【INCLUDES MATURE SCENES, READ AT OWN RISK】 Sex worker and escort, Milan O'Dair, knows all about rich people. He knows they're arrogant and extravagant and the men stink of cigars, while the women adorn themselves in the rarest of diamonds. They laugh at the poor, mock the needy and love to use him like a toy; fun for the time being but then easily forgotten. But that was the job, and at the end of the day rich people liked to flaunt their wealth to anyone who would pay attention, so they paid a lot for his services meaning the money was good and exactly what he needed. No one said it was easy to get by in the world, so if it took a bit of pain and tears then Milan was just going to have to tough it out. Besides, soon enough he would become a world famous painter, he was sure of it, he just needed to keep creating. And when living in a city like London and being very much estranged from his family, while also needing to afford expensive paints and canvases, so he didn't lose the only thing in his life that gave him any passion or meaning, money was a necessity and it helped to have it in excess. Then one day, Milan meets a mysterious man, at a gala dinner, who tips his world upside down. A God among mere mortals, who exudes such beauty that neither man, nor woman, nor other can resist his charms, a specimen like none other. No one knows anything about him, but that he is rich beyond belief and that you must never cross him. He is power, he is strength, and he is wealth. He is Valencio Osiris. ~~~~~~~~~ 'He looked like a lamb caught amongst wolves, but there was a fire in my little lamb's eyes, like he wouldn't allow himself to get eaten and I decided I just had to see if I could get a small bite.' ~~~~~~~~~ T R I G G E R W A R N I N G S: - mentions of sexual assault and trauma ~~~~~~~~

Zontae "Zonny" Carter has spent his whole life surviving by one rule: don't be different. On 55th Street, respect is everything-and Zontae has it. He runs with his gang, rides for his brothers, and keeps his head down. Nobody knows his secret. Nobody can. Across the hood, Apex controls the other side-organized, ruthless, untouchable. Their leader, Trell King, is everything Zontae shouldn't be drawn to: powerful, calm, openly dangerous... and watching him. When tension between 55th and Apex escalates after a deal goes wrong, Zontae finds himself caught in the middle during a late-night confrontation. Instead of killing him, Trell lets him walk-on purpose. From that moment on, Trell starts appearing everywhere Zontae is, testing him, protecting him, claiming space in his life without ever touching him. Zontae's confusion turns into anger. His loyalty to 55th clashes with feelings he doesn't understand, while Trell sees through every lie Zontae tells himself. As violence between the gangs worsens, Zontae's secret becomes harder to hide-physically and emotionally. One wrong move could expose everything. Montey's growing suspicion, Dayshawn's quiet concern, and Big Rue's pressure force Zontae toward a breaking point. When a setup goes bad and Zontae is injured, it's Trell who saves him-taking him into Apex territory and making a dangerous offer: protection, truth, and a way out... if Zontae stops running from who he is. Now Zontae has to choose: stay loyal to a world that would destroy him if they knew the truth, or step into Trell's shadow and risk becoming everything he was taught to hate-while finally being seen.

Darius and Malachi have hated each other for as long as they can remember, only tolerating one another because of Shawn-Malachi's boyfriend and Darius's best friend since middle school. Malachi has always known Shawn isn't exactly loyal, but leaving him has never been that simple. So if Shawn can play games, why can't he? The problem is the one person Malachi ends up breaking his own rules with is Darius. It's supposed to be simple-no feelings, no strings, and Shawn can never find out.

When cellmates, Jahmir and Tyreek find love in their cell.

𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂: 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒙𝒃

Below the Surface is a story about obsession, jealousy, and the quiet damage people carry-where love is complicated, cruelty is calculated, and nothing is ever as simple as it looks.

Shannon Cole has always survived by noticing what others miss. Numbers stick. Faces linger. Conversations don't fade. In the hood, that kind of mind doesn't stay unnoticed-it gets used. Shannon has become a quiet resource, passed between crews whenever something needs remembering, calculating, or confirming. He tells himself it's temporary. Just helping. Just staying afloat. Until everyone wants him. As gangs begin circling closer, access to Shannon turns into competition-and then into risk. Because when too many people want what you know, someone eventually decides you're too valuable to share. Tiger Laurent doesn't compete. He decides. Tiger runs things with calm precision, and when he claims Shannon, it isn't curiosity-it's control. Pulled out of circulation and placed under Tiger's watch, Shannon finds himself safer than he's ever been-and more trapped than he imagined possible. Protection blurs into possession. Use starts to feel permanent. And the more indispensable Shannon becomes, the harder it is to tell whether he's being kept alive... or quietly erased.

❝𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞.. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ 𝐀 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐲.. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.. 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐬, 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧." 𝐈 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤. 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. . . . Z'airee was a caretaker at a old people's home and he took care of many patients. The only thing was that it happened to be one of the few nursing in homes in NYC. So many patients wounded up from the hood where many of the patients were from different gangs. Z'airee wasn't supposed to have favorites but he always had this particular one.. Mr. Sinaloa. Heaven was a drug dealer who visited his grandpa, Tyreek Sinaloa everyday. His grandpa was everything that his parents wasn't to him. The trenches of New York was where he came from. All his mom cared about was drugs and his dad walked out on him. He grew up running the streets because his mom was too high one everything to care, with men coming in and out they house. He never had that support system so he was wit older kids for as long as he could remember. So as soon as his grandpa got custody he was good but he always knew he wanted to move out as soon as possible..Or so he thought. EXT

Nazir and Ammo are gang rivals bound by history, pride, and a deep dislike that follows them through the streets and the halls of school. Every encounter feels hostile, charged, and one step away from violence. When Nazir's best friend Bando brings him an opportunity involving one of Ammo's operations, it quickly turns into a dangerous mistake. What should have been simple goes wrong, chaos erupts, and the consequences leave scars that can't be ignored. Not long after, a fight between Nazir and Ammo at school lands them in in-school suspension. What starts as tension turns into something neither of them expected, and anger gives way to a kiss that changes everything. Determined to forget what happened, Nazir tries to move on. But the truth is unavoidable. The hate they thought defined them was never just hate. It was the beginning of something far deeper and far more dangerous.

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑) 𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚓𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚗. (𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚢) 𝙿𝚕𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚎 🙏🏾!