Bmbm Stories

"We can have our differences. We can argue, debate, scream, yell, or cry. However, at least we are talking. If we are talking, we will figure it out. Because I like you, Wicked. I like you so much that I can overcome anything with you. I want to become yours. I want to call you my soul."

"I know you see me the way I see you"

Amari has never had a problem keeping his distance. From people. From feelings. From anything that might get too close. But Nasir makes that impossible. He's in his space, in his house, in his head-slowly breaking down walls Amari spent years building. And no matter how much Amari pushes him away... Nasir doesn't seem like he's going anywhere. this book will have smut later on.

/ˌserənˈdipədē/ (n.) To find something good without looking for it "they annoying," I said quietly. He leaned on the counter beside me, close enough I could feel his shoulder. "yeah," he murmured, eyes soft. "but I'm only here for you anyway." ⚠️CHAPTERS ARE BEING EDITED⚠️

❝𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞.. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ 𝐀 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐲.. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.. 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐬, 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧." 𝐈 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤. 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. . . . Z'airee was a caretaker at a old people's home and he took care of many patients. The only thing was that it happened to be one of the few nursing in homes in NYC. So many patients wounded up from the hood where many of the patients were from different gangs. Z'airee wasn't supposed to have favorites but he always had this particular one.. Mr. Sinaloa. Heaven was a drug dealer who visited his grandpa, Tyreek Sinaloa everyday. His grandpa was everything that his parents wasn't to him. The trenches of New York was where he came from. All his mom cared about was drugs and his dad walked out on him. He grew up running the streets because his mom was too high one everything to care, with men coming in and out they house. He never had that support system so he was wit older kids for as long as he could remember. So as soon as his grandpa got custody he was good but he always knew he wanted to move out as soon as possible..Or so he thought. EXT

Contrary to her name, Joy is not exactly a... joyful person to be around. She's entitled, self absorbed, and a bit of a narcissist. Plunged into a world she could never have thought of, she faces a battle between reality and her heart. Abandoned by her mother at a young age, she cannot seem to trust anyone, until Jude, who confirms her belief that, indeed, no one can be trusted. However, she can try to love and be happy without that condition because she can feel it too, she can feel their connection.

Kairo already got enough problems without Saint suddenly becoming one of them. Between his overthinking mind, family issues, and trying to survive another summer in a crowded apartment with his aunt and cousin, the last thing he needs is Reem constantly bringing Saint around. Calm, observant, and impossible to read, the underground rapper has a habit of getting under Kairo's skin without even trying. And the more time they spend around eachother, the harder it becomes for Kairo to ignore the tension building between them- no matter how much he tries to act like it doesn't exist. this book will contain smut later on.

Johannesburg's social scene is as complex as it is dangerous, and nowhere is this more evident than the Northern suburbs of the city. Follow the adventures of KB and his friends as they make the daring ascent up the social ranks of a city where nothing is off limits.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬- 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬- &𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞

Kai refuses to let him disappear. He finds him, sits beside him, and says: "You don't scare me. You just... act like you don't deserve good things."

Vowed to always be faithful to each other, will the two spiritually joined soul ties stay true to what they vowed on? """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""