A quiet librarian that becomes fixated on a troubled girl named Tori who uses the library to escape her chaotic home life. What starts as protection turns into control. Meanwhile, a pattern of missing girls tied to the library begins to surface...and Tori realizes she might be next...or that she's already in too deep to leave. "Is love still love when it traps you"

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Some battles are fought on the Senate floor. Others are fought in the quiet space between heartbeats. Senator Kamala Harris has built her career on precision-every word calculated, every move deliberate, every wall exactly where she wants it. She doesn't do messy. She doesn't do complicated. She doesn't do unpredictable. And she absolutely does not do Senator Aoi Michie Stone. Arizona's golden girl. The woman who makes politics look effortless, who charms a room before she's finished walking into it, who has somehow made a cat with an Instagram account part of her political brand. Kamala can't stand her. The ease of her. The warmth of her. The way she looks at Kamala like she's a puzzle she already knows how to solve. When party leadership forces them to co-author the most high-profile bipartisan bill of the year, both senators agree on exactly one thing: this is going to be a disaster. They're right. Just not in the way they expected. Two women who are too smart to fall in love and too stubborn to stop it. They navigate the dangerous territory between rivalry and respect, and the even more dangerous ground just beyond it. What happens when the person who gets under your skin the most is the only one who really sees you? Nancy Pelosi is watching. The clock is ticking. And somewhere between the screaming matches and the stolen glances, the carefully constructed walls are starting to show cracks. Neither of them planned this. Both of them are losing.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Kamala Harris has the life she always wanted-or at least the life she is supposed to want. A successful law firm. A husband. A family. Then Barack Obama walks into her office. Brilliant, broke, divorced, and impossible to ignore, he is everything Kamala should not want. What begins as tension and sharp words slowly turns into something far more dangerous. Because some choices ruin everything. And some people feel like the wrong kind of right. This story is a work of fanfiction created solely for entertainment purposes. It is entirely fictional and is not intended to represent real events, real relationships, or the actual thoughts, actions, or lives of any public figures or individuals portrayed. Any similarities to real people or situations are purely coincidental or used in a fictionalized manner. No harm, disrespect, or offense is intended toward any person, family, organization, or community. This story is written with creative intent only.

Book I of the "A More Perfect Union" series. Kamala Harris is the district attorney of San Francisco. Valentina Días is a high end escort who knows all about politicians. Discretion in this arrangement is vital, and so is following the terms of their arrangement. Please note that this story is entirely fictional, and though it is based on real public figures, the events and characters are entirely fantasy, dramatized and for pure creative purposes only. AS MUCH AS I WISH KAMALA HARRIS HAD HERSELF A HOT GIRLFRIEND IN REAL LIFE, I'm just having a little giggle over here.

In a world on the brink of collapse, President Kamala Harris faces the impossible. During a devastating war between the United States and the Middle East, a shocking proposal emerges: peace in exchange for marriage. Bound by duty but driven by her convictions, Kamala must confront a choice that challenges everything she stands for-her freedom, her identity, and her past. Forced into an arrangement she never wanted, she enters a union built on politics... not love. But as two worlds collide and tensions slowly shift, something unexpected begins to grow. As pressure mounts and lives hang in the balance, one question remains: What if the price of peace... leads to a love she never saw coming?

Say Yes: Solana Houston, a gifted chef and former R&B singer fighting her way out of a toxic relationship, finds unexpected hope when Vice President Kamala Harris visits her restaurant. What begins as a simple small-business stop turns into a quiet connection neither woman can ignore. This story contains violence, drug abuse, physical abuse, and strong language. Please read with caution. This is an older story of mine, now rewritten and retold primarily from Solana's point of view, with expanded detail and improved storytelling.

Set in 2004, Kamala Harris, San Francisco's new district attorney crosses paths with Barack Obama who is California's newly elected senator. Their paths cross when Barack inserts himself with her first case as DA, that just happens to be a high-profile case. The case brings the two together in ways they both would have never imagined. Kamala - 30 Barack - 33

Kamala Harris and Gavin Newsom have never been friends. They've sparred over policy, undermined each other's initiatives, and turned California's political landscape into a battleground over the years. So when the President forces them to co-chair a criminal justice reform task force, their first instinct is to object-but neither of them can afford to say no. The mission is clear: overhaul the broken system, cut through political red tape, and deliver real change. The problem? They fundamentally disagree on how to do it. They can't stand each other, even if they maintain professional courtesy. And the public is watching, waiting for one of them to slip. The work is exhausting. The tension is suffocating. The long nights in windowless offices should be unbearable. But the more time they spend together, the more their arguments feel personal-not just because of policy, but because they're the only ones who challenge each other in a way no one else dares to. And hate has a way of unraveling into something else entirely.

What happens when Kamala Harris, the president, meets a businesswoman with a past that is the opposite of hers...