Aaliyah never planned on catching the eye of Leo Ramirez. A quiet, brooding basketball player who looks at her like she's trouble & like he'd burn the whole world for her.

*Formerly Known As "Love Has No Boundaries" With Revisions* • • • • • • • • • • • I stood dusting off my jeans,"Aight bruh, I'mma slide." Turning I dapped up one of my closest homies before stepping off the porch. "Aight man, I'll hol at you later." He responded putting out the lit end of his blunt. Remote starting my car, I hopped in deciding to check my phone while the air began to circulate. It was almost summer and it was hot as hell in New Orleans, had me second-guessing settling down here. I checked my messages, but didn't respond to any of them. Then I checked a few missed calls, but didn't return any of them. Lastly, I listened to a few voicemails from unknown numbers before starting to delete them but then my finger paused over one particular name. I never listen to her voicemails. I don't want to hear her voice; it just floods me with guilt and reminds me of my past, a place I don't ever want to visit. I don't know why but for some reason my finger hovered over that voicemail and I couldn't stop myself from clicking it. "Hi Dre," She spoke gently as my heart tightened in my chest,"Or Adrian," She chuckled softly,"I'm not sure what you like to be called anymore." There was a sadness in her tone,"I'm actually not sure why I'm even leaving this message...I've left a million and I still haven't heard from you over the past eight years so I don't know what makes me think this time will be any different." There was shuffling and a bit of silence before she sniffled,"But I miss you." My grip tightened around the phone. "I don't know where you are right now, or if you even still care about me, but I miss you," She cried,"And I really wish you'd come home." She whimpered. "I need you Dre...I don't know if that means much to you, but I need you." Then it ended. I sat in my car, steel gaze, staring at the road ahead. My mind racing but one thing was clear. It was time I went home..

ψψψ After a stretch of horrific bullying at the hands of the wealthy and cruel Cassian Ambrose, Camille Beaumont enters her junior year hoping to keep her head down and power through at her illustrious and isolated New England boarding school. But as her nightmares turn into day terrors, and her reputation is once again dragged through the mud, Camille finds herself receiving help from the least expected source: the devil⁠, himself, Cassian Ambrose. Only now, he wants her. Soon, Camille learns there's a reason they call him the Devil. ψψψ

"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.

When Tony Soprano becomes obsessed with Clara, an innocent art student, he sees her as his only chance at redemption. But Tony doesn't just want to protect her, he wants to own her. Clara finds herself trapped in a gilded cage of domestic warfare, sheltered only by the terrifying, suffocating, and absolute devotion of the Boss of North Jersey.

He blocked her in. She shut him down. Now, the whole town is waiting for the explosion. Sage Woodson didn't come back to Liberty Creek to fall in love. She came to bury her grandfather, sell his estate, and get back to her life as a high-powered Chicago ER nurse. She has a plan, a timeline, and zero patience for the locals. Especially not for the arrogant Fire Captain driving a midnight-blue F-150 who thinks he owns the road. Captain Connor Stapleton is used to being the hero. He's used to respect. He is not used to a curly-haired tourist publicly questioning his manhood in a crowded coffee shop parking lot. They were supposed to be enemies. But when Sage inherits her grandfather's rusted-out 1969 Chevelle, she realizes the only mechanic in town skilled enough to save it is the very man she swore to avoid. A wager is struck: Connor has one week to get the engine running. If he fails, Sage leaves for good. If he succeeds? She owes him a date. But late nights in a humid garage have a way of blurring the lines between fighting and flirting. As the engine roars to life, so does a possessive, feral hunger that neither of them expected. Connor doesn't just want a date. He wants to ruin her for anyone else. And Sage is realizing that the only thing scarier than leaving... might be staying. Small town. Big truck. Massive attitude.

𝘏𝘦'𝘴 22. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 26. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵- 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵.

I only went to Jamaica for a little vacation. Sun, beach, good vibes. That's all. I wasn't supposed to meet him. He was intense. Fine. The kind of man who makes your whole body feel weak just looking at him. We got close-too close, too fast-and before I knew it, I was falling. So I ran. I left without saying goodbye and went back to California like nothing ever happened. But he found me. He tracked me down all the way here, and he's not letting go. Now he's in my space, in my head, in my heart. And the craziest part? A piece of me wants him to stay, no matter how dangerous it feels.

𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. "𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗺. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘂𝗹𝘁. 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂.." 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗺 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹. "𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗺𝗮? 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻' 𝘁𝗼𝗼. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻' 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗼."

After leaving her toxic ex, Dre, Jada thinks she's getting her life back. Then a stranger named King calls her from jail, knowing her name, her past, and the secrets Dre kept from her. Every call pulls her deeper. Every truth cuts sharper. And Dre's jealousy? It's becoming deadly.