He entered her life, not invasively but actually at just the right time. There was no denying that they were made for one another. He's in her life; she's in his. He's part of her group, and she's part of his. He's real dark, but she's his missing light. He's in her mind, and she's in his.

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?

Kartier has to choose between being the princess of the "o" or choose the other side and be with the love of her life even if that means risking her life and freedom to be with him, will she choose his love over her family and friends ?

Ariana "Ari" Carter is a plus-size, mixed, shy 22-year-old college student who avoids attention like it's life or death. Darren "iShowSpeed" Watkins Jr. is the complete opposite: loud, chaotic, famous, and constantly surrounded by AMP, Clover House, and half the streaming world. Their paths were never meant to cross... until Ari accidentally walks into his livestream and the internet explodes. She never wanted to be seen. He can't stop noticing her. And one awkward moment becomes the spark neither of them expected.

"Why you always look so serious after church." Roman asked, his eyes low . "You just spent two hours talkin to God." Serene adjusts the strap of her bag, looking around to make sure no one saw them. "You shouldn't even be back here." He smiled at that. "You always say that shit." "I mean it," she said, but her voice was softer than she wanted it to be. Roman stepped close enough so she could smell the weed on him. "You mean it every Sunday, church girl." Her cheeks heated up from the slight embarrassment of him calling her that. "Don't call me that." He tilted his head. "Why not? That's what you are." "I'm not just that," she said a little defensive and unsure; she didn't know what she was, but she didn't want a boy she thinks is cute to think of her as just the quiet preachers daughter who was a square. His smile faded as his eyes narrowed and he tilted his head. "I know." Then, after a beat, "That's why I like you." Serene swallowed and her fingers tightened around her bible. "You shouldn't." "I know," licked his lips, his eyes dropping to her hands before trailing back to her face. "But here we are." ㅤꨄ︎ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ, ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴡ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ -Mariah the Scientist

"I sell percs"

He saved her life, and in return, she had to become his wicked witch. His chaos. His weapon. But being ride or die for someone like Wickman? That's a curse in itself. Because loyalty gets complicated when the devil wears the face of the man who owns you.

"I'm sorry for everything, mommy." he said watching as tears fell down her face.

She's a quiet BBW college girl who mind her business and stay out the way. They was never supposed to cross paths but once they do, danger, and love mixed with the streets. And when you fall for a man like him... there ain't no such thing as safe.

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀