Egypt Walker has always known where she stands, dedicated honor roll student, bright and energetic coffee waitress. But everything changes when she's offered a prestigious job working under Business Ceo, Kamala Harris. Kamala is powerful, wealthy, tough and impossible to ignore. At first, Egypt admires her. Then, she begins to crave her approval. Soon, admiration turns into something deeper-something wrong. But what Egypt doesn't know is that Kamala's fascination with her isn't new, and it's definitely not innocent, Kamala has been watching her for months, her suv parked outside the cafe, watching her drive home from work or college. Parked outside her apartment complex, always watching. What happens when desire turns to possession? When love turns to control? A Kamala fanfiction short story COMPLETED

At the absolute height of her career, Beyoncé Giselle Knowles is the most discreet and effective private detective in the country-the woman law firms, politicians, and federal task forces quietly call when they need proof without fingerprints. Fresh off a career-defining case that exposed a powerful syndicate and made her name whisper-famous in elite circles, Beyoncé is handed her most dangerous assignment yet: Infiltrate the world of Clifford "King" Smith-a respected, elusive businessman with charitable fronts, clean public records, and rumored ties to a growing RICO investigation involving money laundering, embezzlement, fraud, and high-level robberies. The job is simple on paper: Get close. Gain his trust. Document everything. Deliver him. But nothing about King is simple.

A short story in which a woman reflects on the time she took advantage of a then eighteen-year-old woman she met in a bar. Author's Note: This was originally written as a one-shot but I decided to expand it.

When Normani responds to a suspiciously perfect rental listing for a quiet hillside home in California, she expects a scam. Not a landlord-roommate- that's too elegant to be real. Too interested in caring for her. Beyoncé (36) lives by routine. Professional. Kind. Breathtaking. Unsettlingly composed. Normani (24) lives in emotional freefall. Impulsive. Pretty. A little unmoored. Slightly aimless. Still, in the warmth of Beyoncé's home.. she becomes the perfect fit. And it's somehow impossible to walk away from. Because who would?

another just read.

another just read.

just read.

How can an empire be ran without its queen?

The bass in the club was loud enough to shake a soul out of its body. Beyoncé adjusted her heels, pulled her honey blonde curls over her shoulder, and stepped on stage like she was walking into war. But her eyes never left the corner booth where a man in a black Montclair coat sat, sipping D'usse like he owned time. He didn't smile. Didn't wink. Didn't throw money. He just watched. And somehow, that unnerved her more than anything else.