''𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.'' °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Zane Galanis was one of the most feared MMA fighters in the country. Known for his violent temper, brutal fights, and cold personality, people stayed far away from him for a reason. At twenty-four years old, Zane had already built a reputation for himself both inside and outside the cage. Covered in tattoos with intimidating olive-green eyes and a dangerous attitude, he was the type of man parents warned their daughters about. And honestly? They were right to. But Zane never cared what anyone thought about him. He hated feelings, avoided attachments, and had no interest in love. Until he saw her, Amara Yves. The soft-spoken nineteen-year-old girl who showed up at one of his matches with her friend. With dark doe eyes, long black curls, and the sweetest smile he had ever seen, Amara was everything Zane wasn't. Gentle. Feminine. Innocent. The kind of girl who spent her time reading books, drinking iced coffee, and seeing good in everyone. She was too soft for his world. And the worst part? Zane couldn't stay away from her. For the first time in his life, he wanted something he knew he would ruin. The more he pushed her away, the more obsessed he became. Because no matter how dangerous he was... Amara made him feel human again. But monsters don't deserve soft girls. And Zane Galanis knew better than anyone that loving him came with consequences. To the world, he was dangerous. To her, he was just Zane. He spent his whole life fighting everyone around him. Until he met the girl who made him fight himself instead. Starting date - May 14th, 2026

𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 (𝒏.) 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖; 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍.

After catching her boyfriend in the ultimate betrayal, Yomi leaves Chicago behind and starts over in Atlanta. New city, new apartment, same guarded heart. Between work, therapy, and rebuilding herself, love is the last thing on her mind. Then Pierre shows up patient, steady, and not intimidated by her walls. Yomi makes him work for every smile, every conversation, every inch closer. But some connections don't rush , they wait. Sometimes love doesn't force its way in it just asks, will you let me take you there?

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.

"ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴍʏ ʙɪɢɢᴇꜱᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴀᴄʜᴇ... ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ. ꜱɪɴᴄᴇʀᴇʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ, ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅɪɪ." #2 Atlanta 08 | 07 | 25 🏆

"Maybe it was a sign when we crossed paths"

This is its own book! You can ready the Bambi series for a back story but this can be read alone! "Kyrie! I'm home baby I'm sorry for missing your play! I heard it was really good and I had Ms.Rain record for me" I laugh to myself and put the bags I got away. "Kyrie?!" I yell and he didn't answer. I got done with everything I was doing and went to our room seeing him sleep in our bed peacefully. There was a note beside him and I read it feeling my heart get torn reading how he waited for me to come home. "I'm sorry baby" I whispered and kissed his soft cheek. Something dropped in the kitchen and I jumped getting startled by the sound but also panic at the fact it's only Kyrie and I here. "What the fuck?" I mumbled under my breath and grabbed my pistol from my locked draw. I stepped out the room locking the door from the inside just in case and started walking down the hall with my gun up. My foot steps where light trying not to make any noises for whoever could be in here, I made it to the end of the hall and took a deep breath before popping out from my spot ready to shoot but nobody appeared, everything was normal causing my body and mind to instantly relax. "Oh thank god" I rub my head and laugh to myself. I shook my head feeling silly walking into the living room seeing the view of New York buildings and sky scrapers through the big window feeling content with everything. I let out a deep breath and once I relaxed getting enough of looking outside I turned around and jumped, frozen in my spot not moving a limb terrified seeing a figure standing in front of me with a strong scent of weed and cologne putting their hand to my jaw dragging their cold thick thumb across my bottom lip before smirking getting closer to my face feeling their breath in my face. "Daddy's home..."

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 "𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯"

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.