"I say that I hate you with a smile on my face.." Wisdom Jefferson is known for her bad attitude and temper. After a bad fight, she now has to do 6 months of anger management classes and has to find a job. After weeks of searching, she's still at a dead end because no one wants to work with a teen who picks fights. That is until she applies for a diner and gets hired. All is well until she remembers that her manager is her longtime enemy. Jorja Hunters is an outgoing, activist and drummer. She's the one you call when you have a problem but seems to be always alone when she has one. All she wants to do is travel the world and showcase her talent. But she has no support from her overprotective parents which is why she ends up working at their diner with the girl who gives her a horrible headache, yet she seems to still have a crush on after many years. Old Title was "Favorite Crime"

Armani King is a successful and seemingly untouchable woman in the political playground of Washington, D.C. She runs a thriving charity organization, her twins are preparing for college, and the icing on the cake is her marriage to famed Congressman Nathan King. But behind the polished façade, her marriage is falling apart. Everything shifts when Nathan launches his reelection campaign and hires Minah Savoy, his new PR manager. Minah is sharp-witted, ambitious, and fearless-a young queer strategist who is exactly what Nathan needs for a successful run... and exactly what Armani never knew she needed for herself. From late-night conversations behind closed doors to whispered declarations in the sanctity of Minah's bed, to the full-blown public scandal that threatens to unravel everything, their journey forces them to confront the truth, their identity, and their courage. A Scandal With the Press is the story of two Black women fighting for joy in a world that thrives on tearing them apart, and learning that loving openly might be the bravest act of all.

At a prestigious HBCU where reputation is everything, Imani Brooks has mastered the art of control. Beautiful, polished, and untouchable, she moves through campus like she owns it-protected by status, surrounded by loyalty, and never letting anything get close enough to matter. Until Amara Lewis. Quiet, observant, and soft in a way the campus doesn't reward, Amara keeps her world small-hidden inside the pages of her journal, where honesty feels safer than reality. But when a single moment turns into something neither of them can ignore, lines begin to blur. Late-night conversations turn into lingering touches. Lingering touches turn into something harder to deny. And just when it starts to feel real- It gets exposed. When pieces of Amara's private journal are leaked across campus, her feelings become public, her vulnerability becomes entertainment, and Imani is forced to choose between her image... and the girl she was never supposed to care about. Because some love stories stay soft. And some leave marks that never fade.

Tiari Oaklynn is used to marble floors, private drivers, and being loved on sight. Brooklyn Ross is used to bruises, discipline, and fighting for every spot she has. When a spoiled fashion hopeful is forced into an off-campus apartment with the campus basketball star, luxury collides with loyalty. What begins with attitude, pride, and accidental care turns into tension neither of them know how to name. But heartbreak, jealousy, and family scars will force both women to choose-grow up, or lose each other. Wlw Black lesbian Urban wlw

Salae Amira Bennett came to college with a plan. Graduate. Become a neonatologist. Keep her hair laid, lip gloss popping, and maybe find a girlfriend that actually treats her right for once. Simple. But moving into an off-campus house near Peachtree State University with five strangers quickly proves that nothing about college is simple. Especially when one of those strangers is Aaliyah "Liyah" Monroe. Tall. Calm. Flirty. Annoyingly observant. And for some reason... always staring at Salae. At first they can't stand each other. Too many smart comments. Too much tension. Too many arguments in the kitchen at 2AM. But the more time they spend in the same house, the harder it becomes to ignore the pull between them. Between messy friends, ex drama, jealousy, late night confessions, and emotions neither of them fully understand... Salae and Liyah might realize something dangerous: Sometimes the person you swear you'd never fall for... is already unintentionally yours.

"I don't know how to do this." He was almost embarrassed to admit it. "I ain't been right with you in a long time, but I'm gon' ask anyway. Please don't take her from me." His plea cracked something open inside of his chest. "I know I ain't a good man. I done did some shit that I can't take back and I can't make it right. But she is, she's good. She's the light in so many places I didn't know were dark." "So if there's a price that needs to be paid for all the pain that I have caused in this word and done onto others put it on me. I'll pay it. I swear I will. I'll protect her with my last breath. I'll listen and heed her warnings. I'll slow down and come home more and stop thinking that I'm alone in this world." "Just please let my baby wake up. I love her, I'm in love with her and I can't do this without her. If waking her up means I got to sacrifice letting her go so she can be safe. I'll do that. Just don't take her from this earth." "In Jesus name I pray. Amen."

"𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔"

"D?" "Yes, baby." I lowered my gaze to the floor. "I... I'm turned on. I... I don't know if I'll be able to sleep like this." He hummed softly. "What would you want me to do?" I stared at him. I didn't know what to say. He took a step forward. "Amoya, tell me what you want." I gulped. He gripped my chin, forcing my eyes to his. He brushed his lips against mine, teasing me. "Umm, I-I," the words got stuck in my throat. He titled my head, and placed his lips to my ear. "Do you want me to make you come?" My movements stilled. Between my legs clenched. My mouth opened, but no words came out. He smirked, slow and deliberate. "I'll take that as a yes." ______________________________________ He was dangerous. Too dangerous for a girl like me. I grew up sheltered, protected by rules and curfews, watched by strict and dangerous parents who believed love was a distraction, boys were trouble and power and control was everything. And then he came - dark, sharp, and everything I was warned to stay away from. One look from him and every rule I'd ever known began to blur. Every warning turned to a whisper I no longer cared to hear. Because I'd already fallen for him. This man - in a cruel twist of fate - was my father's rival. And he was forbidden.

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺.... 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦.... 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿.