Urban 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

"𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 made me soft, mama" I said, locking my eyes with Kalani's. Real talk, I love her more than myself. I don't even know who I'd be if she never walked into my life. "I ain't never been soft for nobody, babygirl," I added, just to hear her laugh. Why not read? You may like it.🤭

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.

Benet just turned 18 and graduated high school . Benet's mom sent her down to Chicago to get to know her siblings on her father's side , or that's the reason she told Benet . While down there Benet finds herself in the same trouble she was getting into back home . But does Dayvon turn a bad situation into a good situation ?

when Zealla meets Ka'Mazi and two different worlds collide. ' read more to find out .

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"Fighting to keep us together, hope it's worth a try." An hbcu love story

Johanna and Jose are from two different sides of the track, during the time of a power war between the Blacks and the Latinx's the two cross paths in more ways than one. How far are you willing to go to defend who you are? How far are you willing to go for love? What do you do when the two pull you to opposite sides?

" I heard about guys like you ? But I hate to break it to you baby this won't end how you think it will ." Yamaria said confidently eyeing the man in front of her " you think I'm doing this for sport ? Yea you have me mistaken ma but you peaked my interest so wassup ?" Getting straight to his point he wasn't the type of man to bullshit anyways .. " Carmelo you got plenty girls would happily let you mind fuck them I'm not her tho ." Yamaria said dismissively Was she attracted to the man of course but she knew better than to think a man like Carmelo would be anything aside from a good time .. " you're scared ." " bullshit I ain't be been scare for shit since my parents died ." Yamaria spat defensively " prove it .. one date you not feeling it I won't even look ya way again :" "one date carmelo .." What happens when yamaria ahmed and melo sands meet in passing accidentally .. It was like a force of its own when the two locked eyes .. maybe it was the way her caramel tatted skin illuminated in the summer night .. or maybe it was his chocolate skin and strong build and dangerous smile .. Carmelo was everything your mother told you to stay away from .. but for that matter so was yamaria .. she had a hard exterior from her being conditioned to survive in this cold world .. That and the life lessons given to her by her older brother turned guardian, yusef .. yuself Ahmed really came from nothing but he had no choice but to make something shake when they lost their parents in a tragic car crash leaving the two orphans .. In yusefs mind no one was good enough for his mari and he would continue to bully and wed out the weak niggas who claimed they wanted her, on her behalf until a nigga was bold enough to go toe to toe with him about her .. And what if yusef finally met his match ? How will everything unfold when yusef feels he's losing the last of the family he has ? Find out in Riot ...

"Girl, you're summertime fine." "Boy, fuck you." a Tyler the Creator story. [mature content]

In a bustling city in China, Xiao Chen spends his days tinkering in his small workshop, driven by a desire to bridge the emotional gaps between people. After days of research, he invents the Love Translator, a device that translates feelings into physical sensations. With a touch of a button, users can feel what others are experiencing-joy, sorrow, love, and longing. Lian Hua, a vibrant artist, struggles with her romantic life. She often feels misunderstood, unable to convey her emotions to those she loves. When she hears about Xiao Chen's invention, she becomes intrigued and decides to seek him out. Every Thursday and Saturday

After a devastating fire changes everything, a close-knit group of teens is forced to confront who they really are when the life they knew is gone. Before the tragedy, Victorya and Nia (China Anne McClain) lived in a world of friendship, love, secrets, and growing pains-but survival rewrites all the rules. As they struggle to rebuild in the aftermath, buried truths surface, relationships fracture, and new bonds form in unexpected places. A gripping coming-of-age drama about identity, loss, and the versions of ourselves we become when everything burns down.

Seven victims on Renner Boulevard. No wounds. No blood at the scene. The department calls it a medical mystery. Warren Hasek calls it someone else's problem - until fifteen children at a Caldwell orphanage turn up with the same inexplicable condition, and no one asking questions on their behalf. What Hasek finds behind a locked door in the east corridor will not fit in any report he has ever written. Something is moving through the city at night. Something that knows your name, knows your route, and has been watching longer than you have. The Nightcrawlers is a hard-boiled detective story of the supernatural - gaslit streets, cold fog, and forces that defy rational explanation. Amazon KDP: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GX2XVC2S

In a neighborhood where nights are louder than the truth, Evan thought he knew who he was. He thought he understood friendship. He thought he understood love. He thought he could survive anything. He was wrong. Between broken families, unspoken feelings, and secrets that grow heavier with every passing day, Evan and his friends are trying to hold on to something real in a world that keeps pulling them apart. There's Charlie - unpredictable, unapologetic, and impossible to ignore. Raven - intense, guarded, and hiding more than anyone can see. Michel - loyal, but slowly drifting into something darker. And Noah - caught between who he is... and who he's trying to be. But in this neighborhood, nothing stays hidden forever. A fight that changes everything. A truth no one is ready to face. And a night where everything begins to crack. Because sometimes, it's not the lies that destroy you... It's the things you never say. ✨ And when the glitter fades... what's left?

"Why you by yo'self, lil ma?" She looked over her shoulder as he approached from behind, then immediately rolled her eyes and faced forward. He chuckled at the attitude, crouching down beside her before slipping into the pool. "You got a lil attitude or sum?" he asked, standing directly in front of her. His lower body was submerged, leaving his bare chest revealed. Even in five feet of water, his 6'3" frame loomed over her. "No," she kept it short, pretending to admire her nails. He chuckled again, swimming closer, not caring who was watching. Journi's back stiffened. She sat up straight, her heart starting to race. He wasn't as close as he could be, but he was close enough. She swallowed the lump in her throat, trying to look anywhere but at him. He reached out, grabbing her calves under the water and caressing them gently. "Kacey, what are you doing?" she muttered lowly, paranoid that every eye in the backyard was on them. "Shit, I could be doing more," he chuckled, the vibration of his voice sending chills down her spine. His tone was enticing, especially when he muttered those slick comments he knew would catch her off guard. Journi blushed, looking down into her lap to avoid eye contact.

On an ordinary day, the sky changed. Ten people died at the exact same moment. Their bodies were found floating-drained, hollow, untouched by gravity. No weapon. No explanation. No logic. As panic spreads and the world searches for answers, one ordinary young man begins to experience something impossible- He can feel their deaths. Their pain. Their final moments. He doesn't know why. But something has awakened. And whatever it is... it has only just begun.

For a century, the Peace Spell held the monsters at bay, trading bloodlust for a fragile truce. Then, in one neon-lit nightclub, a single gunshot shattered the pact. Now, the hunters have become the hunted. As the moon turns a bruised red and the city is fed a televised apocalypse, the line between guardian and monster dissolves into chaos. Jacob is caught in the middle of a war he never wanted. He is forced to choose: his father's cold, calculated logic or his ex-girlfriend's dangerous secrets. He is blind to the fact that the woman he is protecting is the key to the very truth his father has sworn to burn down. ​✌️ Peace is broken. 📱 Hunt is live. 🔥 Truth is Blurring. One Night. One City. No Mercy. In a city where every broadcast is a lie, the most dangerous thing you can do is trust the wrong person. ​Witness the first installment of "The Chaotic Saga." ​📅 New Chapters: Mondays & Fridays after 9:00 PM IST

It's not the blade that kills, it's the applause. Whitechapel, 1888. Amid the acrid fumes of the Star's printing presses and the mud of Millers Court, something older than man is taking shape. Don't look for a lone assassin in a top hat: look for a predator made of ink, institutional silence, and collective morbidity. The Dragon of Mist is hungry, and London is ready to offer its finest blood to feed the myth. 2026. Everywhere and nowhere. Alejandro Fiorenova is a digital ghost, a homeless voice inhabiting forgotten servers and archives. He has no location to name, only an open Google Doc and a connection too fast for his sanity. While his dog Pimpa snores, ignoring the abyss and the bureaucracy of the physical world knocking on the door in the form of reports and human interference, Alejandro dissects Scotland Yard's reports. What is the connection between a surgical operation in the darkness of a courtyard and the algorithm that today suggests horror to us in real time? >"The truth is not a stroke of genius, but a stumble. It is Inspector Pendalton's slip in the mud that reveals the stain the luminaries wanted to cover up." > In a journey through the scarlet engravings of the past and the cold investigations of a borderless present, LONDON 1888 throws us in the face with the question that no one wants to ask: if Jack is an invention of our darkest desires, who among us can truly say we are innocent? Why read this book: * The Above: A visceral Dark Fantasy that transforms the Victorian fog into a sentient parasite. * The Below: A rigorous historical investigation that dismantles the false myths of "Ripperology". * The True: The chronicle of a ghost-researcher who in 2026 battles his own dragons, between stumbles of fate and the search for meaning in the chaos.

This is a story about a girl who lives life without expecting anything. She sees everything on tv an never expects for any of it to happen to her but everything goes down hill when when she turns 5.

"They don't love you like they should we could love you better."