"Fighting to keep us together, hope it's worth a try." An hbcu love story

"Bitches aint shit." Kahdaija, constantly hurt after only giving love. Yet when she does, it goes good...but only for a while. So called in love with Karmen - Until, a girl named Reizya enters her life. Unexpectedly at that. So ... maybe she will allow Reziya to change her perspective , or just be disappointed with Karmen.

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

After Anaya lost her boyfriend Jaylen in a drive by shoot out, she quickly shuts down from relationships. But what happens when she meets one of the biggest drug dealers in Atlanta and starts to be into him. Will she let her past reflect her future or will she decide to give him a chance?

18 year old Seven is the pride of 12th Street. With a 4.0 GPA, a clean record, and a future that stretches far beyond the projects, she's the "good girl" everyone points to. She lives her life by the book, tucked safely behind the protection of her brother, Serge, and the iron gate of her porch. She's a goldfish in a shark tank, and she knows it. But the walls Serge built are starting to feel thin. Ghost is the first crack in her foundation. He's Serge's right hand, a man who has known Seven since she was in pigtails. He's respectful, steady, and moves through their house with a silent, predatory grace. He knows the "don't touch" policy better than anyone, but the way he watches her from the kitchen door tells a different story. He's the familiar danger, the one who's always there, whispering that he sees the woman she's becoming. Then there is Lucky. If Ghost is the fire, Lucky is the cold, dark eclipse. As the man who runs the neighborhood, he doesn't come inside, and he doesn't play by anyone's rules, not even Serge's. He doesn't talk much. He doesn't have to, his presence is a loud enough statement. Seven is caught in the crosshairs of two different kinds of power. One man is her brother's best friend who respects the house, the other is the street legend who intends to own it. On 12th Street, loyalty is everything... but some temptations are worth the war.

"Ky'mere Saint Woods has never known peace-just pain, betrayal, and survival. Raised in the shadows of the hood with blood on his hands and trauma on his back, he's built walls no one dares to climb"

Alexandria didn't grow up in a good environment. And never talked about her problems. She started a new school and meet this one girl.. but didn't even get to fall in love with her. but instead fell in love with her sisters. After months and months of being with her.. Alexandria founds out that she's pregnant by her girlfriends boss.. but it's not how you think.. READ TO FOUND OUT THE REST BITCH . 😎

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

Read to find out :) disclaimer: before reading you might want to read Blessings & Our Blessings but you don't necessarily have to.

" if it's real love, you'll always find your way back to eachother".