In a world where everything is curated, posted, and judged, The Feed follows Kallè Monroe Langston and Eliah Solé Bishop-two rising stars navigating love, legacy, and the internet's relentless gaze. After a messy fallout plays out publicly, Kallè vanishes, only to reemerge with her own brand, a bestselling book, and a vulnerable apology that shakes the timeline. When Eliah responds with grace instead of ego, the two quietly rebuild behind closed doors. Now, as they step back into the spotlight-together-the internet can't look away. The Feed is a love story built in the digital age. Vulnerable. Chaotic. Beautifully Black. This is what happens when the soft rebrand wins.

"I made the decision to cheat on my wife because I liked the way you made me feel vulnerable and comfortable enough to open up to you the night before it happened. I ain't never did shit like that before and that's what made it easy for me to choose to risk everything I got for you." "That shit probably not a big deal to you but a nigga like me ain't never opened up to nobody but my best friend-and still..that's rare. I hate even talking about her with you but I don't even feel comfortable talking to Ariana about my feelings 'cause I know she gon' judge me. You don't make me feel like that."

Damn, college really is the best part of yo life. Especially at an HBCU.

🏝 7 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚜, 7 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐? 🏝

"So let it go for me." 11/9/2021-11/17/2021

"You know how special you gotta be to change a nigga like me? Huh?" He tilted her head back to make her look at him, and a faint smile grew on her face as he wiped her cheeks. "My own grandparents couldn't do it for me and I loved them more than anything. You the one for me ma. That's why I ain't told you everything yet 'cause I don't wanna run you away. I need you." He laid his forehead against hers, gently kissing her lips. "Nobody will ever believe that King Von from O Block be crying to me like this." She smiled as she gazed into his red eyes, and he chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I ain't King Von wit' you. Just love." He kissed her cheek next, and her smile grew as her arms tightened around him for a warm hug.

Do you remember who you were, 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞? 'Cause 𝐈 do.

"𝙻-𝙾-𝚅-𝙴, 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎?"

First time we fucked, we ain't really plan it.. But now I'll be making love to you through him...