When a female pulls the card to the most feared male in the city... he doesn't take it too easy. Will he ease up on her and eventually let it slide ? Or will the male find a way to get her to fear him like everyone else ? Read 'Scared' to find out what happens A Cazmere Productions Completed 03/17/23 Sequel out now <3

Blaise has mastered the art of keeping people at a distance. At twenty-three, her life is simple or at least that's how she likes it. She works at a local skate shop, spends her free time getting high, losing herself in video games, and finds more comfort in her pet snake than she does in most people. Beneath the laid back nerdy exterior is a girl carrying wounds she refuses to let anyone touch. Ever since eleventh grade nothing had been the same for Blaise. Keese already has two girlfriends, a relationship he's convinced himself and others is everything he could ever want. Lately, something feels missing. After crossing paths with Blaise, he becomes intrigued by the girl who seems completely uninterested in being figured out. The more he learns about her, the more convinced he becomes that she could be the missing piece in his life. There's just one problem: Blaise wants no part of sharing a man. What starts as Keese trying to pull Blaise into a life she never asked for quickly becomes something neither of them expected. Blaise challenges everything he thought he wanted, while Keese slowly discovers that the girl he thought he could fit into his world might be the one forcing him to question it. Sometimes the person who wants nothing to do with you is the person who changes everything. STARTED ; JULY 5th, 2026 PUBLISHED ; AUGUST 11th, 2026

Allure...to powerfully attract or charm; tempt. It was the physical attraction that they believed kept them coming back, but in reality, it was more than that. Two broken souls, unaware to the fact the fix was one another.

Shiloh stared at Harlem, and then tilted her head. "You do this every girl you meet?" He blinked in her direction, immediately knowing what she was talking about but choosing to act clueless. "What?" "That voice, and smile. You're standing there like I'm just supposed to forget that you showed up late to volunteer because you have a nice smile and some dimples." She crossed her arms over her chest. He had a load of things he could say to her. He could try to make her smile, or laugh, or just about anything in the world. "I can't appreciate a beautiful girl." "Hmm, it makes sense now." Shiloh looked him up and down and then smirked, "A little spin on the 'just the pretty ones.' line, no wonder it sounds rehearsed." Harlem was a little shocked that she had caught it that quick. Most girls would have just smiled or giggled or something. And he definitely liked her mouth.

Before the crowds screamed his name, before the league talks and the magazine covers, he met her. Calista Marchand. Not the kind of girl you run game on. She was sharp where it counted, soft only when she wanted to be. Real Brooklyn - pretty in the face, slick with the mouth, and solid with her hands if you stepped wrong. She kept her circle small, her loyalty tighter. The kind of woman who knew how to turn silence into safety and side-eyes into shut-ups. Men feared her. Girls tried to be her. She didn't chase, didn't fold, didn't need nobody. Until Ibrahim Montaigne walked into her life like he had all the time in the world. He didn't come with sweet nothings or flashy promises - just steady presence. Intent in his eyes, patience in his chest, and something rare behind the way he looked at her. Like he saw through the polish and the fire, like he knew the woman behind the defense. He didn't try to tame her. He studied her. Let her be exactly who she was. The shift was slow. She still fought when needed, still had a rep in the streets and in the salon chair. But somewhere between nursing exams and late-night block parties, she started saving parts of herself just for him. The quiet parts. The delicate ones. The ones nobody else got close to. And when she crossed that graduation stage, RN-BSN stitched behind her name and her grandmother crying in the crowd - he bragged harder than anyone. Didn't care who was listening. Forget MVP, forget the championship rings. She was the win. She was the headline. The girl from Brooklyn with spitfire in her lungs, gold in her smile, and a softness only he ever got to see. This isn't a story about being chosen. It's about choosing each other. No fairytales. Just Brooklyn grit and a love that never let go.

"I never thought I'd feel like this about you." Velvet lives life on her own terms. When she agrees to become a "unicorn" for a wealthy married couple, she expects a good time and nothing more. Instead, she finds herself caught in a complicated web of desire, jealousy, and obsession- agreeing to share is one thing. Falling in love is another.

Ariana is done being embarrassed, lied to, and cheated on-but leaving Dave isn't easy when he's her baby daddy and her first real love.

"I don't wanna be just a memory And I don't wanna feel your wings break free Because without you I'm lost in the breeze I gotta be strong now, I gotta show you how I'll love you like I've never, ever loved somebody I'll give you things you didn't even know you wanted Don't tell me that it's not enough My time is up, you're over us 'Cause I think I might do anything for you If you just let me ... " - Sinead Harnett

I can't let go, she mean more than my "hoes" Ninety-nine overall, she 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤.

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