Alonzo "Xio" Ruins is the king of a world built on grit and cold calculation. In the heart of Compton, his name carries a weight that silences rooms and demands a dangerous level of respect. Xio has never encountered something he couldn't own, break, or bend to his will-until he sees Amara Soleil Young. Amara arrives from the sun-drenched shores of the Caribbean, a girl who carries the warmth of the islands in her eyes and an effortless innocence in her soul. She hasn't come for the city; she's come to say a final, heartbreaking goodbye to her grandmother. She is a soft light in a world Xio has only ever known to be dark. What starts as a flicker of curiosity for Xio rapidly spirals into a toxic obsession. To him, Amara isn't just a girl; she is a prize to be caged, a purity that he craves to claim as his own. As the summer heat rises, Xio weaves a web of influence around her, ensuring that every path Amara takes leads back to him. In the shadow of her grandmother's fading life, Amara finds herself trapped between her grief and a man whose love feels more like a sentence than a sanctuary. In the streets of Compton, she will learn that Xio's desire doesn't just burn-it consumes everything it touches.

"Even in the midst of all the noise, there will come a quiet that lets you finally breathe." Read and I promise you'll love it 💖🤭 *Completed* (April 2025 - January 2026)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Nour Delour doesn't chase men. She manufactures 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. 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄. @GLOSSNEILES ON THE COVER ART.

Harlem doesn't forgive debts - it collects. Xyla never asked to be part of her father's street mistakes, but when his debt comes due, she becomes the payment. Snatched from her normal life and dropped into a world ruled by corners, codes, and consequences, Xyla finds herself under the control of Onyx - better known in Harlem as East. East runs his block with silence and fear. He's respected, dangerous, and untouchable. Loyalty is his currency, violence is his language, and weakness gets you buried. Keeping Xyla was supposed to be business - nothing more than leverage. But Xyla isn't weak, and she refuses to bow to the streets that claim her. As Harlem closes in and enemies start circling, tension turns into temptation and hate turns into something neither of them planned. East is torn between the rules that made him and the woman who's breaking every one of them. Xyla must decide if survival means escaping him... or standing beside him. In a city where love is a liability and trust gets you killed, one thing is certain - some debts don't get paid in cash. They get paid in blood, loyalty... and desire.

"We fight like sistas' but yeah, we cousins." - Set in the 1930s, a loud Sharice and a curious Dari'Ann let a light along with smells guide them through the woods to, a juke joint. All eyes are set on them , 2 sets of couples to be exact. Cigar smoke , pheromones, and culinary smells all throughout the air through the night, the rest is history.

25 Year Old,Aujane Philishen was born into money..alot of money and even though it was optional to work she still went onto school to become an Detective. Shes now ranked in the top 10 of best Detectives in the state,however she felt like the fame was too much to handle,everywhere she went there was paparazzi in her face,paparazzi and media in her personal business all Aujane wanted was to escape from it With the help of her parents and some family members,they managed to find a house off of craigslist that was fit just for Jane.They never looked into what neighborhood she'd be staying in and that turned into a horrid mistake 27-year-old Yves Auclair is the heir of the Auclair Empire, notoriously known for their money hungry ways and being the top suppliers of street prescription drugs. Yves is known to be a little more lenient than his father but that doesn't mean he is to be underestimated . However there is a tiny problem..Yves will eventually have to pass down the business to his own son which he doesn't have,he does have one brother but he is just unlucky So what will happen when two worlds collide?

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