𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 was the kind of girl who followed the rules; soft hearted, quiet, and careful with who she let in. 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 "𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤" 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 was the reason people locked their doors at night; charming, feared, and loyal to a world he'd belong to. What started as something simple turned into something raw, all consuming, and unforgettable. He gave her a taste of danger. She gave him something to protect. But love in their world doesn't come easy. Especially when a thorn meets a rose. 🥇 in bwhm -06/16/25 🥇 in hoodromance- 06/19/25 🥉 in urbanromance- 06/21/25 🥇 in urban- 06/22/25 🥇 in thug- 12/3/25

Christopher Maurice Brown had everything: money, intellect, legacy. As first heir to the infamous Brown dynasty, power wasn't something he earned, it was his birthright. A master manipulator with a gift for reading people like books, he didn't just succeed in business-he dominated it. But behind every deal, every smile, every carefully curated façade, there was only one thought that truly consumed him: his wife Mea. She was never just a lover. She was the obsession. His axis. His mirror. At first, she adored him, drawn in by his brilliance and charm. But affection turned to suspicion, and suspicion turned to horror as she unraveled the truth: a labyrinth of lies, surveillance, and a string of sidechicks and homewreckers. She tried to leave. He didn't let her. He followed her. Called at 3:00 a.m. Left gifts in locked apartments. Whispered her name through the walls. He called it love. The police called it predatory psychosis. And when the line finally snapped, it was Mea herself, armed with his own psychological tricks, who testified against him in court and had him committed to a high-security psychiatric asylum. Everyone thought that was the end of him. They were wrong. He escaped. Two months later, Mea lives in a new city under a new identity, Victoria Rosewood, her past buried, her trauma stitched together with therapy and distance. But he never stopped watching. Never stopped planning. Never stopped loving her in the way only a man obsessed can. Now he's back. And this time, it's not about getting her back. It's about making her feel everything he felt. The betrayal. The rejection. The humiliation. He doesn't want her love-he wants her shattered. Isolated. Hollowed out. A shell, just like he became without her. In his twisted world, this isn't revenge. It's balance. Because in Chris's mind, she didn't leave-she dismantled him. And in the Brown dynasty, ruin isn't mourned. It's repaid. In full. And without mercy.

She wasn't what he was used to....he had finally met his match.

The unraveling of secrets that ultimately destroy a family.

SEQUEL TO METAMORPHOSIS. MY WORKS #2 Kali stared blankly ahead, letting a few seconds of silence take over her conversation. She took a breath before speaking... "Sometimes, angels need saving too." NINARMANI. 2021.

'𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮' ཐི♡ཋྀ

Allure...to powerfully attract or charm; tempt. It was the physical attraction that they believed kept them coming back, but in reality, it was more than that. Two broken souls, unaware to the fact the fix was one another.

[ 𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝙏𝙒𝙊 ] 𝙎𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙊 '𝐃𝐘𝐒𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀' "ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ! ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜰɪɴᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜᴘ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɴᴀɪʀᴏʙɪ!" "ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏᴄᴛᴀᴠɪᴜꜱ!" "ʏᴏᴜᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ! ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ꜱʜɪᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʟʟ!" ʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ. "ɪᴛꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ! ɪᴛꜱ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ! ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ-" "ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴᴛ, ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʏ. ʀɪɢʜᴛ?" 𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓 x 𝖗𝖎𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 ʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ʸᵃˡˡ 𝙏𝙒: 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙜𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 & 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖. cover by author.

India Manory thinks life in Queens, New York will never change. It's the same routine, same bullshit she has to put up with. But can one faithful month change her whole perspective on life itself? "Same people, same expectations. There's no room for change. Change is just another way of saying 'Hey this is how things are whether you like it or not. Get used to it or get the fuck out.'" I kicked the dried up mud off of my black and white Converses. "Let me change your mind." Chris pulled his lips into his mouth, extending the length of his cheeks bones and causing two indents to form on the sides of his freckled face. "How do you suppose you're gonna do that?" I furrowed my brows and faced him, seeing his promising expression which intrigued me. "Give me a month. I bet I can change your life." A sly smirk tugged on his full lips. "For better or for worse?" "Only one way to find out."