I gazed up into her eyes, savoring the moment of closeness. "I'd do anything for you madam president." "Stop it." She said coyly, her cheeks still tingled pink. Were the words spoken on Election Day morning to Kamala by her wife. Now laying in bed watching Kamala finally sleeping and peacefully at that, she thinks back to the campaign trail journey. This is a fictional narrative set in an entirely imagined universe. While it may reference public figures, every characterization, conversation, and event is crafted for storytelling and does not reflect real life in any way. All scenarios are invented for storytelling purposes.

Frankie Delaney has nothing but a sharp tongue and a mountain of debt. So naturally, fate decides to drop her right into Lotus Strategies - an elite consulting firm run by people who think they're gods. Kamala Harris, the company's powerful and impossibly composed CEO, needs a companion to keep up appearances. And Frankie, for better or worse, is her only option. Kamala pays for silence. For presence. But when the contract stops feeling like just a contract, and the fight for control starts to look a lot like something else, Frankie finds herself in way deeper than she planned. AU. All characters and events are fictional.

Miss America tells the story of Kamala Harris's historic first term as the first woman President of the United States, navigating the challenges of leadership while keeping a passionate affair with her young, quick-witted assistant, Kori, under wraps until becomes bigger than they both anticipated. The narrative reveals the highs and lows of their romance, capturing the tension and intensity between the two women. 🗣 This story is a work of fan fiction created solely from my imagination for entertainment purposes. While it may contain public figures, and certain locations, all events, plot lines and characterizations are fictionalized for the narrative. No affiliation or endorsement is implied.

Yasmine and Kamala try to ignore what they shared is proving harder than either expected. Because what they had... never really ended. Some lines, once crossed, are impossible to redraw.