𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄 || " 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗌 －𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌，𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋．" 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝒔𝒊𝒏 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 - 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋. 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍． 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇， 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍． 𝐎𝐑 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿－𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾

"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. ❀ 🝳 ❀

When rising young Hollywood director YN crosses paths with the stunning and seasoned actress Nia Long, sparks fly-but not without resistance. With a heart full of ambition and charm, YN sets out to win over the guarded star, who insists she's too young and too green. As their worlds continue to collide through industry circles, flirtation turns into something deeper in this slow-burn age-gap romance about persistence, timing, and the unexpected ways love finds you.

"I got one big ass album for you, It got over 900 pictures of you." He confessed making her jaw drop. "Do you even be picking out the best pictures and delete the rest of the ugly ones??" She looked at him in shock. "Fuck no, I keep every picture of you." He said while opening the house door and let her walk in first. "You're so crazy inlove, it's okay though me too." She smiled softly at him. "I thought you only liked me a lil bit." He locked the doors and followed her to the bedroom. "I changed my mind. I can do that." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked in the bedroom. "Type shit." He laughed and shook his head at her. Messiah was so deeply in love with Juani, nobody could tell him anything about her. He loved her with all his heart and felt like she was the reason he had smiled so much in what felt like forever. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝- March 20, 2024 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝- March 24, 2024 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝-June 16, 2024 @𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒✰

Found myself in bed with both, intimacy was strong and I couldn't let go.

√ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝. [𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝]

❝The way you're looking at me right now makes me wonder where you want me.❞ stolen glances, hushed whispers, teasing breaths, lingering touches. 𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. ─ tim bradford x fem!oc ─ the rookie; s1 ~ s6 | BOOK 1 OF TBOM ─ SLOW-burn, angst, some spice ─ also on AO3 under same username ⊱ ──────── ➤ ──────── ⊰

When Virelai Chun steps back into Miami's gritty glamour after years away, it's not just to sip eggnog and deck the halls. It's to take over for her father, Dorian Chun. And Miami's gangs are no longer the rough illegal crowd they used to be... 𝙉𝙤. They've found a way to make themselves into Miami's elite, pulling strings in the city's most glamorous circles. Schools, politicians, you name it, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘵. And in Miami, you need them to like you. If they don't? Better hope you make it through the holidays. For Virelai, returning to Miami means facing Mazin Moretti, someone she left behind along with any memories of the past. But somehow old heartbreaks and bitter memories still manage to crash over them both like a winter storm. Especially with every holiday event, late-night meeting, and stolen glance only adding fuel to the fire between them. This only leaves Virelai in a city strung up with flashy holiday lights and packed with 𝘴𝘰 much fucking past baggage. Miami's darker side is glistening this Christmas, and Virelai is about to find out that power, passion, and betrayal are gifts 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. So spend your Christmas playing with fire... 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙. [A Christmas Dark Romance & Sequel to Corrupted]

I finally found her after five long years... She thought she could disappear and I would let her go... I have yearned and craved for her touch again... This time I will not let her go.... Blood will be shed if anyone tries to stop me from being with her... The darkness has plagued my mind and she is the only one who can save me... The monster she once called me plays over and over again in my mind... But I am no monster... I am Eryx, the head of the Vallea Mafia