𝙊𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨
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saditified
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- Parts 46
She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses.
He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him.
She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower.
Passionate.
SADITIFIED.
piimpdaddykiraa
- Reads 1,814,469
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- Parts 56
"You helped me 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄" | 𝖯𝗂𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒𝗄𝗂𝗋𝖺𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 2020-
mrsxhoo
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- Parts 73
"𝗔𝗶𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 , 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿." 𝗦𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟬.
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yourstrulyraeee
- Reads 5,280,637
- Votes 189,109
- Parts 43
𝙏𝙞𝙡 3005, 𝙄 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙪𝙥.....
saditified
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- Parts 73
" 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐧' 𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭."
prettygayblack
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- Parts 22
This is a black fem reader story ✞
Boondocks story ☠︎︎
Slow updates ×͜× !
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theyenvyc
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- Parts 49
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.
freepoohshiesty
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- Parts 32
𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭?
𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤
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𝐃𝐞𝐜 𝟐𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐-𝐀𝐩𝐫 𝟏𝟏𝐭𝐡 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑
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tycheaaa
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- Parts 109
"Solè, why'd you stay?"
"Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for."
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Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet.
Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft.
Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets.
Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss.
By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees.
When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too.
But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered?
A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land.
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