Before the crowds screamed his name, before the league talks and the magazine covers, he met her. Calista Marchand. Not the kind of girl you run game on. She was sharp where it counted, soft only when she wanted to be. Real Brooklyn - pretty in the face, slick with the mouth, and solid with her hands if you stepped wrong. She kept her circle small, her loyalty tighter. The kind of woman who knew how to turn silence into safety and side-eyes into shut-ups. Men feared her. Girls tried to be her. She didn't chase, didn't fold, didn't need nobody. Until Ibrahim Montaigne walked into her life like he had all the time in the world. He didn't come with sweet nothings or flashy promises - just steady presence. Intent in his eyes, patience in his chest, and something rare behind the way he looked at her. Like he saw through the polish and the fire, like he knew the woman behind the defense. He didn't try to tame her. He studied her. Let her be exactly who she was. The shift was slow. She still fought when needed, still had a rep in the streets and in the salon chair. But somewhere between nursing exams and late-night block parties, she started saving parts of herself just for him. The quiet parts. The delicate ones. The ones nobody else got close to. And when she crossed that graduation stage, RN-BSN stitched behind her name and her grandmother crying in the crowd - he bragged harder than anyone. Didn't care who was listening. Forget MVP, forget the championship rings. She was the win. She was the headline. The girl from Brooklyn with spitfire in her lungs, gold in her smile, and a softness only he ever got to see. This isn't a story about being chosen. It's about choosing each other. No fairytales. Just Brooklyn grit and a love that never let go.

"𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐋, 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀 𝐅𝐀 𝐌𝐄?" Started : 6/3/25 Published:12/6/25

"I knew I was in love from the first time we met"

"I know I ain't perfect, but you know I'm still gon' try"

"When I'm with you, I get the feeling"

I will cross the ocean for you I will go and bring you the moon I will be your hero, your strength Anything you ne- Scratch that No, the fuck I won't !

❝ A journey with Kasiani as she finds harmony, peace, and safety in the arms of the man who once led her life recklessly, and together, they rebuild a better future. ❞ Published: Jul 29th, 2025 Status: Ongoing Rankings🏅: 🥇 in Freaky 🥉 in Urban #4 in Toxiclove

Harlem nights never sleep-and neither do secrets. When Nevaeh Jordan walks into Rhodes Ink & Fade on a drunken whim, she doesn't expect the quiet, tattooed artist in the back to leave a permanent mark on more than just her skin. Malachi Rhodes is the kind of man who keeps his past buried beneath ink and silence... until her smile starts digging things up. She's the judge's daughter. He's the man that judge once sentenced. And neither of them knows the truth-yet. Some roads lead to healing. Other roads lead to her.

Khysen Bennett grew up in the streets with a father who turned him into a soldier, not a son. Violence was all he knew, and loyalty to his dad, Kion Bennett, was the only way to survive. He never questioned orders, until his father told him to follow Saija Fletcher and take her out. She was supposed to be just another target, watching her, move, and pull the trigger, but the more Khysen watches her, the more he feels something he hadn't felt in forever, and that makes the job impossible. Now he's stuck between the only life he's ever known and the girl who makes him want better. With his anger always one call away from blowing up and his father watching his every move, Khysen has to figure out what's worth more - his loyalty or his heart, but in his world, turning your back on family can get you killed.