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When Yasmin bumps into a mysterious guy at a car wash, she wonders what secrets the male has up his sleeve's. But when she finds out he's a serial killer, will she start to fear him? Or will she like him deep down?

𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱 .

With returning home after years away from the death of her grandmother on her birthday. Violet must face her old best friend, Kwame who she despised with her whole gut. Though when staying here in the place she didn't want to come back to, she begins to have dreams of her past about the actual truth on what happened on April 17th.

Harlem doesn't forgive debts - it collects. Xyla never asked to be part of her father's street mistakes, but when his debt comes due, she becomes the payment. Snatched from her normal life and dropped into a world ruled by corners, codes, and consequences, Xyla finds herself under the control of Onyx - better known in Harlem as East. East runs his block with silence and fear. He's respected, dangerous, and untouchable. Loyalty is his currency, violence is his language, and weakness gets you buried. Keeping Xyla was supposed to be business - nothing more than leverage. But Xyla isn't weak, and she refuses to bow to the streets that claim her. As Harlem closes in and enemies start circling, tension turns into temptation and hate turns into something neither of them planned. East is torn between the rules that made him and the woman who's breaking every one of them. Xyla must decide if survival means escaping him... or standing beside him. In a city where love is a liability and trust gets you killed, one thing is certain - some debts don't get paid in cash. They get paid in blood, loyalty... and desire.

Sarye "Riya" Knowles is a certified boss in every sense of the word. At just 32, she's built a brand from scratch after walking away from a toxic relationship and raising her daughter. By day, Sarye is a thriving entrepreneur running her own cosmetic company. By night, she's the unapologetic, witty voice behind the hit podcast "Pillow Talk & Real Sh*t", where she keeps it raw and unfiltered about love, relationships, sex - and why women need to love themselves first. She's known for her infamous line: "Sis... your man is NOT in prison! Stop glamorizing struggle love" Sarye knows the harsh reality of that life. But life gets real when her wild, brutally honest best friend and co-host Josalyn dares her - to write a prison pen pal. The topic? Whether love can really be found behind bars. Thinking it's harmless content and knowing full well it's against everything she believes, Sarye agrees. It's just a letter. A joke. A teachable moment. That't until she encounters Steffon "Street" Austin, a 35-year-old inmate serving time with 15 years left on his sentence. But what starts as playful dare quickly turns into long letters, raw vulnerability, and undeniable chemistry. Street isn't who she expected. Charming. Intelligent. Business-minded. A protective energy that makes her feel safe - even from behind bars. Their connection is instant but layered with complications. Soon, Sarye finds herself sneaking to the mailbox like a teenager, rearranging her beliefs, and questioning everything she's ever preached to her listeners.

"Kalani.. Preciate you fa' always bein' there. You my healing.. You and Naiari..."

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.

❛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

❝Can't have anybody knowin' I fuck witchu.❞ 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 • /ɪˈlɪsɪt/ 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 something forbidden, secret, or morally questionable-like a relationship, action, or desire that goes against the rules, whether societal, legal, or personal.