Deleted at 70K. A refreshing take on Erik Killmonger imagines. Enjoy!

Remember that story, Twins of Empire? Shes back! Meet, Mariah, a.k.a., Mercedes Lyon ⁣ The twin of Hakeem Lyon, and one of Empire's rising artists.⁣ ⁣ Unlike her brothers, Mercedes enjoys being around the scene that her father fought so hard to keep her away from. But what can you do? The girl has a attitude like Cookie with the cold heart of Lucious showing more and more each day. ⁣ Family for her is first, but can it stay that way when things are slowly starting to fall apart?⁣ ⁣ With Cookie now out of prison and back into the picture-Mercedes missed her, but can she forgive her mother for missing 17 years of her life? ⁣ ⁣ The company is now going public and her dad is trying to pick a successor, but can she keep her brothers from possibly killing each other? Or one of them from killing her. Most of all, can she keep herself sane from all the family secrets and betrayal about to come into the light.⁣ And so is a few lies of her own when a familiar face comes back around. ⁣ The music is beginning and so is the drama...are the Lyons ready?⁣ -Story originally deleted, but is being edited and uploaded-

-- ❝ 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ❞ li season 6 usa. all rights reserved.

The one thing 'bout your love I always fall for it When you're fire, you see smoke (oh-oh) Shooter, shooter, light it up, light it up Girl, you're my favorite Why don't you want love? (Oh-oh) Shooter, shooter

Magnolia Clay always knew better than to fall for a boy like Smoke Dorsey-trouble followed him like a shadow. But after years apart, when fate pulls them back together in a town that remembers every sin they ever committed, old sparks reignite into a wildfire neither one can put out. Between family feuds, whispered rumors, and a love too fierce to tame, Magnolia and Smoke have to decide if what they have is strong enough to survive the ghosts-and the fire-they thought they left behind.

"C-Colonel, I-" I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. The words caught in my throat, my mind a chaotic swirl of emotions and memories. "That's not my name, princess," he interrupted, his voice a dangerous murmur that sent a shiver down my spine. He lifted his hand, gently tracing the tip of the gun along my jawline. The cold metal contrasted sharply with the burning heat of his proximity, making me shudder. His eyes bore into mine, the manic gleam in them unwavering. The way he held the gun, almost tenderly against my skin, was both a warning and seductive. The tension between us was palpable, an electric current that crackled in the air. "You know better than to call me that," he continued, his tone a mix of reprimand and dark amusement. Shakir cocked his head to the side, his eyes narrowing slightly. " Or do I need to remind you?" __________________ Nataliya Niang, a world renowned psychologist, loves to help those in need. Firmly believing in her ability to establish positive relationships and supporting her patients, her life was based on the foundations of kindness, compassion, and empathy. Colonel Shakir Walker, the leader of the black operations unit, is all but a gambler of death. His blood lust extends beyond comprehension, as bodies are left in distress with each path that he crosses. After embarking on a failed mission and witnessing the deaths of his comrades, he is sentenced to eight months of probation, as well as attending therapy sessions at The Mindful Wellness Center. When fate brings Nataliya and Shakir together, their worlds collide in unexpected ways. A chaos of torn souls navigating through love, lust, and betrayal. ( DON'T COPYRIGHT MY STORY )

Erik is a big self-made pornstar who goes by his pseudo name, Killmonger, Killa E or Kill. He uploads videos on the internet and gains millions of views daily. The reader, Erik's #1 fan, ends up meeting Erik at an exclusive party 👀 All stories belong to Honeyandpeaches also on Tumblr. All stories are copyrighted. I DO NOT give permission for my work to be copied or shared on any other platforms. All of my stories contain adult content. 21+ ADULT CONTENT. ADULT LANGUAGE, ADULT SCENARIOS. 21+ ADULT CONTENT. 21+ ONLY. You have been warned. Viewer discretion is advised. You can find my entire Masterlist on Tumblr. Look in my bio for my link. All stories are written for Black!female readers over the age of 21. Erik Killmonger Stevens stories. All stories belong to Honeyandpeaches on Tumblr. All stories are copyrighted. #killmonger #erikkillmonger

He had it all. Fame. Fortune. The cars, the houses, the women. The world cheered when he walked into a room. Every headline praised his game. Every city knew his name. But when the lights dimmed and the parties ended, he went home alone. Every time. Because the truth was-he didn't have love. Not the kind that stays. Not the kind that sees past the fame. Not the kind that makes you want to be more. Until he met Draya. She wasn't impressed by his fame. She didn't care about the cars or the cameras. She was busy-working double shifts at the hair salon , raising her son with fierce devotion, building a life from the ground up. Quiet, graceful, and far from the drama his world was filled with. She didn't need him. That's what shook him. But he needed her. In her presence, he found something the spotlight never gave him: peace. She made him want to slow down. To protect, to grow, to be a man worthy of her and her little boy who started to look at him like a hero. But not everyone wanted to see him change. The tabloids started digging. Old flames stirred up noise. People said she was after his money, his name, his fame. She didn't flinch. She didn't speak. She just stayed grounded-for her son, for herself. And that's when he knew: He'd had everything. But she was the only thing he ever truly wanted.

Evangeline has always walked the straight path church on Sundays, top of her class, a future so bright it blinds her. Stack is the opposite. Cold stares, dirty hands, and a reputation soaked in sin. They were never meant to cross paths until a favor turns into a deal, and a deal turns into something neither of them can name. He's the kind of boy girls are warned about. She's the kind of girl he never thought he deserved. But some flames burn too hot to ignore... even if they leave scars.