"SHE WAS HIS WEAKNESS... HE WAS HER ESCAPE..." 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Leighton, the beautiful lonely girl, wrapped in luxury, and Dayvon, who's well known on the south side of Chicago, cross a forbidden line where desire defies loyalty, secrets that need to stay silence, and a love never meant to exist becomes impossible to hide. But somewhere between her diamonds and his demons, something sacred sparked. He touched parts of her heart money could never fill.

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

Love can sometimes be 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥, but the 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 of chasing your heart makes it feel so right.

"So you just wanna fuck me forever, and that's it, huh?" "I ain't say-" He sucked his teeth. "We already talked about this shit, Z." "Nah." She chuckled dryly. "You just keep shutting me out." "Why you doin' this to me, Ma?" He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Hm? Why you tryna fuck everything up?" • • • • • • 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 💌👻 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

Sanaa Wright is Miami's best HR fixer. When a company is falling apart, she's the one businesses call to clean up the mess and she delivers results in four months or less. So when one of her long-term clients asks her to rebrand his struggling lounge, she takes the job without hesitation. She just doesn't expect to walk in on day one and leave with a broken ankle-courtesy of one of his employees. Zaire Collins. Known across Miami as the protection, Zaire owns one of the top security firms in Florida, trusted to guard nightclubs, bars, and high-profile events. Control is what he does best. But the day he accidentally breaks Sanaa Wright's ankle changes everything. Determined to make it right, Zaire goes out of his way to take care of her... even if that means giving Sanaa more access to him than anyone else has ever had. And the closer they get, the harder it becomes to keep things strictly professional.

Hell on Wheels is a collection of urban imagines where love is explored, and every chapter ends a little differently than the last.

Clementine Carson prided herself on her self-control. Gave her-self a solid ten out of ten. She knew how to stay grounded and out of trouble... until the night she met Sympathy Groves... and all of that falls down.

"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."