Two fierce souls collide - Jada, a smart-ass, no-nonsense woman grinding hard to get out of her tough neighborhood, and Trey, a ruthless street king who doesn't tolerate weakness or disrespect. When their worlds violently clash, the hate burns hot. But as they keep running into each other - sparring with insults and cold stares - the line between enemy and lover starts blurring. They hate what they see, but they can't stay away.

Sa'Lani Monee Jeffries has always been the thick girl who gets overlooked or played. At 27, she's done with love, focused on stacking her money as a nail tech and minding her business. But when a fine, chocolate, six-foot-three gangsta with a low voice and dangerous reputation starts showing up at her job, all of that changes. Kaizer "Kai" Rashaad Wynn isn't the type of man she ever wanted. He's quiet, mean to everybody but her, and runs the streets with a heavy hand. Yet when he looks at her like she's the only woman in the world, Sa'Lani finds herself letting her guard down piece by piece. What starts as playful flirting turns into late-night phone calls, expensive gifts, and nights that leave her body aching for more. But falling for a man like Kai means stepping into a world of hood politics, jealous exes, and enemies who will use anything-including her-to get to him. When street drama hits too close to home, Sa'Lani is forced to decide if she can love a man who lives by a code that could get him killed... or if loving him will be the very thing that breaks her heart. Because Kai doesn't just want her body-he wants all of her. And when a real gangsta falls in love with a thick girl, he ain't letting go, no matter who has to get out of the way.

𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜

Been Holding The #5 spot down In Shooting for Like a Month an A Half ❤️🤣 #2/ shooting / 314 #1/#2 contemporary lit / 1123 Love ain't always enough to save you. Sometimes, it's the very thing that breaks you. Trenton has spent his whole life surviving-dodging bullets, burying pain, and protecting the people he loves from a world that never protected him. With a criminal record, a temper too hot to tame, and three siblings depending on him, he's got no room for softness. No room for mistakes. Then Angel shows up. Quiet, country-raised, and guarded, Angel is running from her own demons-a controlling home, a past of silence, and a future she desperately wants to claim as her own. She never meant to fall for a street boy with a bad reputation and a guarded heart. But Trenton is more than his past, and she sees the man hiding beneath the violence, the pain, and the anger. Together, they find a rare kind of peace. But peace doesn't last in a world built on loyalty, betrayal, and blood. When secrets unravel and the streets come knocking, Angel is forced to choose between the love that set her free-and the self she finally found without it. Raw, emotional, and unflinchingly real, this urban love story cuts deep into the truths we bury and the hearts we break trying to heal. ● Instagram accts For inspo ~ this isn't A fan fic of any person. So please imagine the people as you want. Swavy.lee Lovechrys Chouxziza Vietsgirlnextdoor Luc_flexem

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."

One hotbox. One secret. Two boys who swore they were straight-until the smoke started messing with more than just their heads. Nic parties hard and lives louder, chasing highs and avoiding anything that feels too real. KT stays lowkey and unreadable, carrying a past he never talks about. They're nothing alike-but something clicks when they end up hotboxing in Nic's car at a random party. It was supposed to be just a vibe. But the more nights they spend together-talking, laughing, sharing things they shouldn't-the harder it gets to ignore the tension in the air. Glances last too long. Touches get bolder. And suddenly, nothing about being "just friends" feels right anymore. They've never looked at a guy like this before. Then again... they've never met someone like each other.

When Kiki visits Chicago for her cousin's wedding, she never expects to get piped down by a man who talks with his hands and growls her name like he own it. Messiah ain't like these New York dudes she's used to-he move different. Ain't loud, ain't flashy, but got that hood alpha energy that make her melt. She was supposed to be there for five days max... not fall in love with a Chi-Town gangsta who flips bricks and lifts her like she weightless. But when her past follows her to Chicago and his street life bleeds into their sex-fueled situationship, the line between love and lust starts to blur. He never chased women-especially not loud, sex-crazy, no-nonsense New York ones. But Kiki? She got him talkin' about "what we is" and pressin' her spot like he tryna build a future. But love between two people who been hurt don't come easy. And in a city full of secrets, money, and murder? Somebody always gotta pay.

Jacey takes her sister to a party 9 months ago. She didn't expect that night to turn out the way it did. Dealing with family, her first love, school, and her baby; will she be able to handle life? Or will life break her down? Previously titled: Too Young for a Baby

[completed] The twenty-four-year-old Vanessa White has a routine in her life in Los Angeles, California. Vanessa wants to be a painter full-time, but she's an art curator at the Museum of Modern Art. On the weekends, she's out with her friends and has multiple rendezvous. Vanessa doesn't do relationships at all. For a while now, she hasn't been until she got more than what she bargained for. Vanessa then finds herself in a dilemma due to her disappointment. She never finds men who want what she wants at the same time-just sex. No commitment. No strings attached. She wants these things because she's used to getting let down in relationships. Twenty-five-year-old Tommy Martinez is a successful sculptor who is an old friend from college. He's tired of feeling bad that he doesn't want something more. He just wants to focus on his art. They had a friends-with-benefits relationship back then, which happened to end smoothly. The two find themselves rekindling the relationship that they used to have while discovering themselves as artists. - Book I of the Love In LA Series ROMANTICS AWARDS 2022 WINNER SAVE BLACK CHARACTERS CAMPAIGN

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by staying small. Head low. Mouth shut. No waves, no risks, no getting caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in quiet menace. A man the streets don't just respect-they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase. He doesn't beg. He doesn't explain. Yet somehow... he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out. Neisha's defenses are falling apart. And the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation... or self-destruction. Because in a world built on loyalty, violence, and revenge; love is the most dangerous thing you can touch.