Close your eyes. Breathe in. Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you? General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood. He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*. Dr. Aaliyah Monroe. Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark. Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights. One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels. He dreams of her every night. Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him. Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross. Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes. She thinks it's temporary. He knows it's forever. He kneels for her. Begs for her. Cries for her. Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps. And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer. This isn't love. This is obsession carved into worship. This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose. But when the first fight comes... When she needs space and he needs her closer than air... Will his dove fly away?

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

Kairi never wanted to be a wife. She wanted to be chosen....over and over again. Behind the gates of luxury estates, private jets, and hush money silence lives Kairi, the woman Kentrell runs to when the fame gets heavy and the marriage feels empty. She's sharp, tongued, unapologetically toxic, and dangerously addictive, everything his polished image and perfect wife aren't allowed to be. With Kairi, Kentrell breathes. With Jazlyn, he performs. Jazlyn has the ring, the children, the last name, and the unspoken understanding that her husband will never be faithful. She plays her role flawlessly, maintaining the image of a loyal wife beside one of the most famous rappers in the world. In return, she gets security, status, and silence. Kairi gets everything else. Designer bags dropped off without questions. Late, night calls that never go unanswered. Hotel keys, overseas trips, and the kind of love that exists only in the shadows. She knows she'll never be Mrs. Gaulden and she doesn't want to be. She loves the lifestyle, the chaos, and the version of him that only shows up for her. But lines blur when feelings deepen, jealousy creeps in, and power starts to shift. As Kentrell's career grows and the pressure tightens, the balance between wife and mistress becomes fragile. Secrets pile up, emotions turn reckless, and one wrong move could cost everyone everything. Because in this game, nobody's innocent....and being the mistress doesn't mean you're the one with the least to lose Cover by @JaiinovelsX0

"The Jock." A random girl squeals in excitement as she watch jake walk down the hallway. More like the jerk. 6'1 Jake got everything that he needs in school with his popularity increasing and girls wanting to be with him. A white boy who plays with girls hearts more than he dribble the basketball to the nearest goal. Boys wants to be him and girls want to be with him. He has a bright future ahead of him with a full ride to any university he desires as he continue playing basketball. He loves girls. Girls love him. He doesn't do the chasing rather the opposite but only girl on his mind is Kendra Martin; his best friend. Kendra Martin has been with Jake through thick and thin, knows every aspect of him and who we call it "she's like a sister to me" outlook, Jake thought. Sooner or later he's going to realize whether or not Kendra Martin is better off his best friend or the love of his life. Now for Kendra. Kendra Martin is the typical Haitian American girl who plays no game when it comes things. She is quiet the opposite of Jake. With boys daring not to hit on her because of Jake,although often try to with her. The only boy that's can get to Kendra was Jake Johnson. Jake Johnson as a best friend, girls always tries to come to Kendra for a little "boost" to jakes soft side like he has for Kendra but never succeed. Will these two come to there senses and be together or will they continue to be best friend as they fall out of each other arms? **ALL RIGHT RESERVED TO DEDLIEBOOK**

I be looking for love and no I'm not waiting..

"𝙈𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 & 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙞.

"𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 ?"

Rumi "Rue" Monroe was a girl who grew up too quick and too soon. When her parents died, all she had left was herself, her overworked aunt, and bills they could never quite outrun. Fresh out of a relationship after catching her man in bed with another woman, Rue is exhausted working herself to the bone, drowning in responsibilities, and done with men altogether. She keeps her head down, minding her business, praying life gives her something better than struggle and disappointment. She isn't looking for love, danger, or anything that can break her again. Until she meets him. Nazir "Naz" Creed is the coldest man in the city a quiet storm with a reputation that speaks louder than he ever needs to. Running the streets with his brothers built him an empire people fear and respect in equal measure. Naz moves with precision, loyalty, and violence when necessary, and he's never cared about much outside money, power, and keeping his circle alive. But then he sees Rue. What starts as a chance encounter turns into a collision neither of them can walk away from. Rue's sweetness clashes with Naz's darkness, her broken hope meets his guarded heart, and suddenly the city's coldest man finds himself warming to the one girl who wasn't looking for him in the first place. And the streets? The streets don't like when the wrong people start caring about each other.

"you're married. I can't be a mistress, I don't wanna settle for somebody's else's property. You have to let me go." konamie sniffled, wiping the tears that spilled from her eyes. Kentrell grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer to him. "you not a mistress, nami. Please just give me a chance to fix all this. I don't wanna let you go. I love you." but he also loved her and he can't have both so what he pose to do. HIS MISSES, HIS MISTRESS.

"Satori why you doing me like this man? You do shit for me nobody else do and walk away from me when I want more from you," Sergio sighed. "I want you too-Then what the fuck we waiting on? I'm a grown ass man Satori," Sergio cut her off once more. "I would just be another bitch to you. You're literally married Sergio. Satori said in a more quiet tone than before. Satori didn't have much of an issue with leaving people where they're weird at, but it was getting tiring to waste her time just for there to be another girl. She didn't know if it was worth it anymore. A SHORT STORY.