"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

"𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. "𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭." 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

BROKEN PRODIGY I Following the passing of their mother, the now orphaned Di Genova siblings found themselves slowly unravelling. With a distrusting mafia empire to run and personal heartbreak to mend, all attention to the youngest Di Genova disappeared leaving the distraught six-year-old to fend for herself. After two long years of unexplained cold shoulders, cruel dismissals and general abandonment from her siblings, child prodigy Dakoda Reese Di Genova finally reached her breaking point. At the tender age of eight, she made the difficult decision to leave behind her family and Italian roots, embarking on a new journey not as the Dakoda her family knew but as the Reese they did not. Fast forward a decade, Reese had cemented her place in history. As the anonymous CEO of the biggest technology company in the world and sole Heir to the American mafia empire, she had buried the past in the same grave she had buried her heartbreak. She had moved on. Her four brothers hadn't. And it was going to take a lot more than them spewing out the same apologies she too had once offered, in order for her to forgive their everlasting betrayal.

Book 2 of the Romano Series 5 years. 1826 days since the Romano family lost their princess for the second time. How much can one family change in that time? Valentina Romano always accepted her family's role in the mafia. But that was all before she went through hell and back. Will her family accept the new version of her? The version that is oh-so similar to them... If not, worse. Will she finally get the happy ending she dreams of? This book contains very sensitive topics. Please read with caution. [Unedited]

Book 1 of the Romano Series 4-year-old Valentina Romano was the centre of her family's world. She had anything and everything she could've ever dreamed of. What happens when her mother takes her away from all of it? 12 years later, Valentina has no recollection of the family she once had. What happens when they finally reunite after her mother's death? [Unedited]

In a family shaped by shadows, her light might be their only hope - or their greatest weakness. When Elara's mother marries into the infamous Calviero family, her world changes overnight. At just fifteen, she's thrust into a dangerous realm ruled by her stepfather and seven lethal stepbrothers, each with a fierce role in the mafia empire. Elara stands out - not just for her striking platinum hair and mesmerizing heterochromia, but for her compassionate heart and unwavering strength. A talented figure skater, she moves with grace on the ice but must learn to navigate a far more perilous stage at home. Her brothers are wary at first - hardened by years of violence and betrayal - but slowly, their fierce loyalty begins to extend to her. As old rivalries reignite and hidden threats emerge, Elara must confront the darkness lurking not only within her family but also within herself. And when whispers of a long-buried secret begin to surface, everything Elara thought she knew about her past - and her future - comes into question. In a world where trust means the difference between life and death, Elara's kindness is both her greatest strength and her most dangerous vulnerability. The question is: can she survive this world without losing who she truly is?

No one knows her name. No one dares ask. They only speak of the eyes-two different colors, rare and chilling. A mark of death. Of vengeance. A whisper in the underworld: "She doesn't miss. She doesn't hesitate. She doesn't feel." She walks alone through Moscow's back alleys, blood on her boots, the faintest scent of smoke trailing her long black coat. She'd slit a man's throat two minutes ago. Didn't blink. Didn't speak. Just turned and vanished. She's nineteen. But the world thinks she's a myth. And maybe she is. Maybe something broke inside her when she was five years old. When the Russians took her. When they burned her home into memory and carved out the little girl who used to sing lullabies on her grandfather's lap. Now? Now she dreams in flashes. A golden sun. A woman's perfume. Laughter in Italian. Five shadows taller than her, arms wide open. Names, always at the edge of her tongue-but never there. She remembers their faces. And she remembers the man who stole her life. Viktor Ovalov. The Russian leader. The man who turned her into a weapon. He doesn't know she's coming. But she'll show him. She'll make him bleed for every scar he left on her skin. For every scream he buried in her throat. She presses a gloved hand to the glass window of an abandoned apartment. Her reflection stares back-impossibly beautiful, heartbreakingly cold. Eyes covered with dull brown lenses. She's ashamed of what makes her different. Even now, she hides the heterochromia behind colored contacts. Just one more mask to wear. But behind those eyes, behind the silence-she remembers. This isn't a story of sunshine and fairytales. Not a story where she just 'heals' and gets her sunshine personality back. No this is a story where she learns to live again and not just exist or survive. This isn't about healing, it's about living again, revenge and living through your pain. Tw:bittersweet ending Pictures are not mine. So the credit goes to their respective owners.

(Complete) After Seren is assaulted by someone in her friend group, she begins to fall deeper into the depths of her depression. No one seems to notice, except for the former bad boy and his friends. "Seriously, this is probably the best book I've read on Wattpad." -@dowries "I thought you were bluffing in the description but dang, you got me. Ima say- this truly is one of the best books on Wattpad." -@jamzeverywhere "Easily the best book I have ever read and I'm not exaggerating." - @purelyaureila "Simultaneously shattered me and put me back together, one of the best things I've ever read. Didn't think I could love two characters so deeply." -@imswriting "If I was ever to reread a book- it would be this one." -@thethotpocket "This is my favourite book! I would pay literal money just to continue to experience these characters!" - @sapphhhireee Spin Offs: Notice Me, and Trust Me *****

Instead of responding, Mehki raised up a little bit and pulled his shirt up to reveal a tattoo in beautifully and graceful cursive right over his heart. Satori Kemoni Dolce metà "What does this mean?" Satori almost whispered, not being able to control herself as she reached out and brushed her fingertips over the ink embedded into his skin. "Sweet half, better half." Mehki responded immediately, his eyes never leaving hers as her gaze was fixed on his tattoo. "But we were broken up." Satori sat back on her knees as she continued brushing her fingers over the ink marking his skin, forgetting she was basically rubbing his chest right now. "I told you when we broke up that you my soulmate, my ride or die. That shit ain't change. I don't even look no other females way no more since I been with you. You the only woman for me, Kemoni. Whether you want me back or not." Mehki spoke and Satori pouted, feeling her eyes start to tear up. Rankings: #1 - blackcast (9/17/24) #3 - businessowner (9/17/24) #2 - businesscouple (9/17/24) #3 - standalone (10/20/24) #1 - blackcouple (12/5/24) #1 - blackauthot (2/12/25) #1 - blackpeople (2/12/25)