‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Nour Delour doesn't chase men. She crafts them. Shapes their desire with oils, honey, blood, and flame. In her Harlem candle boutique, every scent has a spell, every wick a whisper of old Southern rootwork passed down from women who knew how to make love feel like a fever. So when Rajah Thomas--the ex who ghosted her, walks by her shop window with his new girl on his arm, Nour doesn't cry. She gets even. She carves his name into wax, mixes it with her own essence, then lights the candle her grandmother warned her never to use: the 𝗪𝗮𝘅 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁. It doesn't just draw Rajah back--it 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘴 him. And this time, he returns with wet eyes, trembling hands, and a craving he can't explain. He's starving for her aroma, her skin, her darkness. He says her name like a prayer. Cries when she lets him taste her. Tells her he'll never leave again. But obsession has a cost, and magic always demands balance. As the flame burns lower, Rajah unravels. He starts sleeping outside her door. Sobbing when she doesn't answer. Losing jobs, friends, time. As for Nour? She's not untouched. She's sweating through her sheets. Moaning his name in her sleep. Bleeding from places that shouldn't bleed. The spell has tethered them by more than lust--it's welded their souls into something unnatural, and if she tries to break it, 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩. Still, there's a part of her--the part that wanted this--that isn't ready to let go. Because this love? It's not soft. It's not safe. It's 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆. @GLOSSNEILES ON THE COVER ART.

"Only the strong survive, this ain't for the weak." After an eight year prison sentence, Justice Bennett is finally home. Even though he's thankful to be out, he's still trying to figure out how to navigate the world and focus on finding his purpose in life. Unfortunately, things aren't that simple and life begins to throw curve balls his way. Will he crack under pressure or will he be able to stay ten toes down and use his strength to push through? Ended: October 10th, 2023 Revamped | Republished: January 20th, 2025

"I made the decision to cheat on my wife because I liked the way you made me feel vulnerable and comfortable enough to open up to you the night before it happened. I ain't never did shit like that before and that's what made it easy for me to choose to risk everything I got for you." "That shit probably not a big deal to you but a nigga like me ain't never opened up to nobody but my best friend-and still..that's rare. I hate even talking about her with you but I don't even feel comfortable talking to Ariana about my feelings 'cause I know she gon' judge me. You don't make me feel like that."

Love is the one memory that one could never, ever, forget; because even if one has lost its mind, the feeling of love will always remains in the heart; curing every emotion to ever be felt. The antidote to it all.

𝐁 𝐎 𝐎 𝐊 𝟏 𝐁 𝐖 𝐖 𝐌 𝐃 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐏 𝐎 𝐕 ☆ ☆ ꨄ ꨄ ☆ ☆ "𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." ☆ ☆ ꨄ ꨄ ☆ ☆ She's a middle type of girl. A mix of both worlds, surviving off of a small part-time library job. An encounter with the wrong people in an alleyway leads her into learning things about her past. Adding to the confusion, there's only one person with the answers to her questions. The mafia is a dangerous and cruel world. Sin reeking off of every member. Valentina's worse, she just hasn't realized it yet. She's been stuck with a wicked man for a while now and she's managed to learn things from that time. Things that'll help her survive. The Mafia was never new to him. It's all he's ever known, the Italian mafia was crashing down and he had to make a rational decision. All he could do is hope that he doesn't make a huge mistake. ☆ ☆ ꨄ ꨄ ☆ ☆ "𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚." ☆ ☆ ꨄ ꨄ ☆ ☆ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐀 𝐑 𝐓 𝐄 𝐃 ~ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 - 𝟎𝟑 - 𝟑𝟏 𝐅 𝐈 𝐍 𝐈 𝐒 𝐇 𝐄 𝐃 ~ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 - 𝟎𝟖 - 𝟎𝟏