Demosthenes is king. A role that comes with responsibility, a palace, a kingdom and an ego the size of of it all. It takes little more than a miracle to raise his interest in anything, let alone anyone. Elpis, a humble fisherman and women's son, really has no intentions of searching for more than silver coins inside the walls of Euphranor, but when, completely by the accident, the Moirai saw the two happen upon each other, he is drafted into a world that is so far from his own, by a man who's soul is much darker than his own.

" I'm from the city, where you ain't gotta love to love." Running from his dark history of drugs and gang violence, Dakota and his young daughter seeks refuge with a family friend what will become of the two; love, happiness, or betrayal ..

She wasn't lookin' for love. Just peace, paper, and enough control to keep her world from fallin' apart again. Simone Parker is a single mom, bossed up and battle-tested, runnin' one of the hottest strip clubs in Miami with her best friend Naysha. Love? That door closed a long time ago. Until Marcello DeVoe walks in. Fresh outta Brooklyn with a body built for sin and a voice that slides over skin like smoke. He's dangerous, disciplined, and known in the streets for movin' weight and movin' silent. He didn't come to Miami for distractions. But Simone? She hit him like a storm he didn't see comin'. What starts off casual turns electric, late-night linkups, secret glances, and heat thick enough to drown in. No titles. No promises. Just good sex and a deeper connection they both pretend not to feel. But peace is hard to hold when the past won't let go. Simone's baby daddy, Alonzo, won't stop poppin' up, talkin' reckless and bringin' chaos like he still got access to her life. He's mad she moved on. Mad she ain't scared of him. Mad as hell there's a new savage in her bed who ain't about to play nice. Now Simone's caught between the peace she's built, the man her body craves, and the storm waiting outside her door. This ain't just love. This ain't just lust. This is survival, and somebody's gonna get burned.

𝑨𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔, 𝒎𝒚 𝓗𝓞𝓞𝓓 𝓑𝓐𝓑𝓨 ___ Ending kinda suck, soooo🤷🏽‍♀️ I don't know how to end books yall😭😭

"Hell yeah he threw it back. All I caught was feelings y'all."

Dorian Reed lives by reason. A disciplined law professor, his life is ruled by order-until one night he sees something he shouldn't. Diamond de la Vega lives by his own law. Powerful, dangerous, impossible to ignore-he finds Dorian, and instead of silencing him, makes him useful. What begins as blackmail becomes obsession. Caught between fear and desire, Dorian must decide which law to follow: the one in his mind, or the one in his heart.

Jamiri decided to not give no nigga another chance he was just gonna stay single for the rest of his life I mean that's what he thought

It wasn't until his boss gave him a chance and purpose in life once he was on edge, and giving up. Not knowing that one of those purposes to live soon became her husband, a man who absolutely hated gay men and gave him hell. Soon enough would Sincere become more than- THE ASSISTANT?

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.