Aurora Fletcher thought she had seen it all. As a psychiatric nurse, she's spent years helping people navigate trauma, addiction, grief, and the darkest moments of their lives. Then David Blackwell is admitted to her unit under a fake name. A man haunted by nightmares he refuses to talk about and a past he can't escape. Aurora knows he's hiding something. What she doesn't know is that David Blackwell is one of the most powerful and feared men in the city-and four years ago, he lost everything when his three-year-old daughter, Dove, was killed. Now he's left carrying a grief that never healed, memories that won't let him sleep, and a guilt he can't outrun. The closer Aurora gets to him, the harder it becomes to ignore the man beneath the reputation. But David has enemies. Aurora has boundaries. And some secrets are dangerous enough to destroy them both. He was supposed to be her patient. She was never supposed to become his reason to keep living.

Aujani Mitchell has never believed motherhood should depend on whether a man chooses to marry her. At twenty-seven, she has built a life she is proud of-a successful career as a pediatric nurse, financial stability, a close family, and enough love to give the child she has always wanted. After months of researching sperm banks and anonymous donors, Aujani realizes she cannot bring herself to choose a stranger. She wants to know her child's medical history, their family, and the kind of man responsible for half of who they will become. There is only one person she trusts that deeply. Her best friend, Cartier Moore. Cartier has been beside Aujani since fifth grade. They have grown up together, shared clothes, secrets, arguments, firsts, heartbreaks, and every version of themselves in between. He is also a devoted father, a successful businessman, and the one man Aujani knows would never abandon his child. But when she asks Cartier to help her have a baby, he makes one thing clear-he is not interested in being a donor. If they create a child together, he will be the daddy. Five months later, an appointment is booked, their plan is in motion, and the friendship that has survived almost everything begins changing in ways neither of them expected. Morning sickness brings Cartier closer. Late-night cravings become routine. Baby names, tiny clothes, doctor appointments, and quiet moments start feeling far more intimate than friendship should. Cartier falls first. Aujani does not realize she is falling until the man she has known nearly her entire life starts looking at her differently-and she begins looking back.

Lenora Amani Buckles was just sixteen when she fell in love with eighteen-year-old Damani Desean Gaulden. Her parents didn't approve of the relationship, but Lenora's heart was set-she refused to let anyone's opinion stop her from being with him. That love was tested early when Damani's past choices caught up with him, landing him in jail with a five-year sentence. The news shattered Lenora. She fell into a deep sadness but still remained loyal. She visited him regularly, made sure he was fed and clothed, and stood by him more than anyone expected from someone so young. But everything changed when she found out he was cheating on her-from behind bars. Hurt and betrayed, Lenora cut ties immediately, deciding she would never again sacrifice herself for someone who wouldn't value her. With time, she healed. She focused on her education, her future, and rebuilding her sense of self. Four years later, now in college and living in a dorm, she had left that chapter behind-or so she thought. In the middle of cleaning her room, her phone lit up with a jail call. She refused to answer. The next morning, another call came. This time, she picked up. Ten seconds of heavy silence passed before she heard her old nickname: "Nora." She hesitated, then quietly replied, "Hello." Damani told her he was being released a year early. She could only respond with a cautious laugh and a doubtful "okay." After everything, she wasn't sure what the future held... But from that moment on-what came next felt like the beginning of a different story. A fairytale, waiting to unfold.

Alexis unintentionally falls for her brothers friend..little does she know what she's getting herself into. Arifletcher x Daveeast

Urban. Mylachi moves from NJ to VA. Will being the New Girl count for something? Or will she fall for anything? cover by @triceynexttdoor

She learned early how to seal things away. Emotion filed down, expression kept neutral, desire folded so neatly it almost disappears. She gives nothing unless it's earned, and even then, only in pieces. Control isn't armor to her, it's instinct. He is cut from the same discipline. Composed, unreadable, careful with what he reveals and even more careful with what he wants. His restraint isn't coldness; it's calibration. He knows exactly how much to show and exactly when to stop. Between them, nothing rushes. It pulls. What lives here is not loud. It's contained. Pressurized. Waiting. Eclipsed moves in shadows , where longing is disciplined, connection is measured, and the most powerful moments happen in what's withheld. In a world that rewards exposure, they choose control, even as the gravity between them threatens to close the distance they've both sworn to keep. Some connections don't demand attention. They draw it in.

Kason "Khotic" Brewster never planned on living long. At seventeen, he buried both of his parents in the same week. His mother died instantly in a car crash. His father held on just long enough to make Kason promise one thing before he passed. Take care of your brother and sister. So that's exactly what he did. Twelve years later Khotic is the man the streets call when things get ugly. Feared. Respected. Untouchable. Everything he does is for the two people depending on him to make it out of the life he's stuck in. He's content with that. Until Beauty Cardwell crashes into his world. Bee is nothing like the women Khotic usually deals with. She's a twenty-five-year-old brain surgeon, a child prodigy who finished school before most people finished learning who they were. She's blunt, literal, and socially awkward in ways people don't always understand. Diagnosed with high-functioning autism, Bee doesn't believe in pretending to be something she's not. She says exactly what she means. And for some reason... Khotic likes that. What starts as a chance meeting turns into something neither of them expected. Bee sees the man behind Khotic's reputation. The older brother trying to keep his promise. The boy who never got the chance to grieve. And Khotic sees something in Bee that the world keeps missing. But loving a man like Khotic means stepping into a life Bee was never meant to be part of. Enemies. Loyalty. Violence. The kind of danger that doesn't care how smart you are. And Khotic knows one thing for sure. Good girls like Beauty Cardwell aren't supposed to fall for men like him.

" I don't even like you like that." Her face scrunched up in disgust watching water drip from curls in his hair. " 'Cause you love me. Just like I love you." He retorted with a grin, disregarding the deflecting she was doing. --- They were two sides of the same city-until one move split them down the middle. Elijah and London were inseparable once, bonded by childhood summers, beat-up bikes, and secrets too deep for anyone else to know. Unfortunately, when Elijah's mom packed up and moved her family across Onyx to a rival neighborhood, everything changed. She always thought when she spoke to him again he would've changed like her. She was witty, sarcastic, and had a low tolerance, but he was still the same calm , sweet, cute boy with a heart the size of the sun. Some things haven't changed. Some things never change. The pull between them, the memories that still burn etched marks in their brain, and the words they never said out loud. In a world where loyalty can be life or death, and love isn't always enough to cross old lines, Elijah and London find themselves circling each other again. --- STARTED; MAY 26th, 2025 PUBLISHED JUNE 6th, 2025 FINISHED; SEPTEMBER 27th 2025

And I hate that you don't think I belong to you.

ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs, ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇs ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - ᴋᴇʜʟᴀɴɪ