"Hey umm Sincere? Thank you for.. you know helping me back there." She said looking at his hair she had a bad habit of staring at people hair since she's a hair stylist it's always been a habit of hers, but she really liked his it was different you don't see hair like his in Birmingham a lot... "I ain't do it for you I just ain't want y'all to beat the nigga up and start a brawl in here." He said looking at all her features but mugging her at the same time. He was mad as fuck and didn't know why. "Well never mind then nigga!" She spouted, finally looking at his face features. She turned around ready to walk away and he grabbed her arm. "You mad or some?" He asked looking confused. "Yea nigga you act like you don't know how to just say you welcome." She said mugging him and he laughed. "What's funny?" She asked, confused. "You.. Let me ask you some, you mad that I didn't say you welcome or because I said I ain't do it for you?" "Obviously because you ain't say you welcome instead of all that extra stuff this conversation could've been over with." Lyric spouted watching him lick his lips staring down at her. "Maybe I didn't want the conversation to be over fast." He teased. "Well, if you just wanted to talk to me, you could've just said that too" Lyric joked, and they both laughed. "You welcome pretty and I wanna talk to you is that cool with you?" He asked smirking. "Is that why you been staring at me all night?" Lyric accused and just when he was about to respond they heard gunshots. Sin grabbed Lyric and put her in a room told her to stay on the floor and ran back out taking his gun out of his Nike Tech pants. ~ Lyric is an introverted girl from Birmingham Alabama with a mental illness that prevents her from leaving her house. What happens when she meets Sincere a persistent hood dude from Florida who just wants to be whatever she needs him to be.

In the heart of South Philly, where sirens sing lullabies and loyalty can get you killed, Zion Carter is a man trying to outrun his past. Once the go-to for the city's deadliest plug, he walked away after his little brother died from the same poison he used to push. Now sober, silent, and scarred, Zion is fighting for peace until he meets her. Raina Ellis is the kind of beautiful that makes men lose their minds, but she's spent her whole life trying not to lose hers. Raised in the system, shaped by abuse, and numbed by the pills she swore she'd quit, she's got a body built to distract and a heart too bruised to touch. Love? That's not in her vocabulary. Survival is. When their worlds collide in a smoky club, it's supposed to be nothing. A stare. A spark. A mistake. But what begins as curiosity becomes connection, and what should've been temporary turns tender. Together, they navigate the sharp edges of trauma, addiction, and the streets that still want blood. But the block don't let go easy. And loving someone while you're learning how to save yourself? That's the real war.

Rumi "Rue" Monroe was a girl who grew up too quick and too soon. When her parents died, all she had left was herself, her overworked aunt, and bills they could never quite outrun. Fresh out of a relationship after catching her man in bed with another woman, Rue is exhausted working herself to the bone, drowning in responsibilities, and done with men altogether. She keeps her head down, minding her business, praying life gives her something better than struggle and disappointment. She isn't looking for love, danger, or anything that can break her again. Until she meets him. Nazir "Naz" Creed is the coldest man in the city a quiet storm with a reputation that speaks louder than he ever needs to. Running the streets with his brothers built him an empire people fear and respect in equal measure. Naz moves with precision, loyalty, and violence when necessary, and he's never cared about much outside money, power, and keeping his circle alive. But then he sees Rue. What starts as a chance encounter turns into a collision neither of them can walk away from. Rue's sweetness clashes with Naz's darkness, her broken hope meets his guarded heart, and suddenly the city's coldest man finds himself warming to the one girl who wasn't looking for him in the first place. And the streets? The streets don't like when the wrong people start caring about each other.

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."

𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣. © 𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗦

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

An autistic girl sheltered her whole life gets a taste of danger once she meets a thug named Santiago Perez. ​Santiago "Ghost" Perez set his eyes on Zari one time and has never left her alone since "Checkin' your location, I'm wishin' I was close to you I left my heart on the West End, I can't wait to get home to you"

At twenty-three, Kori thought she had love all figured out: steady boundaries, clear intentions, no room for chaos. But then there's Three. Three's twenty-five with a heavy past and an even heavier heart. The streets taught him to move ruthless, but one look at Kori had him rethinking everything. What starts as a friendship becomes calls that run too long and rides that don't end at the curb. Three falls first while Kori keeps drawing lines he's ready to cross. He's learning to heal. She's learning to trust. Together they're walking a line between danger and devotion. Where every laugh, every glance, every silence feels like more than it should. This isn't just a love story. It's a slow burn in real time with two hearts circling the fire, daring each other to step closer.

"See, this is exactly why I wish we never met. You came into my life and you just keep shaking everything up!" She stressed, her stomach rumbling with rage. He only stared before his lips twitched into a smirk. "You don't even believe that dumb ass shit." --- She thought running would set her free, but freedom came with a price she wasn't sure she was ready to uphold. She ran from one trap straight into another. Dreams of dancing slip through her fingers when survival forces her into a world she would have to endure. She's dragged into the dark corners of Onyx city and life is nothing as she knew it. Then he appears. A boy who feels different, who makes her believe she might have more to live for than pain. Unfortunately, in the streets nothing is ever as it seems. Every bond comes with secrets, every touch with consequences. And when betrayal cuts deeper than love, she'll learn the hard way what it really means to be slimed out. STARTED; September 18th 2025 PUBLISHED; September 27th 2025

"She never asked to be chosen second. He never asked to love soft." Ka'Lani Simone Harris spent her whole life watching boys pick her brownskin twin, Imani, first. Every text, every glance, every "you cute but..." - it all ended the same. But when Juelz Amir Thompson steps into her world - quiet, tattooed, hood-smart, and realer than any man she's known - he flips her entire mindset. Only... Ka'Lani ain't sure if he really sees her, or just another shadow of her sister. Juelz got demons. A past that moves quiet but dangerous. And love? That shit was never part of the plan. But Ka'Lani pulls something out of him nobody's ever touched - not his exes, not his block, not even his blood. Now the city watching. Girls throwing shade. Secrets resurfacing. And his enemies? They don't like seeing him soft. But love like this? Ain't soft. It's bold. It's bruised. And it refuses to be background. This ain't no fairytale. This is hood love