"She not like the others, Ma. She real." Phoenyx spoke with conviction. "She makes me feel-" "Like a bitch." Persephone cut in, raising off of the couch. "You lettin' her soften you up. I ain't raise you to be no simp." "Forreal, Ma?" Phoenyx felt the heat rising to his face, a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "Why can't you just let me have this?" "Have what?" Persephone scoffed. "This shit ain't you. You gon' start actin' like somebody's fuckin' husband now? You think love gon' save you in these streets?" • • • • • • 𝙰 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎. ❤️‍🔥👻 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟹 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 (𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗-𝚘𝚏𝚏)

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐦...

Sarye "Riya" Knowles is a certified boss in every sense of the word. At just 32, she's built a brand from scratch after walking away from a toxic relationship and raising her daughter. By day, Sarye is a thriving entrepreneur running her own cosmetic company. By night, she's the unapologetic, witty voice behind the hit podcast "Pillow Talk & Real Sh*t", where she keeps it raw and unfiltered about love, relationships, sex - and why women need to love themselves first. She's known for her infamous line: "Sis... your man is NOT in prison! Stop glamorizing struggle love" Sarye knows the harsh reality of that life. But life gets real when her wild, brutally honest best friend and co-host Josalyn dares her - to write a prison pen pal. The topic? Whether love can really be found behind bars. Thinking it's harmless content and knowing full well it's against everything she believes, Sarye agrees. It's just a letter. A joke. A teachable moment. That't until she encounters Steffon "Street" Austin, a 35-year-old inmate serving time with 15 years left on his sentence. But what starts as playful dare quickly turns into long letters, raw vulnerability, and undeniable chemistry. Street isn't who she expected. Charming. Intelligent. Business-minded. A protective energy that makes her feel safe - even from behind bars. Their connection is instant but layered with complications. Soon, Sarye finds herself sneaking to the mailbox like a teenager, rearranging her beliefs, and questioning everything she's ever preached to her listeners.

Follow Tatum and Sloane as their journey continues. Love is tested, loyalty is questioned, and the past refuses to stay buried. Secrets come to light, some powerful enough to pull them closer and others sharp enough to tear them apart. With every truth revealed, the line between trust and betrayal blurs, and survival of their bond, their peace, and maybe even themselves is not promised.

Jahaira Maddox is a quiet librarian who prefers a life free of drama, but her world is turned upside down when she learns that her father took out a shark loan from the infamous mafia family, the Sinclairs. Landon Sinclair is dangerous, and the only way she can get him off her back is to... accept his invitation to dinner?

Sequel to My Lady Kimora Perez has always lived between two worlds: the privileged life she's built at NYU and the gritty streets of the Bronx she returns to every summer. But when she crosses paths with Darius, a skilled basketball player with a troubled past, everything changes. Tied to the streets but desperate to escape them, Darius sees something in Kimora that challenges everything he thought he wanted. Their undeniable chemistry forces Kimora to question everything-her family, her future, and her rules. Can she resist the pull between them, or will their worlds collide in a way she never expected?

Xavier West, a serial killer that lurked in the night and captured in the day with an IQ of 215. Who knew that a serial killer could be so smart, yet so dumb? In the year of 2016, he was finally caught after killing and dismembering teenage girls for six years. Serving life without parole in a maximum security penitentiary may not be what he wanted until he meets Sonni Buchanan, a correctional officer that takes him under her wing. Which was her first mistake and without realization until he was in her mind. 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 | 𝐦𝐞, @𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢 ᝰ.ᐟ

What's more dangerous-the boy who wrecked her, or the man he's become? He's back, dragging their past behind him, setting fire to everything she's rebuilt. Hatred is easy. Walking away? Impossible. ________________ Damn him. Damn him for looking at me like that. For touching me like that. For acting as though he cared, when his actions and words spoke volumes to the contrary. I stop walking. The silence between us stretches, pulling tight, thrumming with something I refuse to name. I turn my head, just enough to catch the shape of him in the dying light. He's still standing there, still watching, like he's waiting. I force my voice to stay steady, to cut through the distance between us with all the venom I have left. "I hate you, Skepta Aldridge."