"ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴛ...ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴꜱ"

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

Join Coia as she navigates her adult hood, trials and tribulations, successes and losses, learning and unlearning both people and habits.

EST. 2023

"How the fuck can an entire family go missing?!" "I don't know... I don't have the information that you need," I said causing him to sigh. A family of 7 goes missing but nobody but them knew exactly what happened in their household. Who knew two teenagers in love could do so much damage. (MATURE CONTENT!!!)

"I give what I receive, lately, I ain't been feelin' loved at all." - Hunxho Jamouri ain't nobody's savior. He got a baby mama who stay pressin' him about being a father, a new flame who don't know half his dirt, and a heart stretched too thin between the two. Sa'Raina? She got history with him. Pain, pressure, and a daughter he barely sees. Sy'ani? She the escape - bad as fuck, lowkey with it, but she know what she's doing. This shit far from love. It's ego. Lust. Control. A poly situation born from lies, late-night links, and blurred lines. Everybody want a piece. Nobody playin' fair. This ain't no fairytale - this that hood shit. Sex loud, secrets louder. And somebody always get hurt when a man think he can have it all.

Ceedee Lamb x Mariah The Scientist Sometimes love arrives at the right moment when you're feeling down.

Teddy ain't the golden child. Never was, never will be. Born to a woman the Josephs never claimed, Teddy grew up learning the difference between being family... and being tolerated. While his brothers are loved by their father. Teddy had one person in the family who didn't care how he was made Big Mama who always had his back since day one. Teddy stood outside the circle, learning how to love himself in the silence. But silence doesn't last forever. When Nay'Vee-his first love and the one who got away comes home carrying a broken past and a grown-woman secret, the fuse gets lit. Sparks fly, old wounds reopen, and the Joseph house, once held together by Sunday dinners and soul food, starts to feel more like a battleground. Love, rivalry, and secrets are buried deep like roots. This isn't just a family story. It's about finding your place when you've always been on the outside looking in. It's about Black love in its rawest, realest form. It's Hello Sunday-and nothing will ever taste the same again.

"𝘾'𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 "𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖"