"The Prince may love her, and she may share the same name, but this girl is no Grace Kelly" ~~~ Working class, black, and insecure. The opposite of the British princess stereotype. But Grace Roberts might just change the rules when she meets a handsome classmate with a huge secret.

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.

They say he was a quiet man- someone who never spoke much in a crowd, who never laughed out loud, not even at a clown. But that never made sense to Sheir. Because the man she knew never knew how to shut up. Zien Silas Abarico was always the loudest when she was in the room... and the quietest when she wasn't. He memorized every part of her by heart, uttering her name, Sheir Rachel Dolina, as if it were the most delicate crystal- too fragile for anyone to touch, not even him. Their friendship was perfectly imperfect. He was whole; she was empty. She liked him. He didn't- or at least, that's what she chose to believe. But still, they clicked. He filled every broken part of her, sealed all the cracks, soothed the bruises she hid so well- only for him to break them apart again, worse than they were before. Now, she can't even pick up the pieces he made because the cut stings so bad it hurt. So how can they go back to the friendship they made after all the pain they caused? How can they look in each other's eyes and pretend like the years they spend was just a fleeting memory? Can things really go back to the way they were? Or will they have to accept that not all friendships are meant to last... And not all love is meant to be known? Because some stories are just meant to be left- Unsaid. And unheard. Start: 7/31/25 End: 8/18/25