Historias de Blackromance

I would tell you that I love you tonight But I know that I've got time on my side Where you goin'? Why you leavin' so soon? Is there somewhere else that's better for you? What is love if you're not here with me? What is love if it's not guaranteed? What is love if it just ups and leaves? What is love if you're not here no more? What is love if you're not really sure? What is love? What is love? 2 in 1 Book💋

He didn't ask for her heart. He studied it... then took it like it already belonged to him😈😈.... Ziya Foyce doesn't chase men. She paints, she hides, and she protects her peace like it's sacred. In a town full of loud cousins, nosy neighbors, and old drama that refuses to die, she minds her business and lets the world spin without her. Then Nahlej Cordeaux steps in. He isn't ordinary. He's pressure in human form-a hood philosopher with a past carved into his skin and a stare that makes you forget every promise you made to yourself. From the moment he sees Ziya, it's done. He doesn't flirt; he studies. He circles. He claims. And once he locks in, he doesn't let go. Ziya promised herself she'd never fall for a man who could break her. Nahlej promised that if he touched her once, she'd never leave. What starts as a glance turns into a pull she can't shake. Between sharp-tongued best friends, family chaos, and chemistry that refuses to quiet down, their story unfolds reckless, obsessive, and addictive. He isn't the villain. He's just unhinged enough to make love feel dangerous in all the right ways. This isn't a fairytale. It's grown, messy, Southern hood love. The kind that lingers. The kind that claims. The kind you don't forget. 🔥 Only If You Stay is a Southern Black romance about a love that doesn't ask-it takes and restores.

She saved his life once. He might save her heart next. When a nurse with tired eyes and a man learning how to breathe again after surviving the kind of street truth that almost silenced him forever. Their reunion is unexpected, their connection undeniable. In a world that moves fast and bruises easy, love shows up slow... quiet... determined.

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, "𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, "𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘯' 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥?"

A collection of stories about black women and girls living their lives. Including stories of love, heart break, depression, fantasy, and pure joy. Please note that most of these stories are first drafts and will likely be updated as I work on them. This also means that updates will be sporadic but I am planning on there being at least 50 stories. Also while these stories will have instances of racism this is not a collection about racism and should not be looked at as such. These stories are often based on my experiences and unfortunately racism is a part of my daily life.

best friendz + christian romance story ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+

Mymy grew up in the church but was always deemed reckless. She did what she wanted, no one could control her, especially her parents. Trouble seemed to find her and she continued to lose herself as she got older. When Thea and her crossed paths she looked at her as a lifeline. She clung onto her like an anchor, and depended on her for happiness. Thea lost touch with God completely in middle school. When her grandmother passed away she no longer trusted him and resented him for taking her away. She tried to keep her spark but everything was a facade. While feeling empty inside, she'd long for a sense of the nurturing love she had lost. Meeting Mymy was her escape, but some things aren't meant for you to run from. ; Hurt people hurt people & those people are left to decide if the other is worth the pain A story of an unhealthy infatuation between two girls transitioning into adulthood.

in which she's a weirdo. and he adores that.

It's been three years since Roman and Zara left Elena. They're living a quiet life, married with two children - a toddler and a newborn - and Zara is adjusting to life as a wife and mother. But the peace doesn't last long.

Ziya leaned against the wall, arms crossed, one sneaker pressed flat behind her. She didn't say anything at first. Ray stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets, hoodie half-zipped. He wasn't smiling; not the playful one he always wore. Not now. "Say what you came to say," Ziya said finally, her voice level. Ray tilted his head, eyes never leaving hers. "You ever get tired of pretending you don't want me?" Her breath caught - not enough to show, but enough for her to feel it. Ziya pushed off the wall, pacing a few steps to help her stay calm. "You ever get tired of assuming you know everything?" she shot back. Ray didn't flinch. He followed her slow path with his eyes, steady and unbothered. "I don't know everything," he said, voice lower now. "But I know you don't look at me like someone you don't want." Ziya stopped walking. She faced him, chin lifted, lips tight like she was about to deny it, like she wanted to. But she didn't. Instead, she said, quietly, "Wanting you and trusting you are two different things." Ray stepped closer, not all the way, just enough for his voice to drop into the space between them. "Then let me earn the second," he said. "But stop lying about the first." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When a chance encounter turns into a slow, steady pursuit, Ziya finds herself caught in a game she never agreed to play. And Ray? He's not giving up, not when he sees the fight behind her silence, the fire in her guard. But love doesn't follow the rules. And the lines they swore not to cross? It's not just close. They're out of bounds.

A slow-burn dark romance. Where love is messy. Obsession is quiet. And no one is truly innocent. Julius Black doesn't believe in fairy tales. Raised in shadows, bound by secrets, he's just trying to survive the weight of a broken home and the ghosts of choices made too young. But when quiet affection turns to fixation, and loyalty starts to taste like desire, lines blur-and hearts bruise. Carly is his calm. Violet, his storm. Arne, his mirror. And in a world where love comes dressed as comfort or control... Someone is always watching. Someone is always wanting more. Three paths. Two hearts. One boy who might break them all. Perfect for fans of character-driven slow burns, quiet madness, emotional tension, and the kind of romance that doesn't ask permission. Welcome to Season One: Bound.

Kimora Leslie, a huge daddy's girl and a tuck in a relationship with her fiancé who she once loved. It seems that the two are growing apart especially when Kimora runs into rude, fine ass Savage. Will these two find there way together? Or will Kimora choose her relationship over true happiness? Bryson "Savage" Cooley, been through pain and pain. Losing both his brothers and his father has his guard up with anybody who comes into his life. He made a big move to a new city trying to get a bag. He was only focused on the money until he ran into the beautiful, spoiled, and TAKEN Kimora. One thing about Savage, he always gets what he wants. He'll do anything to have Kimora on his side, but will the streets take him over before he can? ------------------------------ Hey Readers! First, thanks so much for reading! Leave feedback. There is probably quite a few of grammatical errors. I hope you love these characters just as much as I do. This is the first book I am sharing EVER! I have more stories to share stay tuned ❤️

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑛𝑎𝑚 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑝𝑒.

Siri, play You Da One by Rihanna... Something about him feels like a warning- and a promise.

Sequel to EASTON. [Go read, if you haven't already] Much love 💓

Their futures don't match. Their touch breaks time. Their love might end the world.

Follow Nicole on her journey to finding love and healing. She has been hurt and embarrassed by people she cared about. I knew it was her from the moment she walked into the kitchen. I knew it was her from the way he looked at her I'm done. "I'm done trying. I'm done trying to make you hear me, I'm done trying to make you tell me the truth, I'm done crying over you because you don't deserve it. You're not worth my tears. I don't deserve any of this."

Tabitha and Ernest used to be inseparable. After nearly six long years they are reunited once again, four weeks before Tabitha's upcoming nuptials to another.

Honestly, I'm surprising myself by making this but this is a respresentstion of my creativity. I want to make something non- cliché and write about something that others don't . I want to the best and in my opinion I'm not the best writer and I have lots of ambitions but no motivation so I'll try to not procrastinate and do my best on writing. I am in high school still so be respectful and i'll write when i have free time i promise. Honestly I won't reread or edit so if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes ignore it. sincerely, miss author girl Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity -Khalil Gibran

Good girls still exist, the one's who men fantasize about are out here, the one's that don't leave you insecure, yeah those exist and I don't know why but I meet them, hurt them and have another, and another and another. It's like a cycle but I fail every time I try to do it right. Maybe I should accept that I am toxic or that I have anger issues sometimes. But I either punish the anger out of my body by working out or by chilling with a female, damn. How do you describe love?