Sarye "Riya" Knowles is a certified boss in every sense of the word. At just 32, she's built a brand from scratch after walking away from a toxic relationship and raising her daughter. By day, Sarye is a thriving entrepreneur running her own cosmetic company. By night, she's the unapologetic, witty voice behind the hit podcast "Pillow Talk & Real Sh*t", where she keeps it raw and unfiltered about love, relationships, sex - and why women need to love themselves first. She's known for her infamous line: "Sis... your man is NOT in prison! Stop glamorizing struggle love" Sarye knows the harsh reality of that life. But life gets real when her wild, brutally honest best friend and co-host Josalyn dares her - to write a prison pen pal. The topic? Whether love can really be found behind bars. Thinking it's harmless content and knowing full well it's against everything she believes, Sarye agrees. It's just a letter. A joke. A teachable moment. That't until she encounters Steffon "Street" Austin, a 35-year-old inmate serving time with 15 years left on his sentence. But what starts as playful dare quickly turns into long letters, raw vulnerability, and undeniable chemistry. Street isn't who she expected. Charming. Intelligent. Business-minded. A protective energy that makes her feel safe - even from behind bars. Their connection is instant but layered with complications. Soon, Sarye finds herself sneaking to the mailbox like a teenager, rearranging her beliefs, and questioning everything she's ever preached to her listeners.

Solani is the type of woman who lights up any room she walks into. She's single, fun, got her own job, her own place, and her weekends stay booked and busy. She's not pressed about finding love-if it happens, it happens. When her best friend and her fiancé plan a pre-wedding trip to Hawaii with the whole wedding party, Solani is all in. She's just there to have fun and maybe sip a few margaritas. But once she meets Demetri, the best man's best friend, all that "I'm just here to chill" talk goes out the window. He's fine, laid-back, and got that confidence that makes her nervous in the best way. What starts as playful flirting turns into something deeper. The two start spending every day together on the trip-late-night talks, laughing, and vibes that feel too good to be temporary. But once the plane lands back home, real life hits. Suddenly, those vacation feelings start to clash with the reality waiting for them both.

Nayeli is a 30-year-old single mother raising her spirited 7-year-old son, in her hometown of Charlotte, North Carolina. After enduring heartbreak from failed relationships, including the painful fallout with her son's father, Nayeli has sworn off the idea of romance. Instead, she pours herself into her career and focuses on being the best mom she can be. But life has a way of shifting even the most carefully laid plans. When news spreads that a mutual friend from Nayeli's close-knit circle has tragically passed away, old bonds are rekindled. Among those returning to town for the memorial is Shai Smith, a 36-year-old successful sports trainer who has spent years traveling for his career. Nayeli and Shai have known each other for over a decade, always sharing playful banter and harmless flirtation. They've laughed off their chemistry as nothing more than jokes - two people who were never in the right place at the right time. In the wake of loss, Shai stays in town longer than planned, reconnecting with old friends and reflecting on the fragility of life. As he and Nayeli cross paths more often, their once lighthearted interactions deepen. Despite the spark between them, both Shai and Nayeli carry the weight of past heartbreak. Shai's last relationship left him wary of trust, and Nayeli is terrified of exposing her son to a love that might not last. But as the days pass, their connection becomes undeniable. Through laughter, tears, and the lessons of loss, Nayeli and Shai learn that healing isn't about forgetting the past, but finding the courage to embrace what's ahead. In the echoes of shared memories they discover that sometimes, love doesn't come when you're searching for it.

Widening the door I seen him holding another bag, with flowers in his hand and a blunt behind his ear "really? More peace offerings?" "Ain't none wrong in that" I thanked him for it as I was raised with manners I placed the flowers on the counter alongside the bag not bothered to look inside and see what he got. "That's how you gon do me?" He asked pointing at the flowers on the counter. "I mean flowers really not cutting anything right now" I shrugged. "It better cause I came here to apologise" he walked over and stood in front of me with his tall ass self. "Mhm" I hummed ready to hear what he has to say. "Real shit though. I know I ain't really been on my shit cause I got other shit I'm dealing with so Ion really wanna put that onto you cause you'n deserve none of that. So I told you Ion wanna rush it so I don't become the man that don't treat you good" at this point he put his hand in mine and used his thumb to rub the back of my hand in circular motions. "So I wanna apologise for allat cause I ain't really tell you what's going on but Ion really wanna wait for that date no more". There was just some in his eyes that was getting me especially with his head being slightly tilted not even thinking of trying to break eye contact with me. "So what does that mean?"

Every time Isaiah looked at himself in the mirror, he was constantly reminded of the most traumatic moment of his life. He grew to hate himself until Namiko randomly waltzed into his life one day and began teaching him how to love himself again. It was as if she was his second chance. He'd been so pissed off all night to the point where he was physically shaking like a ticking bomb. This one hug from her felt like the rainbow after a severe thunderstorm. He couldn't believe that his sanity really depended on her. He'd never reached this point of love before. She brought him so much peace. That's why he loved her the way that he did; the reason why he couldn't stand to spend a single second away from her and why he depended on her to keep him sane. She was just it; like a breath of fresh air. He never expected the woman that ended up stealing his heart would be a real life Disney Princess wandering cluelessly around New York City; an autistic one, at that.

ᴶᵃʸᵈᵃ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵒˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵍᵘˡᵃʳ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵘᵖ ᵖʳᵒᵐᵒᵗᵉ, ᵈʳⁱⁿᵏ, ˢʰᵒʷ ᵒᵘᵗ, ᵗʰᵉⁿ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ, ⁱ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʷᵒʳᵏⁱⁿᵍ. ᴮᵘᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵉᵗˢ ᴰᵃᵛᵉ ᴱᵃˢᵗ ᵃ ᴿᵃᵖᵖᵉʳ... ~ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ💋 ⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻ "ᵂᵃˢˢᵘᵖ ᵐᵃ ⁱᵐ ᴰᵃᵛᵉ ᴱᵃˢᵗ" ʰᵉ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˢʰᵃᵏᵉ. "ᴴᵉʸ ᴶᵃʸᵈᵃ" ˢʰᵉ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ˢʰᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵉʸᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿᵗ ᵈᵉⁿʸ ʷᵃˢ "ᵈᵃᵐⁿ ⁱˢ ʰᵉ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ" "ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃ ᵘ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ" ᴰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵇⁱᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜʰᵘᶜᵏˡⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵃᵘˢⁱⁿᵍ ʲᵃʸᵈᵃ'ˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ʷⁱᵈᵉ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ˢʰᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ.

'Jayda' always felt like she was the black sheep of her family. She soon finds out a terrible secret, causing her to move from Atlanta to Harlem Okay so I wanted to make a new story with not a lot of drama and a happy ending.

Moving to the rough streets of Harlem is a step back for Lorena after running from her supposedly good life in the suburbs of Miami. She searches for freedom in the most unlikely of places yet in meeting Cross, she couldn't find herself more trapped in the hands of a ruthless thug who is also her brother's best friend. ❝𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁?❞ 𝐍𝐎. 𝟏 - #𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓, 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

Sentiment (noun) sen·​ti·​ment ˈsen-tə-mənt : an attitude, thought, or judgment prompted by feeling. "You just don't look....safe." Essence said while sipping her drink. "Naw, I only ain't safe for the niggas that hate me." "But for you, I'll be real cautious..."

In a world where most believed toxicity was necessary to go through in order to find real love, she brought it to him in the purest way possible. His Angel, the Obsession.