𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇- He told her one thing "you ain't see shit if you wanna keep that pretty face connected to your body." She was never supposed to cross paths with Giomani "Gio" Blackwood, suit-wearing, gun-toting underboss of New York's most feared family. But one wrong night put her in his world, and Gio don't believe in coincidences. Now she's tied to the man the streets call a monster. And the craziest part? The more she learns about him, the harder it gets to hate him. Cold. Calculated. Fine as hell. Gio runs everything - and when his father steps down, he's coming for the throne. But love and loyalty don't mix in the mafia. And in Gio's world, you either with him... or you against him. Ain't no in-between. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 & 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃!

Twenty-two year old Hazel K. Langston made a bad decision back when she was 16 years old. Thinking the decision wouldn't affect her in the future, Hazel kept the aftermath a secret. Little did she know, her bad decision came right back to her 6 years later.

Tyler "Tank" Carter, a 22 year old truck driver crosses paths with Kayla Knight, an 18 year old girl who running away home as he is enroute to drop off a load from Augusta, Georgia to Bangor, Maine.

"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. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 "𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯"

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"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯"

New Orleans isn't just a city-it's a pulse. A rhythm. A hunger. And nobody knows that better than Arielle Washington, a tired single mother grinding just to make rent in the Desire Projects. Love left her a long time ago, replaced with diaper bags, house keys, and survival. That is, until a new housekeeping job drops her into the home-and world-of ICE the most dangerous man in the streets. ICE doesn't do mess. Doesn't do feelings. But there's something about Ari-her fire, her silence, her scars-that draws him in. And when business gets bloody and loyalties are tested, the line between protector and predator blurs. Because in the Dirty South, nothing comes clean... not even love.

"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.

Nevaeh Ellis left Chicago with a pink suitcase, three hundred dollars, and a secret that could get her killed. Atlanta was supposed to be her fresh start until she crossed paths with Brixton Dawson, the kind of man you don't look at twice. Now it's past midnight... and running might not save her this time.