He was never meant to survive the bond-let alone fall in love. Nineteen-year-old Kasani never imagined that being chosen by the most feared of the Ten Lords would unravel his entire world. Alo is not just a ruler-he is death incarnate, dominant, ruthless, and wholly incapable of softness. And yet, fate has bound them together in a soul-deep connection neither can escape. Thrown into a palace of shadows and cruelty, Kasani is expected to submit, to obey, and to bear Alo's heirs. But he's not the weak, fragile thing Alo assumes. With fire in his heart and defiance in his blood, Kasani resists-until resistance turns into obsession, and obsession turns into a love that terrifies them both. As secrets unfold, as war simmers in the corners of their world, and as Kasani's body begins to carry the impossible-new life-he and Alo must face what it means to truly belong to someone. Through brutal arguments, twisted desires, raw vulnerability, and heartbreaking tenderness, they learn that love isn't always soft... sometimes, it's sharp enough to bleed. Dark. Addictive. Sensual. A fantasy romance for readers who crave intense power dynamics, queer love stories, and the kind of bond that bends but never breaks.

/ˌserənˈdipədē/ (n.) To find something good without looking for it "they annoying," I said quietly. He leaned on the counter beside me, close enough I could feel his shoulder. "yeah," he murmured, eyes soft. "but I'm only here for you anyway." ⚠️CHAPTERS ARE BEING EDITED⚠️

Second book to Crazy Story. •••• Karmelo never expected to make it past sixteen. Growing up on the streets, But now he is 21 and alive rather than just living. Now in college he navigates through life trying to find himself while he deals with feelings for his ex crush and old friend, Kasai. And deals with the feelings of not feeling like he's good enough to repay his parents and make them happy. •••• Kasai is now in college and going to therapy trying to do better and understand his feelings and life better. He tries to make things better between Melo and maybe be friends while he also denies his feelings for the older male that may have never left. •••• Start: Sun, 15 Jun 2025, 8:21 End: Sat, 30 August 2025, 12:02 I suggest you read Crazy Story before this one. Enjoy.🌚

"A bet was all i was to you Ameri?" Genesis says with hurt in his voice. "I don't know how you believe I would actually date you." Ameri laughed.

"I don't know, he's just different."

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

With his life dedicated to the streets, Fetti didn't have time nor the energy for anything else. Determined, cold, and calculated described him when it came to how he moved getting money. He had it all. That is until life took an unexpected turn leaving him to face the consequences. The only thing on Zaytona mind is taking care of his daughter and getting money. But with living in two different states and dealing with a baby mama from hell, it's hard for him to be the good father he's desperately trying to be. When the two worlds collide, things get a little bit messy and very hostile.

In which, Noah becomes Mar's white boy.

"like you said this shit forever i don't see me getting tired of you."

"Let me get yo' number." I said and he looked back at me with surprise. "Why? You gay?" He asked and I laughed. "Nigga, you my new studio person. I want to stay in contact," I explained and he nodded. "Oh. Cause I could've sworn you were flirtin' wit' me." He muttered and I grinned. "Don't take it to heart, I jus' be bored," I said and he typed in his number. "Well, don't joke wit' me cause I'm really like that." We made eye contact again and a smirk gifted my lips. "Mm," I licked my lips and he bit his. "Bye Tariq. I'll save your number as asshole." He went back to his computer. "And I'll save yours as big ass," he laughed. "See, you provin' my point. Bye." He waved good-bye at me. Asshole: Goodnight ____ It's a lil lame ik buttt Read to find out more !😝😙 Trigger warnings inside the book