"Yuh love mi, Niyah?" He doesn't blink when he asks. His eyes hold hers steady, not playful, not teasing. Serious. Like the answer matters more than he's willing to admit. "Love yuh more than how mi probably love mi self." The confession leaves her soft but sure. And it's the truth. The love they share isn't built on convenience. It's built on history. On knowing each other's worst moods. On arguments that didn't end in walking away. ........ -dhxnleeee🤍'!

" yow my girl look weh yah guh kmt " he said mi turn mi head real quick cause a cya mi dah tuff face man yah a stop wid. " nuh you buck up ina mi ugly man kmt" mi jus hiss mi teeth and continue walking towards the entrance of fontana with my bags heading towards the parking lot to wait on my uber.

Read it ma'am or sir . ?‍?

Imani Rae thought life in the projects was all she knew- until Khaos walked in. Tall, dangerous, and impossible magnetic, he offers her a world she never imagined- but with it comes blood, betrayal, and a love that could either save her or destroy her. In the streets, trust is rare, loyalty is tested, and love comes at a price. Can Imani survive the game and keep her heart intact?

"Not because I'm bigger in size mean I'm no less of a female" "It might as well be uh feel him aguh choose you ova me" "Anyday"

Raya Monroe, a 25-year-old Black woman with long blonde hair and eyes dulled by years of surviving a harsh, loveless life, never believed in magic. She found solace only in books-especially ones about fairies and elves, where beauty bloomed and destiny meant something. One night, she falls asleep with a tattered fantasy novel pressed to her chest... and awakens in a stone church beneath stained glass skies, surrounded by strangers who call her Arcane-a rare fairy with healing power strong enough to mend the broken world. But the people who summoned her didn't save her-they imprisoned her. To them, she's a tool. A weapon. A means to an end. Then comes Prince Syrius, a golden-haired royal with soft lies and cruel hands. He promises love-but only gives control. Just when hope seems lost, she's rescued by Ten Exiled Elves, each a mystery, each scarred by the realm's twisted fate. They do not want to use her. They want to follow her. Now, Raya-no, Arcane-must decide: Will she continue healing a world that only seeks to break her? Or will she rewrite the story she woke up in-with the ten beautiful, dangerous Elves who would destroy the world to keep her safe?

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."

Zharai Monét Kevelle and Kaelvion Rhys Montel have been in each other's space for years-she's the loud, funny girl who always has a comeback, and he's the quiet, too-cool type that everybody assumes doesn't laugh. They aren't official. They're not even "talking"... but they can't stay out of each other's way. Every time they link, Zha-Zha teases him-about his waves, his serious face, his music, his "grandpa glasses." What starts as playful arguments slowly turns into them catching real feelings. But Kael moves low-key and doesn't give his heart easily, while Zha-Zha is scared of loving someone who might break her like her past dudes. The question is... will they both stop playing before it's too late?

At 21, Sayor Nicolé is a focused business analyst finally free from a toxic relationship. She's rebuilding, guarded, and done with chaos-until one late night, an unsolicited dick pic from a stranger changes everything. The sender? Christin "Ace" Amir, a 24-year-old inmate with gold slugs, a reckless charm, and no idea he just disrupted the life of a woman who never played with fire-until now.

She was broken, pregnant, and abandoned. He was grumpy, guarded, and done with love. But somehow, they became each other's safe place. When Amiyah Le'Rae Vynter's abusive ex finds out she's pregnant, he does the cruelest thing he can-kicks her out, leaving her homeless and heartbroken with nowhere to go. Carrying a child she didn't ask for but already loves, Amiyah vows to do everything on her own...until a caramel-skinned, tattooed stranger with a permanent scowl changes everything. Cassian Rhyse Holloway doesn't do relationships, and he definitely doesn't do drama. But when he sees a shivering, pregnant woman at a bus stop in the middle of the night, something inside him snaps. He takes her in, promising himself it's only temporary. Yet, the more he's around her-the late-night conversations, her soft laughter, the way his big hands fit over her growing belly-the harder it is to keep his distance. He's grumpy, overprotective, and quick to threaten anyone who even looks at her wrong. She's sweet, vulnerable, but stronger than she gives herself credit for. Together, they're messy, complicated, and falling for each other in ways neither expected. But when Amiyah's toxic ex tries to crawl back into her life, Cassian has to prove that he's not just her shelter-he's the man who's ready to love her and the baby she's carrying, no matter what.