At twenty-three, Genesis Duvétt is building a name for herself one booking at a time-managing her little brother's rising music career while trying to keep her own heart out of the industry's mess. But Chicago wasn't part of the plan... and neither was Saint Bennett. Feared by many, loved by few, Saint is a rising rapper with money, power, and a past that taught him one thing-either you hunt, or you get killed. What starts as strictly business quickly turns into stolen glances, late-night sessions, jealous lovers, and feelings neither of them can afford. Because in Saint's world, once he wants something; ... he won't stop until it's his. "I'ma make you mine... just watch." "Stop saying that, Saint."

Esme Presley always despised her clumsiness, it was inconvenient and an embarrassing trait to have as an adult. Little did she know her burden may have been a blessing in disguise... bwbm urbanromance agegap

-ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴘᴜssʏ ᴀss ʙɪᴛᴄʜᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴏɴᴇ... Short One shots Yo favorite latto book so gone ahead and read my shit loves . |Finished|

She was a superstar. He was one of basketball's biggest names. Neither of them expected love. What started as attraction turned into something bigger-a family, late-night laughs, hard lessons, and a love worth fighting for. Because sometimes the greatest blessing isn't fame or fortune. It's finding your forever. ♡ Ja Morant x Latto Fanfiction

he only cared about his career and money.. till she came

"𝗜'𝗺 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Nour Delour doesn't chase men. She manufactures them. Shapes their desire with oils, honey, blood, and flame. In her Harlem candle boutique, every scent has a spell, every wick a whisper of old Southern rootwork passed down from women who knew how to make love feel like a fever. So when Rajah Thomas━the ex who ghosted her, walks by her shop window with his new girl on his arm, Nour doesn't cry. She gets even. She carves his name into wax, mixes it with her own essence, then lights the candle her grandmother warned her never to use: the 𝗪𝗮𝘅 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁. It doesn't just draw Rajah back━it 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘴 him. And this time, he returns with wet eyes, trembling hands, and a craving he can't explain. He's starving for her aroma, her skin, her darkness. He says her name like a prayer. Cries when she lets him taste her. Tells her he'll never leave again. But obsession has a cost, and magic always demands balance. As the flame burns lower, Rajah unravels. He starts sleeping outside her door. Sobbing when she doesn't answer. Losing jobs, friends, time. As for Nour? She's not untouched. She's sweating through her sheets. Moaning his name in her sleep. Bleeding from places that shouldn't bleed. The spell has tethered them by more than lust━it's welded their souls into something unnatural, and if she tries to break it, 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩. Still, there's a part of her━the part that wanted this━that isn't ready to let go. Because this love? It's not soft. It's not safe. It's 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆. 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄. @GLOSSNEILES ON THE COVER ART.

Kylie and Kentrell meet from mutual friends and it's love at first sight read to find out more.

"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍 - 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾." Jayda was your average preachers daughter. Bible study, properly dressed, spoiled. It wasn't until she met King Von, otherwise known as Dayvon-that her life was flipped upside down. Usually, the preachers daughter changed, but it seemed like her good aura rubbed off on Von, who couldn't help but get his act together for the sensitive girl...and it all started with attending...church.

Everyone's biggest fear when falling in love with someone, is falling for who you 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 they were, instead of who they ARE.