A collection of one-shots that ive thought of for Kamala. angst, smut, hurt/comfort, any requests.

I gazed up into her eyes, savoring the moment of closeness. "I'd do anything for you madam president." "Stop it." She said coyly, her cheeks still tingled pink. Were the words spoken on Election Day morning to Kamala by her wife. Now laying in bed watching Kamala finally sleeping and peacefully at that, she thinks back to the campaign trail journey. everything in this book is completely fictional. The events, the characters, everything is completely made up.

Kamala Harris is the no-nonsense Attorney General of California with aspirations for national office. Her assistant, Evelyn, has a not-so-secret crush on her beautiful yet demanding boss. When Kamala realizes the only way to be seen as a viable candidate by California voters is to be married, she turns to her loyal and adoring assistant and proposes an arrangement that benefits them both. Evelyn is over the moon, except for one devastating detail: Kamala isn't in love with her.

She Sang for Salvation. She Was Given Eternity. Dominique Sinclair is the daughter of a preacher, a gospel girl raised in the blistering heat of New Orleans sermons. By day, she slings coffee at a worn-down diner. By night, she becomes Silk - the voice, the body, the legend of Velvet, an underground burlesque club where desire is currency and secrets hang in the air like smoke. When her voice catches the attention of Kamala Harris, the city's most powerful and reclusive nightclub owner, Dominique is drawn into a world of velvet shadows, forbidden hunger, and immortality offered like a kiss. But Kamala isn't just wealthy. She isn't just dangerous. She's a vampire. And she wants Dominique - body, soul, and voice. What begins as seduction becomes obsession. What begins as desire becomes something divine. And when fame finds Dominique, she must choose: stay human and survive the spotlight, or surrender to the darkness and become something more.

Deleted scenes from your 100 and Rising.

Betrayal made her dangerous. Love made her lethal. Khari never meant to fall for the city's most feared kingpin. And she definitely never meant to betray him. But when loyalty turns lethal and secrets begin to burn, Khari makes a choice that changes everything. Enter Kamala Harris: California's District Attorney, a woman with ambition sharp enough to draw blood-and a weakness for complicated women. When fate throws them together, what starts as a collision of power and desire becomes something far more dangerous. As lies unravel, bodies drop, and desire blurs the line between right and wrong, Khari and Kamala must decide what they're willing to risk-for justice, for survival, and for each other. *Remember loves this is FICTION*

Kamala clears her throat and picks up the paper. Her fingers, long and elegant, hold the statement with the same confidence she wields legislation. "Senator Kamala Harris confirms her relationship with model and political consultant Giselle Woods-Kennedy. The couple met during Ms. Woods-Kennedy's internship in Washington, but their romantic relationship began well after the professional association ended. Both are committed to transparency and maintaining the highest ethical standards. They ask for privacy as they navigate this new chapter of their lives together." I close my eyes, letting the words sink in. When I open them, Kamala is watching me, a rare vulnerability in her gaze. "When do you want to release it?"

A family of many firsts. The first female Vice President. The first Black and South Asian woman to hold national office. The first lesbian Second Couple. And now, running to become the first family- with Kamala poised to become the first female President of the United States.

"Of course, Senator Harris. I'm ready for anything you put on me." Kamala's eyebrow arches, and I realize too late how that might sound. My cheeks burn, and I fight the urge to fan myself. "Good," she says, her tone rich with amusement and something darker. "Because I plan on working you very hard when we get back to the office." The car slows to a stop, and I realize we've arrived at my apartment building. As I gather my things, my hands trembling slightly, Kamala's final words follow me out of the car: "Rest up this weekend. You're going to need it."

Book 3! Y'all can thank Princess (@Istillwrite) for this. She's been nagging me, making sure y'all get ALL the chapters. Cause I've been ready to fire the last of these chapters off in Book 2. Now don't get too excited! This is more organizational than me coming back to write. Everything is already written she just has to publish when I give the go ahead.