"ℂ𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕪." All rights reserved. It shall not be reproduced or used, in any manner, without the written consent of the publisher. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. © Copyright © 2025 Rosemadeit444\

After killing her abusive ex in self-defense, Nia Carter, a quiet, emotionally scarred young woman from Atlanta, is sentenced to 7 years in a women's prison. Lost, afraid, and broken, she meets King, a dominant, charismatic stud serving 25 to life for a street murder. King runs the block and has the respect of guards and inmates alike. From the moment King sees Nia, she's drawn to her vulnerability, her beauty, and her silence. She becomes her protector, fighting off threats and making sure nobody touches her. Over time, they form a deep emotional bond that borders on obsession for King - though Nia sees her as a friend, possibly more, in a place where love is survival. When Nia is released early after 5 years, she promises to write. But life moves on. She reinvents herself, gets therapy, becomes a nurse, and even marries a kind man who doesn't know the full truth about her past. Ten years later, King is finally released on parole. She searches for Nia with one purpose: to reclaim what she believes is hers. But when she sees Nia with her husband, the jealousy eats her alive. King makes a deadly choice: she kills the husband in cold blood, thinking she's freeing Nia. Now Nia is caught between the new life she built... and the old protector who never let her go.

She spent her whole life watching him. He spent his whole life ignoring her. Now she finally gets his attention... by drugging him, kidnapping him, and kissing him in between slaps. And he's lowkey... turned on.

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get 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 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, beg, or 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.

"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. ❀ 🝳 ❀

ʙᴀʙʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ▁ They resembled a masterpiece brought to life. Each brushstroke of their personalities unique, yet harmonizing seamlessly in a captivating rhythm. Intrigued beyond restraint, Aurelia's curiosity unfurled like an insatiable muse, compelling her to unravel the enigma they embodied. The allure was irresistible-the duo who had become the campus's ceaseless discourse, the subjects of both admiration and speculation. ❝𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.❞ ❝𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲.❞ ▁ Cover by me DO NOT steal my story. All characters are fiction! Pictures included are not mine.

Enigma, the overly protected daughter of the Egyptian God Rah, has lived a life of ignorance thanks to her father and brothers. Never had meet another God other than Egyptians, her brother Set, takes her to a meeting with Greek Gods, Hades and Zeus. Unknowingly meeting her mates due to her ignorance. However, having not one but two Greeks mated with their precious Enigma was not part of her family's plan for her. Cover by PR1NCESSE_LEE

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