"You'll always be my boo." In which, Genesis Renee Jackson returns home to New York City after spending years away. After graduating at the age of 18, she heads off to college in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Years later, she returns home, now at the age of 24, and unexpectedly runs into her ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend, Denzel Monroe, her first love. Denzel "Ace" Monroe Jr. An ex-basketball player turned Drug Kingpin, whose dreams were shattered by the death of his father, Denzel Sr. A former police officer, who had been killed on duty at the hands of his fellow officers. He'd been assigned to take down the dirty cops in his precinct known as "The Tribe." A group of dirty cops who'd worked for plenty of the city's biggest criminals. The Tribe committed countless robberies, sexual assaults, and murders including plenty of their own. The crime-based police group's resilience and dedication to the underworld had been underestimated. The crime ring had no plans of going down without a fight, a shootout with the members led to the death of Denzel Sr and his partner. With nowhere else to turn, Denzel stepped up as the man of the house at the age of 15 years old and turned to the streets to provide for his family. During this time, he and Genesis fell in love, going through the trials and tribulations of a relationship. What happens when the two of them see each other again after all these years? Will the two be able to try again or will the past and time apart shatter their chances?

Before the crowds screamed his name, before the league talks and the magazine covers, he met her. Calista Marchand. Not the kind of girl you run game on. She was sharp where it counted, soft only when she wanted to be. Real Brooklyn - pretty in the face, slick with the mouth, and solid with her hands if you stepped wrong. She kept her circle small, her loyalty tighter. The kind of woman who knew how to turn silence into safety and side-eyes into shut-ups. Men feared her. Girls tried to be her. She didn't chase, didn't fold, didn't need nobody. Until Ibrahim Montaigne walked into her life like he had all the time in the world. He didn't come with sweet nothings or flashy promises - just steady presence. Intent in his eyes, patience in his chest, and something rare behind the way he looked at her. Like he saw through the polish and the fire, like he knew the woman behind the defense. He didn't try to tame her. He studied her. Let her be exactly who she was. The shift was slow. She still fought when needed, still had a rep in the streets and in the salon chair. But somewhere between nursing exams and late-night block parties, she started saving parts of herself just for him. The quiet parts. The delicate ones. The ones nobody else got close to. And when she crossed that graduation stage, RN-BSN stitched behind her name and her grandmother crying in the crowd - he bragged harder than anyone. Didn't care who was listening. Forget MVP, forget the championship rings. She was the win. She was the headline. The girl from Brooklyn with spitfire in her lungs, gold in her smile, and a softness only he ever got to see. This isn't a story about being chosen. It's about choosing each other. No fairytales. Just Brooklyn grit and a love that never let go.

This is a story about a love for dance bringing together a poly couple.

A story full of love, sex and lies. A group of people in their mid twenties, exploring their sexual fantasies.

Nia thought love only came in twos. But with Khalil's blessing, she's about to learn what it means to be loved by two men who'd do anything for her.

𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘼 𝘽𝘼𝘿 𝙈𝙊𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝘼.

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.

***WARNING: THIS STORY INCLUDES MATURE CONTENT AND VIOLENCE**** Malaysia grew up in an average household. She hadn't been around of a lot of crime nor ever had anything bad really happen to her. One day she meets a big time drug dealer and within five months her whole world changes.

Your trust? It's deep, it's clear. Your hope? Look at it, we're still here. Your heart? I got it, no need to fear. Our love? Is it genuine? Is it sincere?

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳....