selia⁠ is a brilliant future lawyer who keeps her life as immaculate as her luxury penthouse, using absolute perfection to shield the quiet depression and raw adhd her old-money parents weaponized against her. doing hair is the only thing that calms her mind-until ⁠saint⁠, a heavy street figure with an untouchable empire, sits in her chair. he reads people for a living and instantly sees through her flawless mask. saint resolves to give her the unfiltered princess treatment she's starved for, but as his dangerous reality bleeds into her spotless sanctuary, she's forced to choose between her pristine future and a street-connected love that finally makes her feel seen.

Widening the door I seen him holding another bag, with flowers in his hand and a blunt behind his ear "really? More peace offerings?" "Ain't none wrong in that" I thanked him for it as I was raised with manners I placed the flowers on the counter alongside the bag not bothered to look inside and see what he got. "That's how you gon do me?" He asked pointing at the flowers on the counter. "I mean flowers really not cutting anything right now" I shrugged. "It better cause I came here to apologise" he walked over and stood in front of me with his tall ass self. "Mhm" I hummed ready to hear what he has to say. "Real shit though. I know I ain't really been on my shit cause I got other shit I'm dealing with so Ion really wanna put that onto you cause you'n deserve none of that. So I told you Ion wanna rush it so I don't become the man that don't treat you good" at this point he put his hand in mine and used his thumb to rub the back of my hand in circular motions. "So I wanna apologise for allat cause I ain't really tell you what's going on but Ion really wanna wait for that date no more". There was just some in his eyes that was getting me especially with his head being slightly tilted not even thinking of trying to break eye contact with me. "So what does that mean?"

Avery was raised on control. Taught to be poised, disciplined, have a routine, restraint. She was smart, Focused. Unshakeable. A patient in the psychiatric ward meant nothing to her personally. She was there to help. To follow protocol. To do her job. Cassian was a psychopath. Running the streets of Chicago ruthlessly. Cold-hearted. Clinically incapable of love. Until he saw Avery. The pretty nurse who kept her distance. Who never crossed lines. Who didn't realize she'd already been 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧. Are psychopaths really incapable of love?

"That's your fucking problem right there, Kai." "You want me to keep chasing you and I'm not doing that shit no more." He spat, looking into my eyes as I looked back into his. "You want to leave without letting me explain, then go ahead and leave, Kai." "I'm not stopping you." "But if you want this shit, Kai.." "Then come get it." He spoke sternly, unbuttoning his button down shirt as I stood there in shock, turning around completely to look up at him. Taking his shirt off, I watched as he stripped himself down as his muscular, tall, fit figure appeared and I can't say this man wasn't drop dead fine. Though I was so mad at him in this moment, my mouth dropped, looking at how good he looked. "I'm done chasing your ass, bruh." "You want me, come get me."

When Hurricane Katrina tore through New Orleans, it didn't just destroy homes-it destroyed lives, families... and the unbreakable bond between two best friends. Dejahnae and Kentrell were inseparable, the kind of connection that felt destined, unshakable. Until the storm came and ripped them apart without warning. In the chaos, they lost everything-including each other. Left with nothing but grief and unanswered questions, both were forced to survive in a world that no longer felt like home. Ten years later, survival looks different. Kentrell is now a chart-topping rapper, known for his raw lyrics and haunted sound-but behind the fame is a man still drowning in the past. The storm never really left him. Nightmares, guilt, and a pain he can't outrun follow him everywhere he goes. And no matter how far he's come, he never stopped searching for the one person he lost that night. Dejahnae, now a trauma therapist, has dedicated her life to helping others heal... even though she never truly healed herself. She's learned how to carry pain, how to bury it, how to smile through it-but not how to let it go. When fate unexpectedly brings them face-to-face again, the reunion isn't what either of them imagined. Because love didn't disappear that night... but trust did. Old wounds reopen, buried truths rise to the surface, and the question they've both avoided for years finally demands an answer- Did you leave me... or did I lose you? As past and present collide, Dejahnae and Kentrell must confront the storm that still lives inside them. Because this time, it's not just about finding each other again... It's about deciding if they can survive each other.

Two girls that are the complete opposite of eachother but just can't seem to stay away from one another. Juliet baldwin the hottest and richest girl in riverside high, a private school for the richest families. She's the captain of the cheer squad and is dating the co-captain of the football team Liam, your typical high school sweethearts. little did everyone know juliet has a secret that she herself might not even know. Ellie crawford a popular girl who is intersex that got a scholarship to riverside high. She's a somewhat of a nerd but the co-captain of the football team but still could pass as the hottest after juliet. She's a player and very cocky, ellie has trouble at home, being at school is her escape yet no one knows what she goes through except for one of her best friends. Mentions of : - bullying - abuse - smut - alcohol addiction - homophobic slurs

Vivian Vox has never believed in coincidence. At thirty-two, she has everything power, wealth, influence. People move when she speaks. Doors open before she reaches them. Control has always come easily. Then she meets Skylar Grey. Ten years younger, stubborn, sharp-tongued, and completely unimpressed by her, Skylar is everything Vivian isn't prepared for. What begins as an impossible attraction becomes something far more dangerous: love. The kind that consumes. The kind that changes people. The kind that hurts. Now married, they're building a life together but love isn't always enough. Secrets, fear, family expectations, and impossible choices threaten to pull them apart. Because Skylar Grey has never stopped fighting. And Vivian Vox has never learned how to let go. In the end, the question isn't whether they love each other. It's whether love will be enough to survive everything they've become.

in which, zoey becomes kentrell's second wife.