"You always got everybody else to worry about." Saint pulled her a little closer. "Yeah." His eyes stayed on hers. "But you the one I come home to." ⋆‧° ⋆ʚɞ⋆˚࿔ ° ⋆ Magnolia Avenue follows Sloane, an eighteen-year-old girl from Atlanta who gets sent to live with family on Magnolia Avenue after her home life falls apart. What starts as a temporary escape turns into something bigger as she gets pulled into a tight-knit neighborhood full of loyalty, secrets, street politics, and people who look out for each other. The one person she can't quite figure out is Saint, the man everybody respects, everybody knows, and nobody seems able to explain. The longer she stays, the deeper Magnolia Avenue starts feeling less like a street and more like home.

Artist stared at the girl, a little longer than he meant too before she noticed. "You always looking at me. You don't ever wanna do nothing else?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows at him. He smiled at her, shaking his head no. He tightly pulled her into his grip. "Since I got you, I can't ever let you go." ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ She works two lives at once, serving tables by day and on the pole by evening while quietly building a future she refuses to let go of. Every shift brings her closer to her dream of owning her own restaurant, but also keeps her grounded in survival. He is a rising rapper with a presence too loud to ignore, constantly appearing in her orbit with a curiosity he cannot hide. In a city built on luxury, ambition, and unspoken truth, their paths collide in ways neither of them planned. What starts as observation turns into connection, and connection turns into something dangerously impossible to walk away from.

Milan Cozart lived on the low-end of Chicago. A part of the city that was unbeknownst to tourists, yet never seemed to leave the front cover of the news... for murders. In this cutthroat slice she called home, there was one rule: Show no mercy. However, when you hold the life of a notorious drug lord in your hands... you may find yourself hesitating. Milan knew the rule, but she also knew who Ramses Young was as well. The man had spared the life of her brother the night her parents had died. Now, he laid bleeding out in her arms. He was meant to die. Because of her, he lived. And, because of her, bodies would drop.

"𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. "𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭." 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

Kairo keep his heart locked up and his circle small. Ain't nobody ever broke through and he likes it that way. Then Zaire show up. " I don't like niggas" "Let me change that" "You lied to my fucking face " "Fuck baby I'm sorry please "

It's too late....