Osari isn't your average seventeen year old girl . At just fifteen years old her own mother kicked her out onto the cold streets of Chicago leaving her to fend for herself . With no one to raise her but the streets she went from a sweet little girl to a cold hearted bitch running the streets with the dope boys. Money and her daughter were the only two things that mattered to her in this world but what happens when she's face to face with the person who's the reason her life was flipped upside down from the beginning. Love or survival ? Sometimes you have to chose what's necessary even though you may hurt those that's the closest to you . Beretta quickly learned that love wasn't going to earn the respect that he craved in the streets , nor put food on his table or money in his pocket. When he was forced to choose , survival came first so love had to wait . It wasn't just about him he had to consider his Day Ones , his cousins Glock , Pistol , and Machete because they would all be affected by his choice . Years Later , Beretta isn't trying to survive because now he's running things after taking over for O , the man who made him chose between the streets or his heart . Only thing is the only girl that he ever loved changed into a completely different person not wanting anything to do with him . Back then he chose the streets over his heart and now it seems like the love of his life is doing the same .

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝗺 𝐚𝐥𝗼𝐧𝐞, 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝗼𝗼𝐝 𝐛𝗼𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝗺𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝗼𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝗼𝐲'𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝗺𝐞 𝗼𝐧." completed...

"Hello, Sincere. How are you feeling today?" "Same as everyday, can't sleep, can't eat.." I trailed off, looking down at Sinclair who had a perfect mixture of both V and I. "That's not good." She said and I shrugged. "None of this is." I said and she nodded understandingly. "Have faith." She said, placing her hand on my shoulder and I nodded. I tried hard to keep the tears in because I had to be strong for everybody. The family was really going through it and I just wanted her back in my arms. V had my heart and if I lost her for good, I'd never look for love again. The doctor walked out as I sat there quietly and Clair looked over my face while she made spit bubbles. I bit my bottom lip, holding back tears as I looked at V laying there with tubes in her. Not able to hold on any longer, I broke down. "Baybeh, I need you..." I trailed off, shaking my head. "I need you so bad, I can't do this shit. I can't do life with you." I explained, looking down at the floor. "We need you, ma." My voice cracked, looking over to Sinclair who was still looking up at me. "Our baybeh girl is so beautiful, ma. I want you to see her, I want you to see her grow up. I want you to be here with us.." I trailed off, collecting my words. I wiped my face as more tears poured down and I shook my head, sighing deeply. "Wake up, baybeh." I spoke, breaking down as I bit my bottom lip.

[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

𝒟𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑀𝑒 𝒟𝓊𝓇𝓀 ?

"Woah, slow down. What?" I heard him say and I furrowed my eyebrows, looking up. "Ma.." He trailed off and I already knew it was his mother. "That has nothing to do with you." He said and I sat up because I could hear him getting angry. "What's wrong?" I asked him and he put his phone on speaker. "I can't believe you got that little.." She trailed off, too angry to even get her words out. "..whore pregnant, Sage." "And then the little slut gets an abortion, I hope she knows that she will rot in hell." She said and my heart dropped. He hung up the phone on her before she could say anything else. "Baby." He looked at me as I bit my lip, standing to my feet. "Olive." He stood to his feet as well. I quickly walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me before Sage could catch me. I broke down crying as he stood on the other side of the door. "Babygirl, I love you." "I love you too." I told him, breathing heavily. "Don't cry, love. Nothing she says matters, she's just mad because I love you so much and there's nothing she can say to change that." "Open the door for me please?" I wiped my face before I slowly opened the door for him. "I'm done with her." He said, shaking his head. He pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist as he shoved his head into my neck. "Until she can learn to respect you as my lady, she's out of our life."

𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

"crazy how we vibe, even when we fight." a short story

"Then what do you want me to tell you." King yelled causing me to jump a little. Never had he raised his voice at me or even spoke this way to me. But I guess there was a first for everything. I took a deep breath before closing my eyes. I was close. He was close. I was so close that my chest laid against his and I could feel the thuds of his heartbeat. Neither one of us moved because we knew we what we wanted. We knew it from the first day we met each other. Fighting back the tears that formed in the back of my eyes I spoke. "Tell me how we'll be lovers and friends." There was a long silence before I opened my eyes and let the tears fall. _____________ Melanie and King have been friends since the beginning of their freshman year in college. The two always found it weird how they met but thanked God everyday that they had. But the thing that made them different from friends were their feelings. Never had one of them dared to tell each other the feelings they had deep down for one another. Because at the end of the day they were friends. And only that. That's all they knew to be. But with their feelings growing deeper and being unable to control them. Will they finally become what they want. Or will their fantasy crumble to pieces? Will they ever be lovers and friends?