𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪, 𝟷𝟿𝟻𝟻 in a town where dirt roads stretch for miles and the summer sun burns hot against cotton fields, there are rules everyone knows. white stays with white. colored stays with colored. and love between the two? that kind of love gets people killed. gracie mae james has spent her whole life doing what she's told. helping on her family's small farm, keeping her head down, and pretending not to hear the cruel words thrown her way. but everything changes the day she crosses paths with richard "scott" miller - the charming, reckless son of one of the town's most respected white families. he's everything she should stay away from. and somehow, he becomes everything she can't. what starts as stolen glances and quiet conversations turns into something far more dangerous - secret meetings by the lake, whispered promises in the dark, and a love neither of them can deny. but in a town built on hatred and old traditions, love like theirs isn't just forbidden. it's deadly. and some stories aren't meant to have happy endings. welcome to. 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 ©cndylxps

What happens when you fall for your brother's best friend? The story of Serenity & Jabari.

"You don't know what you do to me," he murmured against my skin. "You really don't." - Honesty, a Black girl with a sharp tongue and a bad attitude. lives in Brick City, a row of red-brick apartments know for gangbangers and old grandmothers who yearn for a better place to live. She works nights at a corner store, saving every dollar to get her little brother out of the environment before he becomes part of it. She doesn't have time for love, drama, or distractions. Then Cesar, a quiet white boy with a raspy voice and sweet way with words, moves into the building next door. Who is just trying to make a living off his mechanic job. What happens when these two cross paths and fall in love? Read to find out. #2 hoodlove #4 bwwm #3 blacklove

When Kiki visits Chicago for her cousin's wedding, she never expects to get piped down by a man who talks with his hands and growls her name like he own it. Messiah ain't like these New York dudes she's used to-he move different. Ain't loud, ain't flashy, but got that hood alpha energy that make her melt. She was supposed to be there for five days max... not fall in love with a Chi-Town gangsta who flips bricks and lifts her like she weightless. But when her past follows her to Chicago and his street life bleeds into their sex-fueled situationship, the line between love and lust starts to blur. He never chased women-especially not loud, sex-crazy, no-nonsense New York ones. But Kiki? She got him talkin' about "what we is" and pressin' her spot like he tryna build a future. But love between two people who been hurt don't come easy. And in a city full of secrets, money, and murder? Somebody always gotta pay.

At twenty-three, Kori thought she had love all figured out: steady boundaries, clear intentions, no room for chaos. But then there's Three. Three's twenty-five with a heavy past and an even heavier heart. The streets taught him to move ruthless, but one look at Kori had him rethinking everything. What starts as a friendship becomes calls that run too long and rides that don't end at the curb. Three falls first while Kori keeps drawing lines he's ready to cross. He's learning to heal. She's learning to trust. Together they're walking a line between danger and devotion. Where every laugh, every glance, every silence feels like more than it should. This isn't just a love story. It's a slow burn in real time with two hearts circling the fire, daring each other to step closer.

I was drowning in her kiss. The intensity of it filled me with sensations I'd never felt before. I taste her and I realize I've been starving. I have loved before, but never quite like this. I have kissed before, but never did it consume me like this. It lasts for a second, maybe a minute or maybe even an hour, I'm not sure. I'm drowning and drowning and sinking to the bottom of the ocean in her kiss, in her soft embrace. I never thought I could feel wanted like this before and it's intoxicating and it's swallowing me whole. It started off passionate, but we got desperate. The kiss got deeper as we got hungrier, it feels like even my hands can't bring her close enough to me. - LEIGHTON VALAK .. and in which, emotionally unavailable Alea John gets paired up with the rich golden boy on campus, Leighton Valak for a tutoring opportunity- what could go wrong? Or, in simpler words.. An unloveable boy and a girl who cannot love. highest rankings #1 - sadromance #1 - bwwm #1 - banter #1 - badboygoodgirl #2 - bwwm #2 - drama #2 - maybesmut #3 - maybesmut #6 - opposites #10 - enemiestolovers #23 - banter

Asani Castle is a standoffish girl, but don't let that fool you. She got her mother's face but her father's attitude. She looked at her parents and just knew she wanted a love like theirs...minus the stories she's heard. With her last year in high school, she don't know if she'll ever find a guy...until she meets Bellamy.

After five years apart, Ariah Montgomery and Najeer Porter find themselves back in the same city, picking up their friendship where they left off. But as familiar laughs and late-night talks turn into something neither of them expected, they're forced to question if things between them have truly stayed the same, or if something unspoken has been there all along.

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."

"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1