a very talkative girl named kahmyla came all the way from new jersey & moves to philadelphia. she has no friends but she finds interest in this one girl amari. amari is very closed off and mean. could they be friends? possibly lovers? completed & sequel is up

"Don't look at me like that..." I scoffed, licking my lips to hide my smile as I looked up at her. She was tempting. Very tempting. And it wasn't intentional, but I could tell she was falling for it anyway. Obliviously, "Like what?" Her lips curled, showing me what I tried my best to hide. She let out a small laugh, looking away so my eyes could no longer meet hers. And then, "Like you're going to make me regret my decision." _ After a traumatic event that truly exposed her to the reality that she'd been constantly warned about, Areli meets Savannah, a kind woman who brings all the best things around. But, of course, it's always too good to be true. - BOOK ONE

Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

Just a whole lotta gay shit.

Amari, a dedicated nurse at a high-security asylum, finds herself irresistibly drawn to one of her patients-Elani, an enigmatic stud who stirs something deep within her. As their connection grows stronger, the pull of desire begins to unravel her relationship with her girlfriend. Torn between loyalty, passion, and the intoxicating chemistry with the patient, Amari must confront the consequences of chasing a love that may cost her everything. Desire explores the power of connection, the pain of betrayal, and the irresistible force of longing that can change the course of one's life.

Shes the hardest rapper on the block. Shes the sweetest little baddie in the city. And somehow, Kane is totally whipped. Drama, teasing, rival crews, stolen kisses. One hood queen. One soft baddie. And chaos everywhere in between.

"If i was your best friend.."

"W-what are you doing here?" Aya asked. She wasn't expecting any guests, and certainly not the temporary lover that stood in her dark hallway. They smiled widely, but Anya could tell there was something more sinister behind their eyes. "Just having my dinner, can't you see?" They responded back as they took the palm of their hand and licked the blood that dripped from the tips of their fingers.

↳ ❝ 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 ¡! ❞

𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬