardship. From her nearly fatal attraction to the thugs of Baton Rouge, hard big girl lessons, and most notably the infamous Vitiligo that engulfs her mocha skin-she deals with a lot being only 21. She feels like she's the only "unique" one around BR with a story, but what happens when she meets someone who also shares the same condition? Will their common setback pave the road to a beautiful relationship or will it result in another hard lesson for Nevaeh herself? This is a southern black love story🤎🖤🤍❤️💚🖤

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𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝘼𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.

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Two childhood friends, separated by life, find their way back to each other years later. What's starts as something familiar quickly turns into something deeper-but growing up changes everything, and love isn't always easy the second time around.

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𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘒𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘵𝘶𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴-𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘵𝘶𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘒𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘯, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘒𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘯." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘵𝘶𝘮. "𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵, 𝘛𝘎." (𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸, 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗲😬)

"𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙗.."

"You know we ridin' forever."

NBA star Jalen Knox has it all-talent, fame, and a playboy reputation that won't quit. When bad press threatens his career, his agent turns to a risky fix: fake dating. Enter Renee Porter, a fresh PR rep just starting her dream job. Pretending to be the perfect couple was supposed to clean up his image, but soon staged dates, late-night texts, and stolen glances start to blur the line between business and real feelings. With paparazzi watching, messy exes resurfacing, and careers on the line, one question remains: can love survive when it starts with a lie?

He is the weight of metal, the trace of oil, and the time that demands patience. She is the vertigo of light, the gleam of glass, and the urgency of now. In the silence of a workshop forgotten by progress, two rhythms collide. He mends what the world casts aside; she seeks the angle the world longs to see. Between the shutter that clicks and the screen that accelerates, an interference is born - one that no algorithm could have foreseen. But the light that reveals is the same light that consumes. In a city that demands total exposure, what remains for those who choose the shadows? An elegy for that which cannot be edited. The final encounter between the grain that resists and the pixel that devours.

In a world where monsters don't hide in shadows but walk among humans Jamie Harrington never expected to become part of their game. What started as a simple job turns into something far more dangerous when she uncovers a truth no one was supposed to see: vampires are real... and they're not the only predators lurking in the dark. With her reckless best friend suddenly transformed into something inhuman, a powerful corporation hiding deadly secrets, and ancient forces beginning to stir, Jamie is dragged into a war she doesn't understand. Hunted for reasons unknown, her blood becomes the key to something far greater than she ever imagined. Trust is fragile. Allies have fangs. And survival comes at a cost. Because in this world not all monsters are the ones you fear.

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Sage Valentine Johnson grew up too fast. With a mother battling depression, she became the parent-raising her younger sisters, holding the house together, and surviving a life that never felt like hers. So the day before her 18th birthday... she left. Now 19, Sage has built a life around control. Clean. Structured. Safe. Then there's Samyra. Eighteen. Still in high school. Sweet, soft... and secretly wild. They live together. Sleep in the same bed. Move like a couple. But Sage has never called it that. What they have feels real... until it doesn't. Because while Sage is fighting to keep everything in order, Samyra is fighting battles she doesn't fully understand. Love starts to feel like pressure. Care starts to feel like control. And the line between comfort and fear begins to blur. They're trying to hold on to each other... without falling back into the versions of themselves they were trying to escape. But when the past starts showing up in the present- how long before love stops feeling safe... and starts to burn? 🔥

𝗦𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗶 𝗠𝘆𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗥𝗮𝘃𝘆𝗻 𝗧𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗿𝘆 𝗲𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗱. 𝗦𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱-𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗶? 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗲; 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿; 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴. ©𝗡𝗬𝗠𝗣𝗛𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗗𝗗 𝟬𝟯/𝟮𝟱/𝟮𝟲.

I'm not really good with descriptions yet, also this is my first book so bare with me